#starlitseas

C:Where I would like to live.

wow! um, i've always considered living outside of the US, and canada has seemed appealing to me before. it'd have to be somewhere relatively small but near a relevant place, i think.

D:Favourite food.

this kind of changes with my mood! generally it's homemade chicken noodle soup, though

T:Favourite male character from a TV show.

ooooh. crap. favorites are haRD. okay, in anime: haruka nanase. regular TV: the 10th doctor, probably

U:Favourite female character from a TV show.

SHIIIIIT

any RTD era companion from doctor who? molly hooper, maybe.

W:Favourite superhero.

ah crap, i didn't see this! sorry it's so late

also, these are really good questions! you guys should do some more of these ouo

S - 2 habits.

i fidget a lot, but not all the time. there are some days where i can't stop jiggling my legs or picking things up and turning them over in my hands and then other days where i'll never do it once

i pick at my nails like i'm cleaning the dirt out from underneath them even if they're not dirty

T - 5 things I love unconditionally.

wow this is.. oddly difficult. idk if that says anything about me but here goes:

dogs, fireworks shows, days in the spring or fall that aren't cool enough to wear a jacket and not warm enough to wear shorts (and a light breeze), not having homework, uhhhhh, well-stocked libraries

A - If I'm in love.

i'm going to have to go with a no? i've got crushes on a few people but i wouldn't say i'm in love with anyone

does haruka nanase count

or jade harley

R - For me to tell 10 of my curiosities.

astronomy, what a separate book/movie series for the marauders' era of harry potter would have been like, synesthesia (i think i have a form of it but i don't want to self-diagnose and can't exactly ring up an appointment with a neurologist anytime soon), whether or not i can get my dad's parrot to not hate me with a wicked passion, whether i want to pursue photography as a hobby, how many times i can reread a book series, whether i can pursue any medium of art as a hobby, when homestuck will update, the environmental ramifications if mosquitoes suddenly went extinct, whether i can write well

The alien paused at the scathing insult, knowing full well the connotation. What they had meant. Her hand goes to the ring dangling from the chain around her neck, tighter than it used to be.

She remembers pressing kisses over mandibles, stars long past adrift in the eyes of a man far older then he seemed and the hearty laughter of a brightly coloured bandit.

"I have." With those two words heavy with grief she trudged into the university which felt more of a prison even with it’s gilded finery.

Her words were cut off as her grip slipped and she crashed in a heap, landing hard on her head. Righting herself she sucked in her breath with a hiss of pain. "Owww..." Looking back at Florian she grinned, pausing as he kissed her head better.

Who would be the big spoon?

Pfft, Magolor without any debate.

Who would wake up first?

While Magolor would wake up first, those protective instincts man, she most likely lie there by Florian’s side and smile, watching him sleep.

Do they have nicknames for each other?

Florian is Magolor’s Bunny. >w>

What happened when they met each other’s parents?

Florian got the parental judgement from Papa of course. He has to make sure Florian is good enough for his baby. Mama La was much kinder and it’s clear where Magolor got her kindness from. With i being a small home if Florian had to stay overnight then Magolor and Florian would have to share a bed, much to Issakar’s displeasure.

How do they apologise after an argument?

Gifts. Lots of apology gifts and trips.

What would they be like as parents?

Going to ignore this question. We’ve discussed this on Skype since they can’t have kids.

Who is the better cook?

Magolor of course. She spoils Florian.

Who is more romantic?

Florian is more romantic in spades. Magolor does have a lot of romantic ideas but never executes them.

What sort of gifts do they get for each other?

Magolor gets things that might not necessarily be worth alot but are heartfelt and things she knows Florian will love. Sometimes things he thought long gone or extinct.

Florian, being the more wealthy of the two, spoils her with things she wouldn’t be able to purchase on her own. Leading to huffy Magolor who goes all pouty.

Who gets jealous easiest?

Magolor without question. She tries not to get possessive but Florian is HERS.

Who gets more excited for events e.g.. Birthdays, Christmas?

Magolor. She is a big puppy at heart.

Who is the most adventurous?

Magolor. She’s as wild as she looks.

Who is the most protective?

Magolor again. Those teeth and claws aren’t for show and she will bare them to protect Florian.

What would they have been like as childhood sweethearts?

Ow. This question gave me painful feels since it couldn’t happen.

Not long ago he found the bed, with it's solid wood frame and silken duvets, a perfect place to relax in his room.

But now lying in it all he finds is the faults.

It's too cold.

It smells strange.

It's just too big.

His mind soon offers up the reason why in the quiet of the ship. It was late and Coda had fallen asleep hours ago, the ship silent save for the odd blip.

It was too cold because it lacked the warmth and heartbeat of a breast.

It smelt strange because he reveled in the natural musk of Magolor's scent alongside the scent of the soap she'd used. It was something citrusy last time and he idly remembered burying his nose to catch more of it. Feeling her chest rumble with laughter.

It wasn't too big. It just didn't slot perfectly against his frame like she did. He had no need for a duvet when her arms, solid and strong, wrapped around him.

The door opened, Florian tensing until he saw the alien that maddened him pad inside on all fours, her tail shutting the door after her.

Magolor does not bother with words and walked up to the bed, letting his arms wrap around her thick neck and pull her down into the bed.

Body language said so much more than people gave it credit.

Arms wrapped around his waist. I will protect you.

His arms holding onto her tight, fisted into fur. Don't leave. I need you. You madden me.

Her muzzle slots under his chin and nuzzled the delicate skin there, their bodies slotted perfectly with each others. I am yours. I will not leave.