篝 ミミ ;

hands  shoot  up  in  self  defense,  the  glowing  in  his  eyes  ceasing.  chest  heaves  as  august  tries  to  steady  his  breath,  gaze  locked  on  the  weapon  being  pointed  at  him.  its  wielder  couldn't  be  more  than  sixteen,  and  if  circumstances  were  different,  august  may  have  just  booked  it.  hands  are  covered  in  dirt  from  having  just  been  in  his  hound  form,  and  he's  thankful  for  the  creek  he'd  found  moments  before  to  wash  the  blood  from  his  paws.

he  swallows  thickly,  gaze  moving  to  the  girl,  brows  furrowed.  she  smells  of  death,  though  not  in  the  way  people  who  are  close  to  dying  do.  it  hangs  over  her,  though  .  .  .  faint.  was  that  why  he  had  suddenly  made  the  turn  to  come  this  way?

"i'm  .  .  .  hey,  we  don't  have  to  be  violent.  i  was  just  passing  through,"  he  says,  motioning  towards  the  way  he  had  been  heading.  "let's  talk  about  this,  yeah?  before  someone  gets  hurt?"

send one to have our muses meet for the first time.

“Sorry, were you just talking to me?”

“I think you dropped this.”

“You look lost. Need some help?”

“I don’t usually talk to strangers, but…”

“You’re sitting in my spot.”

“Whoa! Careful!”

“We’ve never met, right? You seem familiar.”

“Is that seat taken?”

“Sorry, I think I just spilled something on you.”

“You’re blocking the doorway.”

“Were you just staring at me?”

“Excuse me, do you know the time?”

“Wait — are you the person I’m supposed to meet?”

“I’ve been sent to find you.”

“Please don’t be alarmed, but I think we have the same bag.”

“Do you work here?”

“I’m fairly certain that’s mine.”

“You’ve got something on your face.”

“Sorry, I thought you were someone else.”

“Do you know the way to ___?”

“You’re hurt. Do you need help?”

“That’s a fine ___ (cloak/hat/book/etc.). Where did you get it?”

“This might sound strange, but can I hide behind you for a moment?”

“You look like you could use a friend.”

“I think your dog just stole my lunch.”

“Hey, you dropped your coin purse.”

“I think we’re stuck in here together.”

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to overhear, but…”

“Are you the new neighbor?”

“First time in town?”

“I’m not sure if this belongs to you, but…”

“You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

“I’ve been hearing a lot about you.”

“Do you mind if I join you?”

“I think you’re in the wrong place.”

“You seem… out of place.”

“Don’t take this the wrong way, but are you following me?”

“That was a close call.”

“Not to alarm you, but someone’s watching you.”

“Mind if I walk with you?”

“You look like you’re in trouble.”

“Was that your doing back there?”

“You don’t look like you’re from around here.”

“That was impressive. How’d you manage it?”

“I’m guessing you’re not here by accident.”

“Do I want to know what just happened?”

“You might want to keep your voice down.”

“Is it always this strange around here?”

“I have a feeling we’re about to become acquainted whether we like it or not.”