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VALENTINE’S DAY ALPHABET | accepting! | @veinvow

B: BOUQUET. does your muse like flowers? which ones are their favourite?

It’s already established that flowers are Eva’s favorite thing in the world. In her own words, flowers can refresh a weary heart; the beauty of the natural world and its effect on the human psyche aren’t to be underestimated.

As for what she likes best, Eva’s all time favorites are the classic red rose, with white lilies coming in as a close second. She’s got simple tastes. It’s worth mentioning that she does like unusual flowers, though - skeleton flowers and eighteen scholars camellias especially.

She’s familiar with some flower language, but she generally doesn’t read too much into flowers she receives unless they’re famous for their meanings, such as the aforementioned red rose.

L: LOVE. who does your muse love?

bro i’ve been gushing about how much she loves jack all night where have u been

Really though, while Eva holds a certain love in her heart for everything alive, there are no words to express how important Jack is to her. Her body is his, her heart is his, her soul is his; he put together her shattered heart, piece by piece, leaving his mark on every fragment until there was no space left for anyone but him. So long as Jack is by her side, Eva can bear any pain if it means she can give him just a sliver of peace.

Z: ZZZ. how many people has your muse slept with?

Holds out a closed fist.

FYUGBHJ ITS MY MAGNUM OPUS

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heheheh magnum

man i’m like, maybe 36. i’m not THAT old :/

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Every couple has their routines. Jack will leave on his missions, and Eva will await his return. Not a day goes by she doesn’t fear for his sanity or his life or whatever difference there used to be between the two.

But, as always, Jack never fails her. He returns, alive, lucid, and they are so synchronized as they go to each other she can never tell who holds who first. Like two puzzle pieces, they fit as if they were made for each other; Eva melts so wholly into his touch that she dares to call it a crime they were ever apart.

Her eyes close so she can truly drink in his kisses, the soft feather-light touch that he saves only for her. She repays him in kind - a hand reaches up to caress his cheek, fingertips lingering upon his skin graft, tracing gently down his scar as if it’s the most captivating thing she’s ever seen.

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Oh, Jack. Flattery will get you everywhere.

Eva catches his lips in hers before she even registers what he says; it is instinct now to kiss him, as natural to her as breathing.The hot, bitter taste of brandy and cigar smoke intermingling on his lips intoxicate her more than any alcohol. Her pounding heart pulls her chest to his, so desperate for its partner that it’s a crime they had ever been apart.

She can kiss him a thousand times, a thousand more, yet he always makes her as dizzy with love as the first time their lips had met. Only the burning pain in her lungs can bring her back to her senses; Eva is the first to pull away, but all she does is trade her kiss for a tight hug instead.