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Do u ever just want to RP with a certain mutual but they’re like PERFECT and you’re the lord of potatos?
Send 👍 if you like my character portrayal; please say why.
Send me “You are my sunshine” for my muse’s reaction to yours dying in
their arms.
♔ Elise was speechless, her mouth open in awe and her eyes staring blankly at her
sister, unable to focus. Silent sobs shook her body, but she couldn’t feel a thing.
She felt like she was in a dream, waiting for the moment when she’d open her
eyes and be lying in bed— dried tears stuck to her face— with her sister sitting
beside her and caressing her head, telling her: It was just a dream. But as time
went on, and Elise realized she wouldn’t wake up from this nightmare, her eyes
slowly drifted over to Camilla’s. They were full of pain and sorrow, just like her
own. Elise tightened her grip on her sister’s bloody body as tears started to
cloud her eyes and stream down her cheeks.
❝ Please…
don’t— don’t leave me, Camilla.
I need you. I can’t lose you.
Please. Please! Oh Gods, please! ❞
Our muses get stuck in a small closet together
#7
❝ I don’t think so… I think it’s just this stuffy closet! ❞
♔ Elise let out a frustrated sigh and let her head rest on Harold’s chest. It certainly was
hot in there… drops of sweat formed on their foreheads, accompanied by labored
breathing.
❝ Can you cool me down somehow, Harold? ❞ she said, looking up into her
subordinate’s concerned eyes.
❝ Why is everyone talking about their swords?
I feel left out… maybe I should go get one! ❞
