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I WAS TAGGED BY || hxntrxss ||

ANSWERS

1. If you could live off of one thing forever, what would it be?

Oh, geez, I guess apples, idk? I feel like I'd be okay with eating apples for the rest of my life.

2. Do you got the booty?

I DOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

3. Why did you choose your muse?

Well, I kind of got a bit of inspiration from ROTG, originally. I'd thought of making a Mother Nature account off of that cause I had this itching urge to pair her up with a Jack Frost. Yeah, I know. I was very selective at first. But then, I started to rp with others and begin to develop my writing and better my grammar and soon I got inspiration for Maddy/Eve. I decided on making four forms for each season of the year: Spring, Summer, Fall, and Winter. And do, Maddy, Eve, Hazel, and Luna were born!

4. Have you ever had a bad habit? Tell us about it.

I tend to pick at my cuticles; I pick at my skin with my fingernails. I also tend to bite the skin of my lips off because they tend to be dry and peeling.

5. When you're nervous, do you continuously run your hand through your hair?

Not really. Only when I feel like I'm about to have a panic attack or break down, I guess. I usually do one of the previously mentioned habits.

6. What is the one thing you fear most about others?

That they'll get bored of me one day and leave me.

7. Do you like flannels?

YES, ARE YOU KIDDING

8. What's your favorite season?

SPRING

9. Have you ever had so big of a crush on someone it hurt?

Not yet...

10. Do you wear mismatched socks?

ALMOST ALL THE TIME

MY QUESTIONS

What's at the top of your bucket list?

Ever had any pets?

Education?

Hey now, hey now...

What fictional universe would you'd like to live in for the res of your life?

What is the meaning of life?

In three words, describe your current mood.

Who would you love to meet, up close and personal?

Trees or clouds?

You have five seconds to type as many words as possible. Go!

Put a '☁' in my askbox if your muse sometimes misses my muse when we're not roleplaying

       ❝ … ❞

           he paused.                he was speechless.

                  ❝ are—are you serious? ❞

       ❝ Well...❞

           he doesn't know how it just came out like that.        now, just want to punch himself repeatedly in the jaw            looking down, he has two choices and for once        isaac decides not to play it off as screwing around.

   ’ ain't dead yet. ‘

Send me ‘I want the K’ and I’ll generate a number

7. Romantic Kiss

{ ≈ }——;; “Alex...

                     I'm scared.”

{ As inexperienced with love as he was, Hazel was lost. She had never gone through something like this. This foreign feeling, the butterflies in her stomach. Well, the feeling wasn't all that strange. She'd had those fleeting moments where it'd come to rest in the pit of her stomach, then fly away after the other took notice.

But with love in relationships...

              That was a whole 'nother story. }

“Will you promise me something?”

{ She steps closer to the Phoenix, until they're only inches apart. There's a dry lump in her throat, impossible to swallow. Was she ready for this? Was he ready for this? Pale arms make their way around his neck, fingers threading through his hair. Viridian orbs stare into amber ones; unsure and afraid. }

                      “Promise me that no matter what happens...

                               We'll always find each other.”

{ She closes the distance between their already close lips, putting in as much love and trust as she can. She knows it's not much. 

    ’ of course i do lydia.           what made you think otherwise. ‘

Send me ‘I want the K’ and I’ll generate a number

                          5: Firm Kiss

{ ≈ }——;; “Do you really want to know the real reason why I left?”

{ She’s back. Somehow, she is. And she’s distraught. Angry. Hurt. Everything that happened in that other world has left her emotionally exhausted—nogitsunes, and oni, and other crazy, japanese folklore shit can’t even begin to define how messed up she is inside. It just, came down too quickly and snapped at her when she least expected. It’s over now—thankfully—but it’s shaken the poor ginger to her core. 

When she’d first been assigned the mission, she hadn’t been expecting that. What had been thought out as a quick trip and back, ended in several months—a year in that world—gone. Now that she was back, what had happened? How much had she missed? Had anybody actually missed her?

According to the Phoenix currently standing before her, she’s gonna go with yes. But why the sudden questionnaire? She’d only just gotten back and he expected answers? Couldn’t he see the desperation and anxiety behind those viridian painted orbs? }

“I left because I figured no one would miss me. My parents stopped after I moved out. I have zero siblings and almost no friends. And, even as my boyfriend, you never showed any kind of interest or emotion whenever we were together. So, I thought, why not?”

{ She’s close to tears, those shimmering traitors ready to fall with a mere blink. Truly, she’d felt lonely and unloved whenever around anyone in this world. She’d give so much only to receive very little. That’s why she’d taken up the offer in the first place. Hell, she’d considered staying because of the little gratitude she got here. Everyone cared in the parallel world, even with all that crazy stuff happening. No one gave a shit that she was from another world—they’d welcomed her with open arms after her revelation. 

And, still, she had to go back. Hazel’d promised to return to them after packing up any remnants left in this world—which explains her distraught, not just the recent events with the nogitsune and whatnot. But this confession has taken her by surprise. He’d looked for her? Eve had looked for her? That didn’t make any sense. No one was supposed to miss her…

                                       But they did. }

“But, you telling me that you actually looked for me…”

{ The tears are free, a sob escaping from pale lips. No more is said as she runs to him and places her lips on his. She’s kissing him firmly, arms wrapped tightly around his neck, afraid he just might disappear. Her eyes are shut painfully, attempting to keep any more tears from escaping. She tastes blood and salty tears, a taste all too familiar. She’s pulling away after 7 long seconds, panting slightly with her forehead resting against his. The smallest of smiles peeks its way through, showcasing just a few alabaster white teeth. }