Your muse catches mine in the shower. What is your muse’s reaction?
"Forgive me Father for I have sinned," she mumbled. How did she get here and the fact that she passed by Bora as well scared her. But she was here once again, perhaps by accident or she couldn't remember if he let her in. But things got caught in the back of her throat and if she knew any better, she was lingering in lust and green. Oh dear, her feet wanted to escape and run away, mumbling incoherent words, oh dear, she'd be in so much trouble if the Ice Prince knew she lingered than she was to be. He'd turn her to ice, and her limbs would stop working, thoughts wouldn't process and dear God, she would need to repent and tell the father that she had seen a naked man, worse than seeing a naked woman. Frozen and her lips were torn off, oh she was to go to Hell. And then it stopped, time, he was getting out and she would have to explain herself. Her toes and feet weren't synchronizing with the idea of escaping, instead, they were being dragged and pulled by an outer force, (she supposed some divine being wanted this to happen), and she stumbled, her legs becoming entangled with his, falling on top of him was not -  lips - contact - kiss, oh, this was strange. But his lips weren't as frozen as his words or dripped in fire like before. No, no, perhaps this man was to suck her soul and put it in a dream catcher. She ran her fingers through his cotton candy hair and - leave now, Miss Jung.
"I must repent."
