Whats The First Thing Your Muse Noticed About Mine?

what’s the first thing your muse noticed about mine? 

tell me what it is about my muse that drew yours in. physical attributes, mannerisms, appearance etc. 

@infernal-feminae

The touch grounded her, much better than her mangled mind ever could've. She has mastered switching between forms with ease, one with the voracious hunger of a newborn star, the other the blazing supernova of a dying one. And she was still capable of feeling somewhat human. Especially when Erebus was near.

“You have nothing to be sorry about.” probably the firmest tone she ever used with him, but how could she allow him berating himself for her decision

“You aren't relying on me. I am well aware that I can...overreact. And the outcome is brutal but final. I know I'm...much.”

“You can take care of yourself. It was me who stepped in without asking.” the entity couldn't remember one time in her life when she apologized or at least came close doing so.

“I...” gone the unforgiving burning void, only vulnerable jade gazed up “I lost my family. My virginity. My life. Some parts of my sanity. My physical health.” interpreting it as a sign, her heart picked up a brutal rhythm, one that made her seek his embrace even further

“The only thing I hold intact from myself is my voice. The ones I can save are because of my losses. And one time I still failed. I just- I couldn't stand and watch.” she was soaking up the reassurance, she felt unnecessary to say she will tear this dimension apart with her own hands if someone manages to take him away

“I can say with confidence that unfortunately, you're stuck with me too.”

phoenixborn​:

Her head fluidly turned a full 180° at the first sentence, blood slowly but surely evaporating from midnight claws.

“ T̵h̸e̷y̷ ̵h̷u̷r̵t̴ ̶y̶o̶u̷. ” the entity echoed as it glided back to the gargoyle demon. Too long fingers gently tilted his face upwards to meet eyes of abyss with a golden shifting galaxy as pupils as it searched for injuries.

“I didn’t waste anything.” the voice was still strong but less drowning as the being slowly changed back to the familiar face of the young woman

“You don’t have to be strong alone anymore. It, this is also my job. Why I was resurrected in the first place. I don’t doubt your abilities ” Cindy sighed, now every part of her back to normal “but don’t make me watch you getting hurt. I lost so much already.”

Before, seeing her like this might have instilled fear in his heart, but now, he just met her with tired resignation. He knew she just being protective. He knew this was just who she was. But he couldn’t shake the feeling of having someone else’s blood on his hands…and it was a feeling he was all too familiar with.

He heaves out a weary sigh, black-taloned hands reaching up to gently grasp her own.

“….’M sorry, Cindy. You ain’t the first person who’s tried to protect me. And I…and I thought I should be able to take care of myself. Without having to rely on other people.”

His gaze softens. “Hey, you’re not losin’ me. Not now or ever.” At that, he cracks a small smile. “You’re stuck with me now.”

What would you be the god of?

The Revenant

At some point in recent years, you suffered what felt to you like a 'death', whether creative, social, emotional, spiritual or even literal, and you've been reborn. This reincarnation didn't come easy, and you're not entirely the person you were, but you sloughed yourself out of your figurative grave with the kind of vigour only a phoenix could have. When you sleep, you dream strange and vivid dreams, and your gaze now holds a certain intensity. When something takes your attention, it doesn't let go. Your kindness is endless, as is your love for vast things like the sea, the sky and the stars. You have a certain unshakable fixation with religion or higher powers, and the prospect of death doesn't scare you. In fact, you feel less fear than you should, and you've never felt more alive than you do now. As a deity, you're the god of life and death, of moving on, of growth and of courage.

@infernal-feminae

She knew how to work with and around height, even when it came such drastic difference. Once balance was lost, there wasn't enough time to fight off the opponent and gravity. She made no other move after Erebus was successfully maneuvered to the floor, only glancing down with a faint grin.

A lazy cartwheel turned into a headstand pose her face lingering above his; a subtle flex of agility, balance with a hint of gymnastics talent.

“I was.”

This time was no denying the ever growing smirk, she stood effortlessly from the handstand.

“Not your fault my father instead of playing dressup with me carried me to a prison deep in the Soviet Union and allowed a convicted felon to teach me. Said convicted felon turned out to be more of a father figure aside from making me realize that all the fancy instructors only taught the basics.” Cindy shrugged lightly despite the heavy topic, retrieving her bottle of water and placing it on top of the tallest training dummy

“Watch.” she tossed over her shoulder

The woman was a blur, like gravity didn't apply to her as she scaled the easily two feet taller object, each spin with more force harnessed from momentum, the final kick sending the bottle slamming to the wall across the room. A quick high kick after she landed from such height; natural to redirect the remaining energy.

“His name was Yuri Boyka.” Cindy smiled fondly as if the previous display didn't occur a few seconds ago. “I haven't seen an another fighter-” she cut herself off with furrowed brows at the realization

“Actually I have. When I was checking out the local clubs, arenas. That woman, resembling to a dragon. Built like a tank but faster than a snake in oil. I think she's the one people call her ‘General’, but I highly doubt Hell offers martial arts training that level otherwise Heaven would've shat their robes long time ago.”

𝟏𝟎𝟎 𝑵𝑶𝑵𝑽𝑬𝑹𝑩𝑨𝑳 𝑷𝑹𝑶𝑴𝑷𝑻𝑺 .

@phoenixborn​ said:  ∗ 21﹕ sender  overtakes  receiver  in  combat . at Erebus & don’t make me spiral into a ramble about how Rozy & Cindy are similar yet different when it comes to combat

Erebus grunted when his back hit the floor, staring up at Cindy in a bit of shock and awe. Despite his job, he didn’t consider himself much of a fighter. Still, he had to admit he did want to see what Cindy was like in combat firsthand.

He was honestly surprised he managed to hold his own for as long as he did. Although he mostly fell back on his brute strength, while Cindy had more…finesse.

“…Maybe I should told ya to go a little easy on me before we started.” He joked.

@infernal-feminae

Tears at last began to pour at the gentle gesture and the hushed reassurance. She held probably one of the greatest forces in the Universe, yet she still remained incredibly damaged. Shattered.

“I do.” yet an another heavy secret, her only but worst failure

“I was- I was a few seconds late.” the gunshot still a deafening echo in her mind “and I watched life leaving my mother's eyes in my arms. I failed and I didn't have this fused with me to bring her back.” golden tears refused the laws gravity and began to slowly swirl in the air

“I cannot let it happen with you too.”

The world took and continued to take whatever it could get its claws on, her fears only heightening as she realized how deep her feelings are towards Erebus. And that it is probably, possibly mutual, if she wasn't too damaged to love.

“What” she swallowed, to grasp control of the tiny unstable galaxy formed from her -nonsense that she couldn't even cry without setting off a cosmic reaction- “What was that you first saw in me?”

phoenixborn​:

@infernal-feminae

The touch grounded her, much better than her mangled mind ever could’ve. She has mastered switching between forms with ease, one with the voracious hunger of a newborn star, the other the blazing supernova of a dying one. And she was still capable of feeling somewhat human. Especially when Erebus was near.

“You have nothing to be sorry about.” probably the firmest tone she ever used with him, but how could she allow him berating himself for her decision

“You aren’t relying on me. I am well aware that I can…overreact. And the outcome is brutal but final. I know I’m…much.”

“You can take care of yourself. It was me who stepped in without asking.” the entity couldn’t remember one time in her life when she apologized or at least came close doing so.

“I…” gone the unforgiving burning void, only vulnerable jade gazed up “I lost my family. My virginity. My life. Some parts of my sanity. My physical health.” interpreting it as a sign, her heart picked up a brutal rhythm, one that made her seek his embrace even further

“The only thing I hold intact from myself is my voice. The ones I can save are because of my losses. And one time I still failed. I just- I couldn’t stand and watch.” she was soaking up the reassurance, she felt unnecessary to say she will tear this dimension apart with her own hands if someone manages to take him away

“I can say with confidence that unfortunately, you’re stuck with me too.”

He was quiet for a moment, absorbing her words. Erebus had always known her life before becoming the entity she was today wasn’t all rainbows and sunshine. Just like his wasn’t either, but he just never truly fathomed the extent of what she suffered through.

“I had no idea…” He murmured, wrapping his free arm her and gently tugging her into his embrace. 

It honestly kind of funny how they came to be together. They’re opposites in most every way. He was quiet and reserved, and standoffish and she…wasn’t. But it was their shared love of music that brought them both together.

“I know, sweetheart. I know. You did the best you could. No one faults you for that.” He assured her, his hand sliding up to run through her fiery tresses.

He allows a smile to tug at his lips after hearing her echo what he said. “Then I guess we’re just stuck with each other now. Guess we’ll have to make the most of it.” He chuckles softly.

@phoenixborn​

EXTENSIVE SCAR RELATED PROMPTS 

GENERAL 

[ TOUCH ]  for sender to trace one of receiver’s scars 

[ TOUCHED ]  for receiver to trace one of sender’s scars

[ DISCOVER ]  for sender to see receiver’s scars for the first time 

[ DISCOVERED ]  for receiver to see sender’s scars for the first time 

[ CARESS ]  for sender to kiss one of receiver’s scars 

[ CARESSED ]  for receiver to kiss one of sender’s scars

[ SHOW ]  for sender to purposefully reveal their scars for receiver to see 

[ SHOWN ]  for receiver to purposefully reveal their scars for sender to see 

SCENARIOS

[ MEND ]  for sender to treat receiver’s wound which leads to them having to remove an article of clothing resulting in revealing scars hidden beneath

[ MENDED ]  for receiver to treat sender’s wound which leads to them having to remove an article of clothing resulting in revealing scars hidden beneath

[ BLUNDER ]  for sender to walk in on receiver in a state of undress thus seeing their scars for the first time

[ BLUNDERED ]  for receiver to walk in on sender in a state of undress thus seeing their scars for the first time 

[ KISS ]  our muses are having sex for the first time which then reveals sender’s scars to receiver 

[ KISSED ]  our muses are having sex for the first time which then reveals receiver’s scars to sender 

[ BATHE ]  our muses take a shower together and sender looks over receiver’s scars 

[ BATHED ]  our muses take a shower together and receiver looks over sender’s scars. 

WORDS

❝  your scars are nothing to be ashamed of.  ❞

❝  why do you hide your scars?  ❞

❝  i see every mark as something to be proud of,  proof of all i survived.  ❞

❝  can i ask what happened here—  how did you get this one?  ❞

❝  sometimes i get these phantom pains i guess you could say.  little aches and i find them oddly comforting.  because my soul still hurts even if my body is healed.  ❞

❝  i wish i could get rid of my scars.  they’re just reminders of everything i want to forget.  ❞

❝  is it alright if i touch this scar?  ❞

❝  it’s okay—  you can touch it if you want.  doesn’t hurt anymore.  ❞

❝  please don’t touch it.  ❞

❝  you don’t have to tell me how you got it.  i just wanted to see.  ❞

❝  looks worse than it was.  ❞

❝  i want to kill every person responsible for leaving you scarred. ❞

❝  i made sure the people who left marks on me wouldn’t get the chance to do it again.  ❞

❝  woah—  what the hell happened there? ❞

❝  you don’t have to hide them around me.  the scars are just part of who you are.  and i like all of what i see.  ❞

❝  i don’t really like letting people see them.  ❞

❝  it’s okay—  honestly i forget they’re there most of the time.  ❞