#vidmorna

     It wasn't often that someone so important could find the time to step away from his duties, but he'd promised to visit today and it merited something special.

Sitting in the grassy field, Alice was careful to only pick as many flowers as she would need and carefully wove them together in a second crown, one that wasn't as colorful as her own.

The little girl gasped softly when she heard the gentle clinking of armor that came with his calm walk and smiled, looking behind her to confirm that he'd indeed arrived.

Your muse breaks into my muses room, what do they find?

Number 14 - My muse wrapped in blankets, shaking and bruised.

     Sometimes, the medical professional could be quite an ungrateful one. Being trained to help people no matter what, without judgment of who they are or what they've done was quite noble, but it dulled one's instincts to the fact that some people just don't want to be helped.

And in an encounter with one of those people, what she thought was a helpful offer had come across as insistent nosiness to someone who'd already said a hard no and earned her a shove that landed her inside a river.

While walking back home, soaked to the bone in freezing water, Alice was not proud of her profession. She took the time to put everything in her bag to dry, check and double check that nothing had been damaged before taking a look at herself. She'd scraped her arms and legs, nothing too bad, but she'd certainly be sore after she got rid of the cold that was numbing her entire body.

     Raven comes home and he's tired; his body kind of aches and he just wants to go to bed. His body is just getting too old for the crazy jobs Brave Vesperia likes to go on though he doesn't make many complains about it. He likes being with the guild too much to complain, but when he gets home that's kind of when he crashes.

; m y fucking hell I’m getting weird looks from my family for laughing so hard on my phone. MINKYYYY W H Y

"You're like a caterpillar, I swear. When I first met you all you wanted to do was eat and drink and fool around. Not a bit of responsibility or restraint.

"Now that I finally see a change in you, you spend half of the day not moving. Don't lie, I heard you snoring when you were supposed to be guarding the gates!"

How would they react to finding your muse crying in the rain?

She can remember the first time she’d ever seen Alexei cry.

That time, she had no idea how to react. Her hand had lightly brushed his shoulder and jumped back when she’d felt him stiffen. There had been fear in her voice when she asked if she could help, her eyes scanning the list of names on his desk—letters to their families piled high beside one of his quivering hands.

She would never see him in such a state again—crouched over his desk with shoulders shaking—after that day even his tear-streaked face wouldn’t betray any weakness.

Until the day she found the cloaked figure hovering outside the castle—what he had come for she couldn’t guess, but he would later confess that one flash of pink hair and emerald eyes darting past the window had been enough to make him forget.

"It’s not safe to be out here in the open, Sir," she whispered as she neared him.

This time her gaze was warm, and her hands closed tightly around his as she led him out of the rain and into the stables—empty save for the horses. She covered his head with a spare blanket, asking him to bend over so she could properly dry his soaking hair.

"It’s okay," she told him again and again.