#twcheaded

♡ munday meme ♡

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❝Bye Ghosts. I love you.❞

There's a small wave of Teresa's hand, waving at nothing. She would have done a blow of a kiss into the air, but the movement out the corner of her eye brought her full attention to Reyes. For a moment - and she's not entirely sure how she managed to do so - she completely forgot he tagged along with her when she had been separated from those she came to the planet with. Between the explosions and the piles of debris separating her and her companions, she found herself running into Reyes and the two went looking for a way back.

It didn't help that she found an odd sense of humor while moving through the building. The death hung strongly in the air from those who didn't survive long enough. From whoever did this. Most likely other Exiles.

Reading:

[ mistletoe ] sender and receiver standing under a mistletoe together ( for Reyes & Teresa)

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❝O-oh.....I guess we found ourselves in this situation, haven't we?❞ A nervous chuckle slipped past Teresa's lips. One hand moving upwards to rub the back of her neck. This is something she never thought she'll find herself to be in. Sure, she always fantasize being under the mistletoe. The moment where she'll share the same space with her crush - or the love of her life - and the way they grow closer, ready to kiss. That's the tradition. A moment she had slowly stopped believing in as she grew older or rather, she forgotten about it until now.

"let me guess." he spoke between large gulps of the drink that he held in his hand before he was turning towards fellow mentor. "you believe you may have a winner this time? district four right?" they were here as interviews began, and after this they'd strategize and he'd make friends with people with money, although unlikely, he'd send what he could sponsors and all that but it was just part of that dance. it never amounted to anything. four had won plenty of games, helped to be a career district although he wasn't sure the man before him was one of the die hard ones, he'd still pulled a win off in his time, hadn't he? and no one probably died for it. outside of the games of course. lucky him.

Reading:

❛ the holidays aren't so bad with you around. ❜ (someone is feeling kind of nostalgic // for Reyes & Teresa)

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❝And here I thought you hated my company.❞ Despite how Teresa worded her statement, there's a smile tugging at the corner of her lips. Whether it's because of his words or the lame joke she has told is unknown, even to her, though she consider her smile to be that of the latter.

Although the lights were up, twinkling with its various of colors, and the winter-themed decorations hung wherever they could fit, Teresa couldn't help but admire it everything. Even the decorations that told the stories of each holiday someone may celebrated; human or alien.

which of your muses has the best / most attuned gut instinct? do they listen to it?

HCs questions!

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Which of your muses needs / wants a hug the most?

☆ I feel like they all need a hug, but if narrowing it down, it'll be Vetra. Although each and every single one of them went through their own trauma and issues, she never received a lot of affection growing up outside of her sister giving said affection. Vetra is used to playing the mom of the two and never had the chance to get all the affections she deserves. Drack provides some affection but he's that old man who doesn't know how to properly express affection without headbutting someone or something of the sort.

Which of your muses has the best / most attuned gut instinct? do they listen to it?

☆ Again, all of them do, even Teresa.

Vetra and Jaal definitely listens to their gut instinct, given they were raised on the battlefield. Vetra being more in tuned because she was kinda raised in a world of smuggling and stealing shit. So, she has to be careful with who she trusts and where she puts her foot down.