#prisonerofmuses

where's my call, sunbeam? ♡

            ❝ —— Are you okay Ne? You've been             acting, well, ODD for days. Something             bothering you? ❞

     [ If his tone sounded  accusatory it wasn't meant      to,  something about her just seemed  OFF  from      normal.  He knew  Ne  fairly well,  or at  least he      reckoned he did,  but maybe  he was  just seeing      something that wasn't there. He was known to do      that sometimes. ]

@prisonerofmuses submitted:

💖💖 Just invading your inbox to wish you happy valentine’s day, darling 💖💖

                ❝ —— I don't CARE how  important  he thinks                 he is, he's a fucking asshole and I  don't  owe                 him the time of day. All he does is come here                 and treat dad like crap. ❞

      [ Eira thought about the last few words she said,  that was       precisely  W H Y  she needed to go downstairs  to see her       GRANDFATHER.   Because  if  he  insulted  one  of  them,       which he inevitably would,  whether it was asking their dad       why he  'allowed'  Mags to  dress  as he did,  or  informing       Eira that her clothes were 'ill-fitting',  it was the only way       their dad was going to STAND  UP to him and kick him out.       That was honestly all she wanted. ]

                ❝ .. Is he here yet or do we have some time                 to PREPARE?❞

   [ Nik had his eyes closed together tightly, his mouth    a  thin line as  if  he was  concentrating very hard on    the  divination  practical  he was  SUPPOSED  to be    doing.  His lips  however were  twitching and he was    resisting  the urge to glance over at his cousin  YURI.    Suddenly he gasped and opened his eyes wide. ]

          ❝ —— Sir,  I  saw  something!  it  was  awful!  The           world was this  orange-y  haze,  interspersed with           the occasional  flash  of  YELLOW  if I  moved my           head in a particular direction,  but  fading  into this           all-encompassing darkness if I moved it the other.           Sir, I think I saw the back of my eyelids. ❞

           ❝ —— You.. haven't ENCHNATED any of these,            have you? Just wondering. ❞

   [ He was still wary of  enchanted  gingerbread after    the Christmas where they all started  SCREAMING.    He'd only been little, and those things stuck in one's    mind. He'd try one anyway,  of course he would but    he'd  rather they  not be.  His mother's  baking skills    WERE that good,  after all.  Enough that it overrode     his mild cookie-based childhood fears. ]