#also bc i couldn't find a hc meme i liked to icebreak citrinne SLKDGNOSKDN so pls send any you'd like o /

[citresse]

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐚𝐠 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬 ;

send any of the following for a headcanon about the muse. 　　　　　(　fly high, caeldori !　🐦　)

　— this is how the arrow hunts the hunter, whispers solitude as it flies.　　how do they define family? what differentiates this from friends, significant others, or other types of relationships?

　— his body hung for death, and the muses called him atlas.　　what do they value more than their own life? what would happen if they could no longer have it?

　— hope is an incurable hemophilia; you bleed and bleed and bleed.　　what keeps them going on their darkest nights, when everything seems lost and there appears to be nothing left for them no matter where they turn?

　— the sun-flower, weary of time, contests the burning steps of the sun.　　what are their short-term goals? long-term goals? do they foresee any of these changing down the road?

　— the wolf who cried girl, wearing the clothes of the dead that raised her.　　what are their views on fighting, conflict, and violence? where do these views come from?

　— he was merely borrowing the space between scars, falling in love with life where he could.　　how much do they rely on faith to see things through, or do they need concrete evidence before taking a leap? why?

　— forgive me father, for i have dreamed a dream where blindfold and bandage were one.　　what would be the worst possible punishment they could receive, something to be avoided at all costs? why?

　— the angel, who does not yet speak the language of bodies, is afraid.　　what is the one trait, goal, or core belief without which they would not be who they are today?

　— remember that poppies grow already carrying the colors of war.　　is there any part of who they are that is a compensation for something missing? i.e. compensation for something they can't be or have; compensation for something someone else can't be; etc.

　— scion of history, true love, & other such poisons.　　how do they feel about stories with happy endings? do they find them reassuring? repulsive? saddening? why?

　— his fall was decidedly icarian, man-made and free of fear.　　in general, have they followed the path that was set out for them, or have they fought against it and chosen something different? what influenced their choice?

　— his is the religion of the ticking heart, a grenade of everything language has no room for.　　in what ways have they had to take care of and fend for themselves, and in what ways have they been nurtured by others? how does this balance influence who they are?