“I just don’t trust her,” Dante huffed out of frustration, before taking a deep drag from Saint’s vaping pen. It was immediately followed by a loud cough, since smoking wasn’t something he did on the reg, but today it was okay, because he was in a mood, and they were in the privacy of Saint’s bedroom. “Any chance she gets to get rid of me, she’ll take. I know you’re ‘friends’ with her, or whatever, but Cassidy Kilmer is a snake, and she shouldn’t be a Windsor.” His face scrunched up in disgust when he said the blonde’s name. Though he would never admit it, it was hard for him not to be jealous of their friendship, even though Dante was about 99% positive that Saint would choose his side, if it came down to it. That one percent, though... “Are you even listening to me, Saint?” he asked, quirking a dark brow. “What’s wrong?”

he would have skipped the glass, but this was not his bottle of cognac. and he could have gone home, back to his own apartment, but it was hard to push his key in the lock when he knew there were things on the other side that would remind him of what he’d just royally fucked up. the plates on the small table with the muffin he hadn’t finished, the extra make up she kept at his place spread all over the bathroom counter, the book she was halfway through that was still on his nightstand. tomorrow, he’d deal with all of those things. but tonight his emotional capacity had been far exceeded and he sought recovery at the bottom of this bottle, in his brother’s house, where nothing reminded him of her and everything reminded him of family. 

peacock blue: is your muse honest? what sorts of lies do they tell, if not?

“i mean… yeah, i am honest. i never cheat on anything, and if i see someone else cheating i report it. so, yeah, i’m pretty honest. except, i guess, if someone gets a really bad haircut, i’m not going to say it looks awful to their face. unless they really want to know. for some reason people don’t believe me, though. maybe it’s because i have an honest face.”

reddish brass: how likely is your muse to step up and take the role of a leader? are they willing to take the challenge, or are they more apt to being a follower?

“oh, i’m definitely a leader type. i went to a youth leadership conference last year, i’m aiming to be captain of the volleyball team next year when i make varsity. being a leader looks amazing on college applications, so i have  to be a leader.”

anise: when it comes to self-care, what does your muse do to take care of themselves? do they take care to spend time on it, or do they feel they don’t deserve it?