#virhiith

"Really now." Hands on her hips, Lumi huffed quietly and lashed her tail slowly. "You would think by now with how many times I've told you not to miss a meal, that you wouldn't miss dinner." Had he missed dinner?

[ olive ]  what gives you the most inspiration for your muse(s)?

Tbh, looking at cottagecore aesthetics on Pinterest usually gets me into my Strelitzia mood. Sometimes when I see pretty flowers, I think of her and it makes me want to write.

𝑪𝑶𝑳𝑶𝑼𝑹𝑭𝑼𝑳 𝑰𝑵𝑻𝑬𝑹𝑽𝑰𝑬𝑾. ( send one or more of these to get to know the person behind the blog a little better. )

[ cerulean ]  what is your favorite ( type of ) character to write?

; [ I actually just recently realized my favorite types of characters to write in the broadest sense are all outsiders or outcasts in some way, and that can be applied to my roleplay muses, too! Not only do I relate to it (I think everyone has felt like an outsider at some point, some of us more than others) but I think it's one of the best ways to add interesting drama to a story!

As much as Riku loathed having to go out during the day, it simply wasn't feasible to be constantly holed up in his apartment and only escaping when the sun went down. In a perfect world, maybe - but he could already hear his father's voice chiding him for hiding away, and offering up some unwanted explanation and advice over how avoiding light was the reason he felt so sensitive to it.

So - cue him, mid-morning, shuffling awkwardly down the street with a hood pulled up, dark glasses on, and music blaring through his headphones to try to block out the worst of the sensory overloads.

He knew he 'stood out'. Riku wasn't blind to the fact that everyone he passed gave him an uneasy look, as if expecting him to turn out to be some thug or delinquent, and most people gave him a wide berth. Fine by me. And it was, except that didn't fully erase the sensation of something - shame? Or maybe just simple discomfort.

Hate running errands for the old man.

Keeping his head ducked down low made it harder to see people in front of him, which normally wasn't a problem - but when turning a corner, it was a lot harder for even the other person to see him to try to get out of the way.

Riku stumbled hard, phone hitting the ground as the music cut off abruptly and his glasses got knocked aside from his own attempts to try to catch himself before hitting the ground. It wasn't so much that the other figure had run into him, more the shoddy and uneven sidewalk that had made it so easy to lose his balance. His hood had fallen back too, and he found himself trying to shade his vision with one hand as he groped around on the ground for his glasses - or phone - with the other.

Its garden drew her in further. The gate was open already when she entered, assuming it was ok to go in. Besides, it was so pretty of course she was curious to see it. If she was mistaken then she would kindly leave. For now, she couldn’t help but admire the array of flowers. Lauriam always said that every garden was unique despite the number of similar flowers two might have. No doubt she believed it.

She’d been there for a while before she noticed someone down the path. Shy as she’d always been, she considered saying anything or ignoring them entirely. Ignoring others was rude and it certainly wouldn’t help her adjust to this new world.

“Hello,” she smiled politely, her voice soft. “I wonder who takes care of this garden? It’s so well kept.” So much so that it was surprising that her brother of all people wasn’t its official gardener. Already her focus had returned to the flowers before her. “So bright and colorful and the stems are so green. They’ve been well fed.”