#dethalamh

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Quick & Easy Plotting. | Accepting. | @dethalamh

My muse(s): Dustin

Do I know your muse(s): yes | no | a little | tell me about your muse

Setting: our verse | my verse | your verse | modern | alternate universe | other (could work with it regardless of verse)

Pre-established relationships? yes | no | depends on the relationship

Possible relationships: friends | classmate | co-worker | roommate | family, real or adopted | dating or blind date | married | friends with benefits | unrequited love | lending a hand | teacher - student | rivals | allies | partner-in-crime | enemies | protector - guarded | business partners | spy - infiltrated | manipulator - manipulated | star-crossed | first meeting | other 

I’m in the mood for: fluff | angst | horror | romance | humor | crime | hurt / comfort | action | supernatural | slice of life | crack | dark threads | light threads | any genre | multi-para | shorter para | one-line | any length | plotted threads | unplotted threads | other

Feel free to: message me ooc | message me ic | tell me your ideas | write a starter | answer one of my opens | send a meme | reblog this with your preferences - let’s find common interests!

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“You’re new around these parts, aren’t you?” (For Dustin)

Vaguely Familiar starters. | Accepting. | @dethalamh

An unwelcome intrusion concluded his woeful elegy prior to its natural end, silvery lyre strings brought to a standstill mid-pluck as his attention fell upon this new face as they approached. Dissonant notes hang in the air with his release of Nocturne's strings... then, silence.

Oh, how he'd relish a dull night of haunting his hunting grounds in peace.

But with the instrument's alluring musical spell broken and an unfamiliar face rapidly encroaching, the skittish nocturnal wildlife surrounding the bard took their leave, scattering in every which way before vanishing into the misty moonlit forest around them, leaving Dustin alone with this peculiar traveler.

"If that was your attempt at a jest, it fell flat, traveler. I was born in these woods. And I've yet to eavesdrop on word around the town of an unfamiliar face milling about... which can only mean you've only begun to tread this land. I know not why you're here. But I suggest you return from whence you came."

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Songs for Muse Inspiration. | Accepting. | @dethalamh

Dusty | Megadeth - The Blackest Crow

This cold, empty house is So quiet now she's gone The dust accumulates into Mountains on the ground My paper's piled on the steps Her flowers all have died I'm searching everywhere For someone I'll never find

The haunting never fades, laughter's gone away It's too late, when you've lost your soul I left her everything, she only left my ring My world is darker now than the blackest crow