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Unprompted asks //

Ralsei blinks, a hoofed hand coming up to touch what was just placed upon her head... a flower crown? The prince in the prophecy never wore a crown and never had subjects or... friends to bestow one upon him.

But things are different. Everything is changing. Her town is full of so many Darkners that both the town and the castle must expand to accommodate them. She is no longer alone here, waiting with the patience of a saint for the Lightners to come.

Her friends thought of her in the Light world. Her subjects sought her out. It was nice to exist outside the confines of the Prophecy. A hopeless part of her wondered how long it would last or if it was all for naught...

He pauses in his work briefly at her question, before he switches to a different tool. Getting an outlet changed for her. There's a moment that the thought lingers before he answers her.

"If you're sure it ain't no bother." He pulls out the socket, taking it apart to put in a new one. "So long as it ain't gruel or a dry sandwich I'm fine wit' whatever, doll."

As the siren laid down on her beach chair and basked under the lovely stage lights, she turns to look behind herself at her husband.

"✨️Daarlingg✨️ are you going to help me spread scales lotion onto my back? I can't reach it.."

Truth is, she could very much reach. But where's the fun in that?

📺⭐🟥⭕ This is what this place was made for! This is what he envisioned!!

Perfect scenic skies, simulated crashing waves ( made of substitute water! ), a fruity acid drink in his hand and just.... all of this loveliness laid out on a beach chair for no one else to see but him. Wow, she sparkles like waves in sunlight. God knows even when he's running back to get another drink he's looking behind him.

Of course, there won't be a day he won't be wearing an unbuttoned Hawaiian shirt and swim trunks to a beach scene, a white stripe of lotion across his nose. He's even got a flower chain on his neck, draped on his chest, made of familiar poppy red flowers...

And look! Another one popped out of his nose.

" 🎵Comingggg, angelfish ~!🎶"

The TV sings back with all his musical talent, rushing to set down his drink so fast he leaves the bar stool spinning.

"T-that's not what I was going to ask!"

📺⭐🟥⭕ " OH THANK GOD. "

Finally some answers. Flips open the book to a random page, stamps a finger to the title. It says 'Letting Go Of The Past.'

He sweats. Looks left. Looks right.

Send 🩷 + a description to kiss my muse wherever your muses wants and however your muse wants

Platonic or romantic, it's completely up to you! Because sometimes our muses just want kiss and a very touch starved lol 😔 also please don’t use this meme to force ships on other people or just be weird towards other muses in general especially without the mun's consent. Tldr: please keep the other muns boundaries with their muses in mind. Don't be a weirdo!!

Streber approves of this very much and he'd do the same! Streber loves cheese anyways and you gotta test your lipstick. Espically when you buy heavy goth makeup and more traditional makeup like coral blue lipstick 👍✨️

"Eh? Some weird ambience in this castle...."

"Haha-- AACK!!" He managed to just barely avoid it. "MISSED ME, BITCH!"