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Send me “Don’t chase the rabbit” and your muse will be shown a random memory from my muse’s past. | @squintyevileyes | Accepting

Summer in Luin was always beautiful, except when the summer storms rolled through. Lara didn’t like them… not one bit. They made too much noise. And a lot of people complained about the damage they left in their wake. Not that she really understood what that meant. Just that the storms were loud, and made a lot of people upset.

Today was another beautiful day, but it was hot out. And Lara didn’t like being hot, either. Five years old, and she already knew what she did and didn’t like. She didn’t like the noisy storms, and she didn’t like the heat. But she did like the lake, and swimming around in it.

Her mother was busy talking to a store clerk, and her father was one of the few guards of the city, out on patrol. Not that the guards could really do much when the bad people came around. They usually stood aside, because the bad people were too strong. If they tried to fight, they were usually hurt badly, or taken away with the other people. But when the bad people came and took people away, those taken usually never came back. Her mom was always worried it would happen to her one day, and always asked someone from town to look after her.

Lara didn’t need anyone to look after her, she was a big girl. She could take care of herself. So it was hot, and she wanted to cool down. Why not swim in the lake? There were boats out there – the fishermen of the city waved at her as she walked out onto the dock. The little girl smiled and waved back. Her clothes were light enough that she could swim in them, and she refused to wear skirts in this heat.

So it was a light shirt, and shorts. And after removing her shoes easily enough, Lara jumped right into the water. She wasn’t afraid.

The water surrounded her, wrapping her in a cool hug. Then she kicked her feet and her head broke the surface. Droplets of water dripped from her bangs and she gently pushed them out of the way. The water was really nice on a day like this.

She swam out closer to the middle of the lake, took a deep breath, and dove beneath the water. It was really clear too, she could see everything beneath the surface when she opened her eyes. It was great to be in the water. Returning to the surface, she took a big gulp of air and started laughing. A boat floated along next to her, and Lara looked up at the smiling old man who greeted her.

“Good day, Miss Lara.” He said pleasantly.

She smiled up at him and waved before swimming away from the boat and diving under the water again. She was a strong swimmer, and could hold her breath for a really long time! At least forty seconds! Her hands brushed over the sand at the bottom of the lake and dug up a few shells. Then she was above the surface, coughing a bit from holding her breath too long. She handled the shells carefully, cleaning them of sand and looking at them closely. Only one of them looked nice enough to take home.

“Lara!” She heard her mom calling out over the water.

Lara looked over toward the dock and laughed. Her mom would love this shell, so she dropped the others and swam back. With a little help from her mom, she climbed out of the water and held up the shell for inspection. But her mother was staring at her strangely, or at something behind her. She tried to look behind herself, but didn’t see anything.

“Mom?” Lara asked.

☯ Have you ever tried to bring peace to a situation?

((Yes, often, and a lot of the time it goes well. Sometimes it doesn’t, but more often than not I’m able to at least get the two idiots that I love [whoever they may be] to sit down and talk about things.))

☼ How long do you stay mad?

((About three seconds, and then I’m usually over it. You gotta do something pretty bad for me to get angry in the first place.))

✿ What do you think about public call out posts?

((Hmmm…I’m kinda 50/50 on them. I understand why they happen, and what application they have with people in communities, but at the same time I feel that they aren’t something to be used lightly. I’ve seen people throw around call out posts like candy and it just comes off as petty. TL;DR: They’re ok.))

♒ Thoughts on the fandom you’re currently rping in?

Controversial ask memes

🌹 - Ships I have as an otp

I have so many otps goodness. But, for the TOS fandom in general, I would have to say that my otps are Zelloyd and Zelette (is that their ship name?) because for me I just see so much chemistry between both of those ships. The parallels between Zelos and Colette also make their ship interesting.

😑 - ship that I’m indifferent to

Honestly it would have to be Sheelos (Zelos x Sheena). I’ve tried to ship it, but I just don’t really see it happening. Especially with how aggressive Sheena’s attitude is towards Zelos. Of course, that’s only my opinion.

💘 - ship that is unpopular but I still like

Rodyle jokes again, and Kvar gets Fuckin Pissed(TM), stabs his bitchass

Kvar tapped away on the keyboard. The whole of the plan was coming together, and still he tapped, tapped, typed in equations and compiling details. Rodyle waited in a chair for him to finish. He was feeling pretty jubilant himself, but he knew Kvar wouldn’t feel like any kind of celebration until he had run through all his calculations again. Every so often he would pause, reading the output.

But soon! He would see. He would see that everything’s already fallen into place, and now all they had to do was wait for it to come to fruition!

Rodyle leaned his head back, letting the sound of Kvar’s typing drift over him. He didn’t know how much more he still had to go before he was satisfied, he had never paid much mind to some of Kvar’s more tedious habits. He had just learned to live with them. 

Just think of the results! They’d be in, and then the two of them would have control over Cruxis. And once that settled out, and the Desians conceded to the new rule of the two of them, then he could--

“Grrhk!” Holy hell, what?! Blood poured out of his mouth, out of his neck. Kvar was standing above him, face blank. Kvar was holding the knife in his neck, staring down at him. He couldn’t speak, couldn’t even try to ask why.

The question must have showed on his face. “Did you really think I wouldn’t notice?” Kvar asked, maintaining his hold on the knife, seemingly heedless of the mess for once. “Your little thieving games are at an end. The program you used was far too obvious.”

Damn it, could this guy ever not talk like a college professor talking to a dropout? The man had a knife in his neck, and he was waxing poetic for heaven’s sake.