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“I know you despise me; allow me to say, it is because you don’t understand me.”

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                   "What have we here, hm?                           ---Are you lost, or just f o o l i s h?"

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W O W sorry for poofing for so long, i had some real life stuff to handle -cries- but NOW THAT I HAVE RETURNED, like this post for a starter??

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         "No, it plays one song. --You are much too curious                    for your own good, you know."

            “Really? How does it work? Does it play any song?”

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           "Indeed. It is also dangerous. Should you like to lose your hand,                 then go right ahead. Otherwise, I would advise against it."

    “—but it’s glowing!”

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           "It's a music box. It plays music."

                 ”But what does it do?”

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              "And how did you find yourself here,                     of all places, Miss Aster?"

    She huffed. “Fine then.”

        “Molly Aster.”

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♗ ♖♞ ♟ ☂♨ i'm not sorry

♗: a tip for getting my muse's romantic affection

   Touch him. That might sound a little strange at first, but Erik has convinced himself (for good reason, really) that everyone thinks he’s a monster - and people don’t touch monsters. If you rest a hand on his shoulder; his face, make any sort of gentle contact with him, it’ll give him a sense of assuredness and humanity that very few people can give him.

♖: one of my muse's guilty pleasures

   You know, the usual death, darkness, murder, morbid fascination type stuff. It’s no secret that he’s enamoured with all things strange and terrifying, but he’s not exactly proud of that. He’s not secretive about it, but there aren’t many individuals he’s willing to actually open up to. Not to mention, the situations those fascinations get him into often leave him with insurmountable guilt, as the term “guilty pleasure” might suggest.

♞: something that my muse wants to do

   He’d love to get a dog, some day. The idea of man’s best friend and unconditional love is all too appealing to someone like him, who doesn’t find anything like that in his every day life.

♟: something my muse admires

   Passion. If someone is passionate about something, no matter what is is (whether it’s music or cars or… nail art, for God’s sake) he can appreciate that. Especially if they’re doing something with their passion.

☂: something my muse wants to protect

   Christine, without a doubt. No matter what she might say or do, or how much she might want him to leave her alone, he’ll do everything in his power to keep her safe. Whether that be by trying to remain in her life or to always be nearby and protect her himself, or have someone else do it for him, he’ll be there in some way or another for as long as he lives. 

♨: my muse's reaction to seeing yours standing on their doorstep

soaking wet in the rain

                        “Christine…”

   A short exclamation would leave his lips before he would open the door the rest of the way and usher her inside, insisting that she sit in front of the fireplace and finding her a change of clothes. He would bring her more blankets than she would need, make her tea, offer her something to eat… He wouldn’t let her protest, whether she was cold or hungry or not, and he wouldn’t ask her why she’s there until he was certain she’d been made comfortable.

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My face on camera doesn’t lend itself to happy nice guys. I think it’s just that my bone structure looks menacing. I don’t smile that often.

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Send me a ♗ for a tip for getting my muses romantic affection ♖ for one of my muses guilty pleasures ♞ for something that my muse wants to do ♟ for something my muse admires ☁ for something that make my muse sad ☂ for something my muse wants to protect ♨ for my muse's reaction to seeing yours standing on their doorstep soaking wet in the rain.

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   [ He will not speak up against Christine, nor will he chase after her             as she leaves. He'll only watch, unable to help thinking that this             may, yet again, be the last time he'll ever see her. So he'll take             her in; the sway in her hips as she walks, the bounce of her             curls when she turns back to look at him --and he's still staring,             a blank expression masking the loss he feels he'll surely             experience again.

                                             And of course, he will forgive her.                                                                    There is no chance he won't. ]

        ❝Why do you care now? What’s done is done.❞ And that’s all         she’ll leave him with—he doesn’t deserve an answer, dammit!—         as she begins to stride off. Walk far away from him and never          just like she should’ve, all those years ago. 

                                     Christine never learns; Christine looks back.

         And she whispers: ❝forgive me.❞

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I am homesick for a place I am not sure even exists. One where my heart is full, my body loved, and my soul understood.

-- Unknown

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   [ Her response is a bigger slap to the face than the idea               that made him ask had been. If it were as simple as               it were once upon a time, he could have forced her               into telling him --taken her away until she told him               what he wanted. Alas, time had not stood still, and               she had a child to care for. ]

              "Did you not hear me?                         I have already asked."

    It would be wise to not have said anything, or even     return to her mentor that fateful night from whence      Gustave was created——- Christine isn’t wise.

           ❝—-please don’t ask this of me.❞