#tbt!

[[way ahead i know! but i'm curious!]]

◤ ✕ ・。* send me 📞 and a ship and i’ll tell you… // @lamelancolia

your muse’s contact photo in mine’s phone

your muse’s name in mine’s phone

Saika 📷

your muse’s ringtone in mine’s phone

Super Shy by NewJeans

how often our muses text

i'd say pretty regularly? at least once a day they probably text about work - like when another manager is at the cafe and saika is working alone, he'll text her just to see how her shift is going. but once every couple days i think they'd have a longer convo!

what our muses normally text about

crazy customers at work for sure. any time there's a new manga, anime, etc. out! or any time there's anything nerdy in town, like a convention or a new movie showing. just about each other's likes and interests, sweet lil' get to know you stuff like that!

our muses’ last few texts

   “He’s awfully handsome, isn’t he?”  Lace quipped, her leg bent toward her opposite thigh as she sat atop a smooth rock, not nearly as weathered as the ones in the water where Emrys was bent over. She could appreciate a man capable of providing for others, even if she had no qualms taking care of herself. She rolled her shoulder back, fingers spread wide over the stone as her head lulled to the right, taking in Dorian’s figure.

    She wasn’t quite sure what to make of the Tevinter mage, and he didn’t exactly make it easy for her. Or anyone. Where the Inquisitor was entirely focused on the task at hand, it seemed Dorian was entirely focused on the Inquisitor. Arms loosely crossed over his chest, hip relaxed but prominent enough given his choice in attire. How did he get in and out of that? A flush crept over her ears as she looked back toward Emrys, trying to distract from thoughts of Dorian taking anything off. It may have worked had the Herald not been topless, the markings on his back visible even from here. His lithe frame boasted a grace she envied. She’d always tried to be light of foot, but it seemed to come naturally to Emrys, even shin deep in cold waters, standing on uneven ground.