#udachy

The Ultimate Holiday Ask Meme

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🌃 : your muse knocking on my muse’s door late

[ He was not asleep at this hour yet, even though the clock irritatingly would insist that the hour is late enough for him to go to bed. The book he bought today at the discount was surprisingly entertaining and he couldn’t rest before he’s finished with it. It was so captivating that the Norwegian didn’t even hear the first two doorbell sounds. The third one had him nearly drop his reading on the floor. Who could it be, it’s nearly four in the morning. This better be important, because not only the common courtesy and a curfew applied in his household as well, but also he really wanted to make sure that his assumptions about the murderer were true. ]

[ Reluctantly he got up and shuffled towards the front door, muttering a bit under his breath. His expression softened immediately upon seeing Natallia at the doorstep, looking completely fatigued. Sigurd didn’t think much before assisting her in entering his house. That was an unexpected, but definitely not unwanted visit, even though his concern would be through the roof and it did show. ] Herregud, Nat, what on Earth happened–

💤 : your muse coming on my muse’s bed during night

[ He wasn’t really fast asleep on that night, probably because of the full moon coming soon, which is why he actually heard footsteps on the corridor, later the sound of the handle and even more footsteps gradually louder and louder. There was only one person aside from him at home. Nat. Tired of guests bedroom, is she? Can’t sleep? No matter what the reason actually was, he shifted a bit to make more space for her the moment he felt her sitting down next to him and slowly laying down eventually. ]

For every ➹ I get, I'll put up my muse's current thought

[22:58:31] Arbūzas: rip him

[22:58:35] Arbūzas: start digging his grave

[22:59:14] a large city in scandinovia: please

[22:59:19] a large city in scandinovia: he keeps shoveling

Don't even hope for it.