"...and then she said, I hope you enjoy your hot chocolate drink, and then I said 'you too'..."

"You know, most of the time it sounds like you assume I would drop everything and do whatever you'd like for me to do for you."

✧✦⭒ SONG ASSOCIATIONS —

🎼 A song that reminds me of my muse’s vibes

{Sanson Vibes} - Man or a Monster - Sam Tinnesz

I think it's safe to say t hat this song is utterly and fully Sanson's vibe. It's one where weighs the conflict he would have as an executioner who is trying to live with The Horrors TM of the madness that he had experienced. Thankfully (due to the Salem Singularity) he isn't as haunted by the narrative anymore, but before and during the singularity he definitely feels and thinks about it.

He certainly works on trying to help people. Heal them. Be there for them, instead of being perceived as the one who will inevitably will take their life with his own hands for the sake of warped justice.

{Zhongli Vibes} -> A Thousand years - John Howell Listen this song reminds me so much about how much Guizhong meant to Zhongli so like... him living for such a long, long time even way past many gods that had perished along the way it's so!!! :pleading_face:

✎ㅤ. . .ㅤ𝑯𝑬𝑨𝑫𝑪𝑨𝑵𝑶𝑵 𝑸𝑼𝑬𝑺𝑻𝑰𝑶𝑵𝑺. [ 🍻 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat kind of drunk are they ? Feat. Muses: Marie, Sanson, and Nero

Look at her. Honestly it might be hard to tell a little with her because Marie in general is such a happy and bubbly person, so one might thing that maybe alcohol wouldn't have much of an affect on her. It might fuel more of her playful side, maybe feel a lot more loose and carefree. Maybe you might see her standing on the table singing Pink Pony Club! The wonderful thing about Marie is that she's a bundle of surprises, so you might not know what kind of antics she'd get into when she's buzzed, but she's certainly a lot more amped up (I apologize for her if that ever happens LMAO)

Sanson isn't much of a person for alcohol at the random. He hates cheap stuff, and even when he gets quality (french) booze he's pretty chill. Maybe lets himself feel like he's swimming in his thoughts, sitting at the table and just kind of letting himself Feel It. He's not a talker much when he's buzzed, so if you decide to do anything embarrassing around him he's just going to Not Care At All (Mozart probably swings his arm over his shoulder and cheers while Sanson wants to let his head hit the table LMAO )

THIS???? You want THIS to get drunk???? If you think he's a dumbass now just you wait till he's in his Frat Boy Mode TM (LMAO) BUT HONESTLY I can see Nero as being a responsible guy who watches other people have their fun. Maybe he'll take 1 sip of a drink, but his natural yeehaw hee-hoo braincells are more than enough to make him do something incredibly impulsive (dumb or brilliant)!

well, she was going to ask anyway, in that puppy mode of hers ( since it had proven effective in the past. ) " let's go on a date ! " she said it like she was speaking about the weather, which was surprisingly nice outside. " fresh air, plenty of food ! good for body and soul. no fight or danger, promise. "

It had taken all of his effort to focus on his work. Ever so diligent and patient, Sanson could feel the fine thread of his patience waning ever so slightly with each moment passing by. His gaze tracing along the report he had been working on. Some statistics, analytics, and follow-up procedures on the current conditions of the occupants on this starrail train of theirs.

Did he HAVE to do this for them? No, but he felt it was beneficial. No matter how un-human they felt they were, there was always something utterly familiar to tap into. An insecurity, a particular fleeting feeling, emotions were simply a mutual thread of understanding between each consciousness.

Even pain.

Still, as Sanson continued to verify the last of his work, he felt a sudden tug at his coat. That, coupled with the obvious round puppy-eyed stare of hers, was enough to finally have the physician succumb to her attention.

Placing the paper down at the desk where he could review it later, Sanson's gaze trails back to the innocently round-eyed puppy mode that is Eden. Even though she was met with a soft and quiet huff, Sanson's attention had softened ever so slightly. Ignoring her would only encourage her, but why would he do that when he willingly welcomed her at his side despite the little troublemaker that she is? He actively enjoys her presence, that much is known from the now defeated yet small tinge of pink on his face.

"A... date?"

Has it really been that long since he had fathomed simply going out and enjoying life? With someone else? Nevermind the fact that she had tooted her own horn at being able to avoid getting put in harm's way (he can confirm, she was telling the truth here) but the idea was so sudden that he was taken by surprised in the moment of how close she was to him.

The idea made his chest feel airy. Light. A comforting warmth that made the executioner suddenly swallow before casting a glance her way again, except one filled with sincere curiosity.

"Well, a promise is a promise. I did tell you that I would give you something for keeping yourself unharmed, so..."

He gently tugs on his sleeve to retrieve it from her, and instead turns his wrist to graze his fingertips around hers. Grasping ever so slightly, just in case she felt the need to become spontaneous and skip to her step.

"Since this is your decision then, I'll go with you then. What kind of places you do like going to?"

Despite getting to know Eden on a deeper level, she was still an enigma in a way. What did she favor more? A park setting? The beach? A simple leisure walk, or picnic? All thoughts seemed to buzz through his head, but in return Sanson would feel himself calm his nerves. He certainly hadn't done this for a looong while, has he?