#philomuthos

@philomuthos asked:

✦ for theo & enola

3-5 FACTS ABOUT MY MUSES

He's a big animal lover. It's not just his ratties, or cute animals like rabbits or cats, he's also fond of critters that would make most people screech, like bugs and reptiles.

He's extremely quiet when he moves around. Has 100% given some of his dormmates a mini heart attack by sneaking up on them. Doesn't do it on purpose, he's just like that naturally.

His native language is Spanish (or the TWST equivalent of it). He doesn't speak it often at school, but if you're close to him, you might be given a pet name in his native language.

His favorite mediums of art are pencils, charcoal and watercolors.

He's very flexible due to his habit of looking for secret passageways.

The name of her male disguise, Noah Owens, is supposed to be a pun on "no one knows".

Headstrong and tough-as-nails. Rarely lets other know she's afraid (unless you're one of the few people she trusts).

She grew up with two older brothers. She's much closer to the younger one (10 years her senior), while her relationship with her oldest brother (16 years her senior) is more tense.

To say he was a bit of a mess would be an understatement. Even after taking a quick little shower before leaving, his hair was a mess and his breathing was slightly ragged. Like a dog who'd just gotten through playing out in the rain.

❝ If you keep staring you're liable to burn a hole right through me. Am I that scary? ❞

Then he take snotice of something. Or rather, someone. He'd gotten used to being looked at and having people assume the worst. After all, most people who ran into someone who looked like him this late out tended to assume the worst.

❝ Fifteen minutes. ❞

The first two words that left his lips upon seeing her were tinged with exasperation. Not quite annoyance, but close to it. Sylus' arms were crossed over his broad chest, his piercing gaze cast slightly downwards to meet the gaze of the person he'd spent only a few minutes waiting for to arrive. Though he made it sound as though those few minutes were equivalent to an eternity.

❝ Patience might be something of a virtue of mine, but only insofar as planning and waiting for an adversary to make a mistake. Not when it comes to something I've been anticipating. ❞

Ah, so that was what it was. He'd been eager to see her again. He wouldn't have said it outright, but the meaning behind those words were clear enough. To think that he of all people would be so needy that just a quarter of an hour of waiting would make him so... huffy.