💘 What are the ways my muse says ‘I love you’ without actually saying it? + 😳 What was my muse’s worst romantic/sexual relationship?
What are the ways my muse says ‘I love you’ without actually saying it?
Faervell - Gifts and small actions that he knows that those he loves (ahem esme) would really like. Usually, for esme, he’ll take her out on a nice small date out to go see the stars with some food that she likes or get her a new book that she doesn’t have in her library or spend a night reading to her. Those are special ways he can do so without saying it outright, even though he does that plenty itself.
Taliori - She’s more subtle with her actual love. Generally, while she wanders, she always comes back and will usually bring back gifts or stories specifically that she knows those people would like. The time she spends with them is the best way she can manage to get the message across.
Maeus - Cook or Bake good food. Even if it’s midnight and god, Sarah, all he wants to do is sleep but gosh he loves you so much he’ll do it anyway.
Prisa - More physical closeness/contact. Handholding, hugging, sitting right up next to someone. Even a little secret kiss on the cheek or two. That’s how she’d say it best.
Pyrar - Getting gussied up for them. She likes to look good and knows she does. When she wears something new, and only to be seen by that person, she means it to be special. That, or perhaps, reading with that person. Spending the time nice and close, comfortable, in lounging clothes and reading a good book quietly? That’s some lovin’ time.
What was my muse’s worst romantic/sexual relationship?
Faervell - He slept with a virgin who not only was inexperienced, but also cried after they had sex. It was really awkward for everyone involved.
Taliori - Nesrin.
Maeus - He was really, really, really awkward in his first relationship on all aspects, but… that was to be expected.
Prisa - She just sat there one time and did nothing when she was gettin’ it on. Felt alright for her but she knew she didn’t do very good on that one. She felt embarrassed just thinking about it afterwards.
Pyrar - When she was an apprentice, she went on a date with a man that literally said he loved her halfway through the evening. It was their first date. The walk home was very awkward and she had to push him away when he kept trying to get a kiss while politely finding new ways to say ‘no thanks’.
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I don’t remember 9/11 I remember the weeks that followed The red eyes of adults around me The fantastical and horrific stories The tears and denial of friends who lost loved ones All burned into my psyche
I don’t remember 9/11 I remember my parents going to New York a month after the attacks for their anniversary They brought back gifts from the Toys R Us in Times Square And stories of dust covered cars that would never be reclaimed
I don’t remember 9/11 I remember hearing that we were going to war I remember my fear for children like me who would get hurt I remember resigned acceptance “We’re just getting the bad guys,” people said “You’re too young to understand”
I don’t remember 9/11 I remember my confusion when my father couldn’t walk my mother and I to the gate at Philadelphia International “But the last time we visited Aunt Theresa you waved goodbye” What I would’ve given to go back to 1999
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I don’t remember 9/11 I remember the nausea I felt when we learned in school that we armed and trained Al Qaeda and the Taliban That we caused the Iranian Revolution That we fund corruption and war when it fits our needs That we’ve murdered millions in the name of freedom That we are a nation of terrorists ourselves
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