#verbaarmis

To: Adult-Child-Man-PersonFrom: Ammy~

      Frequent are such expeditions to fanciful outdoor restaurants, always cluttering along the cleanly streets of Kairos. Frivolous, such dining which bequeaths utmost indifference to the youthful actress. For, each member of the minuscule rendezvous contains no persons of favour to her... rather, it is merely the woman which plays the role of a maternal figure and who seems to be an acquaintance. Utilizing the excessive status this carmine artisan has accumulated, it is no wonder that those of lower esteem were to flock and attempt to be spotted alongside her presence.

      It is so that hues swathed in verdigris drift from tedious company, seeking remedies to what ails her so. Fortunes radiates upon her, it seems, in the sighting of a familiar countenance amongst the scuttling masses. ❝Tyrion, is it?❞ Reluctance lacks in this address, merely a ploy to verify his name and acquire what attention she can. Although they are not relatively close, his is a visage she has become acquainted with at gatherings of high esteem, accompanied by the pleasantness of wit. ❝Sit, partake in this food and drink. One has failed to arrive, allowing a seat for the taking,❞ she explains, motioning to the absent position beside her own.

      Brief is the pause she takes, monitoring the mild ire which blossoms in the gaze of the parent of no insouciance. Before any words are spoken, however, a retort has already begun. ❝Worry not. If they like it not, leave they shall.❞ Coral lips turn into a smile of invitation, disregarding any glower nor whisper muttered her way. They shift with irritability, the first showing signs of readying themselves to possibly depart.

{ not on Natasha’s account rn but I would love to plot w/ you through her, certainly! }

Tempo: What’s your character’s star sign? Do they care about astrology? Their horoscopes? How well do the traits typically applied to that sign relate to your muse?

☾ for a sleeping headcanon

So, you know those people who kind of sleep like a drunken starfish with narcolepsy? That’s Ammy. She is capable of sleeping anytime, anywhere — which is nifty because insomnia isn’t really a problem, but less nifty when you realize the entirety of her attention span probably couldn’t even fill a teaspoon half of the time. If she’s bored, her go-to solution is probably to sleep on the spot. Once she’s actually asleep is when the drunken starfish thing starts happening. A word to the wise: never sleep next to her, because you’re in for every limb poking you in every place possible. It’s going to be uncomfortable.

At least she’s a heavy sleeper?

✻ for if they are a night or day person

TO: Little Lion FROM: Ultear

i do not know this man that i woke up next too???

he is kinnda cute but its like what is his nammee???? and yea i is stille a little drunk

It should be considered a fortune to have some sort of quietude, social events demanded plenty and although pleasant for her, she couldn't help but constantly seek for a moment to breathe. Recharge energy and go on. For that very reason, she opted to go outside for at least few minutes, admire the wondrous night that gallanted their surroundings. Few steps would suffice to accomplish her goal but she felt as something was hit -- no, was it someone?

❝Ah, excuse me. I --❞ An abrupt pause follows, what she was about to voice now is stuck at the tip of her tongue and refuse to be spoken. Azure gaze lowers, her fingers that were previously laced now stiffen and so her body does too.Perhaps in a quite obvious fashion but it is entirely unintentional, while a sight to consider as uncommon -- it was wrong to stare and so she avoids visual contact due reasons better not mentioned.