You deserve someone who never stops trying to show how much you mean to them, even after they have you.
Combining @solipsism-lemonade‘s and @caspia-writes‘s tags because... I can?🤣 And I needed to scratch some words from both of you because I either didn’t have them or wasn’t living for the parts they were in. Anywayyy, thank you both!<3
Can (Sorry, ain’t no canned food in Black Feather lol)
Nerezza exhales a deep breath and pinches the bridge of his nose. “Oh my, why did you have to do that?”
“It was too much fun!” [Aranea] exclaims indignantly. “He was always a pervert and a creep, and he cannot handle his alcohol. So one night after I found him after some heavy drinking session, they were basically just there for the taking.”
Nova’s brows furrow together as if he’s hearing some crazy fact for the first time in his life, because he is. “You can take a demon’s horns from them?”
Liquid (Tw: blood. I have two things to say about this: 1) this needs some editing; 2) Hedwig: *dying* Nene: “keep going, Nova. You’re doing great, sweety” 🤣)
He carefully tilts the bottle, and a thin stream of the liquid flows out. Hedwig sucks in a sharp breath as the liquid makes a sizzling sound upon entering the wound. The blood begins to foam, startling Nova, and he quickly holds the bottle upright.
“Keep going, Nova. You’re doing great.” He gives him an encouraging smile. “That’s supposed to happen. Just empty the entire bottle.”
Melt (This one comes shortly after the previous one haha)
“I think…” Hedwig pants, “I would have rather drank that bottle.” He chuckles lightly and slowly sits up, grimacing at the hole in his robes. “I really liked these.”
Nerezza stands up, grabbing the other bottle.
Hedwig’s eyes grow wide. “That’s not for me, is it?”
“No. It’s just water for Nova to wash your melted guts off his hands. Come.”
Candle (Next two also happen very closely after each other :) And if they look familiar... it’s because they do haha. Except that I rewrote the last one (only the last line remains the same))
Then, she really awakens. This time she knows she’s actually awake. She can feel the silk sheets under her, see the moon shine through her curtains that dance elegantly in the wind, and hear the soft, sweet snores of Morpheus under her bed.
She lights the candle on her nightstand and shines it around the room, just to ease her mind. Shadows crawl over the walls and ceiling, right as they should. Of course there’s nothing else out there. Humans can’t go to Heaven. He can’t go to Heaven.
She sighs, miserable, and gets out of bed, only to crawl underneath it, but not before taking her Bunny with her. A head lifts, and scarlet eyes watch over her from the darkness.
“Hi there, Morphy,” she speaks in a hushed voice, and scratches the beast’s chin. “I hope you’re hungry; I’ve got a bad one for you.”
He stalks over to her and rests his head and one of his large paws on her back and shoulders while he allows her to use his other one as pillow.
Maybe she’ll get some sleep here, where it’s safe, in the paws of Morpheus.
This tag is very open for anyone who stumbles across and wants to share some snippets of their own^^ Your words are moon, shine, tree, and heart
@ my fellow multimuse blogs
how many of you have been in the midst of doing a directory page, only to look at the name of one of your muses and think:
‘I really don’t feel like being bothered with you right now.’
You accidentally ran over a deer in the night - Panicking, you step out to inspect the body. Multicolored glowing orbs that have pooled around the body rush towards you and then vanish. A bright "Level up! 1 skill point available" now hovers above you.
The decorating has started,
Snow covers summer chairs that were never stored.
Turkey is covered and simmered in the family plot
The fights are not mentioned.
The one were the Mother says
“I doubt you ever loved me!”
I can not tell them.
The blow would be too much.
Already Christmas is taken back.
No presents under the tree.
She keeps losing them.
I stay some of the nights.
Take the abuse and kept it locked behind lipstick bars.
I bring the item up from the cellar because she asked.
Yet, when I finally can bring them up,
“Your just showing off!”
I know that no matter what, I still love her
as I cringe at every word.