── types of people and classes
( bold: applies. italics: sort-of applies / verse dependent. strikethrough: antithetical to your muse. )
barbarian » toothy grins, stories around the campfire, clothes covered in pet hair, hot temper, old jeans, heartbeat in head, potatoes and steak, beaded jewelry, bruises like galaxies , mementos, backpack stuffed full, craigslist furniture, spontaneous road trips, air ripped from lungs.
bard » homemade bread, white lies, easily excited, trying on hats, band geek, pep talks, no impulse control, sunsets, vintage fashion, long showers, selfies, following dreams, rosy cheeks, song mash-ups, pink lemonade with tequila, loves easily, animated storyteller, full of comebacks
cleric » list of wishes, biting their tongue, band-aids and neosporin, shoulder to cry on, morning sun, necklaces, trial and error, homemade quilts, formal clothing, astrology fan, messages in bottles, pleated braids, speaking up for friends, feathers, motivational quotes, vivid dreams
druid » bird watching, shy kid, wind chimes, trying to whistle, summer camp, apple orchards, lost in their head, glow-in-the-dark stars on the ceiling, hoodies, thrift shopping, saving worms off the sidewalk, pig latin, bare feet, thunderstorms, numb fingers, braided hair, naming potted plants
fighter » goose bumps, leather jackets, adventure, chewing nails, cares deeply but can’t show it, bronze locks, no sleep, taste of iron, netflix binges, never forgets, combat boots, stories behind scars, table for one, official soundtracks, sore calves, trusts themselves the most
monk » always trying to be better, wanderlust, meditation, sweat pants, old photographs, yoga, sleeping in hammocks, nostalgia, minimalist design, breath of fresh air, baby animals, volunteering, perfectionist, doesn’t care about fashion, healthy snacks, noticing the little things
paladin » school uniforms, thick jackets, sleeping with the windows open, logical advice, scrapbooking, compasses, i fight for my friends, sculpture gardens, cold morning air, big soul, likes routine, secret romantic, last to get jokes, sunflowers, practical presents, misty weather
ranger » herbal tea, smell of rain, blinking away tears, camping trips, collecting bones, swiss army knives, first impressions, anxious thoughts, bobby pins, burnt marshmallows, too competitive, clothes lines, messenger bags, holding grudges, gets along better with animals than people
rogue » flirtatious sarcasm, candid photos, lost phone chargers, adrenaline rush, picking dirt out from beneath their nails, social chameleon, clashing clothes, self-deprecating jokes, claw machines, sits in chairs wrong, smudged eyeliner, has too many sunglasses, eats nothing or everything
sorcerer » infectious laugh, family trees, shivers down their spine, lipstick and roses, mood swings, clumsy, believing in destiny, high expectations, sleeping in darkness, collection of nail polish (and extra fingers to go with them), passionate, good grades but never studies, poetry books, blowing kisses, not knowing their own strength
warlock » knowing everyone’s secrets, backpack covered in pins, envy, being in walmart late at night, earl grey, selective memory, conspiracy theories and cryptids, keysmashing, need to know basis, can’t cook, bags under eyes, experimental art, flickering bulbs, black red clothing all year long
wizard » piles of textbooks, cat in lap, keeping a diary, indecisions, scented candles, studying alone in a café, lingering touches, museum dates, unanswered questions, taking on too much responsibility, collections, chalk dust, comfy robes, unnecessary apologies, coming home after a long day
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Either "Dancer in the Street" / or / "Slash and Slash" maybe~? uwu
He protests, weakly, at the Matron's gift. Swords? He is not a man inclined to weaponry. The delicate rapiers are beautiful, because of course they are, the Matron would never bring anything otherwise. The handles are ornate in brass and gold, with the floral motif interwoven between vines and serpents, and the blades are perfectly balanced and gleam like mirrors. The pair would be a beautiful gift, yes, as a work of art. But to use them, to take one and cross blades with the one in her hands? He cannot. For all she might wish it, he cannot. He doesn't have the skill, let alone the ability...
Vladimir continues to protest, then dips his head in shame and demonstrates how his claws make holding the blade impossible, how he winces in pain and fumbles and drops the beautiful thing to the floor with a clatter. Shameful colour rises in his cheeks. He cannot hold a blade, not in the way she wished. Perhaps she should look elsewhere for a sparring partner, because even in private he would do nothing more than disappoint her.
And yet, she sets both blades aside and faces him. The hands that rise are gentle and enclose his face with care - though memories are unkind, and he still flinches and expects a painful chastisement - and she holds him and murmurs a kind word. And then she is closer, close enough that her perfume intoxicates him, and when she tells him to raise his hands he does so without hesitation.
She guides those hands, one against her waist and the other held lightly in her palm. He is breathlessly nervous, for a moment, fearful of harming her, but she stands with him, those eyes drawing him in, the scent of rich oud and rose oil slowly calming him down. He is holding her, he realises, like a dance partner.
If they cannot spar, they can dance. He is a good dancer. In this, at least, he will not disappoint. He attempts a smile, a brief flicker, before the nervousness settles back in, and he swallows hard, trying to focus on doing everything right.
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