Writertag: #RabidSmolThing
Adult muse and mun, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT please.
ʟᴇᴛ'ꜱ ɢᴇᴛ ᴛʜɪꜱ ꜱʜɪᴛ
ꜱᴛᴀʀᴛᴇᴅ."
Sorry for the silence here.
Sorry for the silence here.
It was her turn to sigh, her gaze turning toward the gorgeous view of the city outside.
"I'm in no shape to tangle with them, though."
It was her turn to sigh, her gaze turning toward the gorgeous view of the city outside.
"I'm in no shape to tangle with them, though."
She hesitated to pick up the mascara, worried to offend the older Witch.
"I can get the makeup remover if you'd prefer to end it here..."
ㅤㅤ•A sigh escapes her mouth, and a hand immediately goes up to Raizel's shoulder.
ㅤㅤ"It's alright, you did what you think was best for you to continue."
ㅤㅤ•Her hand moves to her lap, one clasping the other.
ㅤㅤ"You may continue. I promise I won't attack you."
ㅤㅤ
She set the mascara down, busying herself with untying the other.
"I'll try to avoid the scars, 'kay?"
She hesitated to pick up the mascara, worried to offend the older Witch.
"I can get the makeup remover if you'd prefer to end it here..."
Time for a little Mayhem!
Time for a little Mayhem!
She tried to muster the energy for a smile, only to yawn instead.
"Kid's zapping all my energy, I'm tired all the time now..."
She tried to muster the energy for a smile, only to yawn instead.
"Kid's zapping all my energy, I'm tired all the time now..."
She set the mascara down, busying herself with untying the other.
"I'll try to avoid the scars, 'kay?"
ㅤㅤ•Her frown deepens.
ㅤㅤ"Pardon me, then, it feels odd when someone else touches my scars."
ㅤㅤ•still doesn't seem pleased about being tied up.
ㅤㅤ
So, yes, she must be tied to the chair.
She set the mascara down, busying herself with untying the other.
"I'll try to avoid the scars, 'kay?"
So, yes, she must be tied to the chair.
ㅤㅤ"I appreciate your kindness, young witch, but must you tie me up to a chair?!"
ㅤㅤ•would literally attack anything that comes too close to her face, including another person's hands.
ㅤㅤ
So, yes, she must be tied to the chair.
What is your muse’s alcoholic beverage of choice?
She huffed softly, crossing her arms over her chest.
ㅤㅤ•She gave an affirming hum.
ㅤㅤ"Not really a twin, no. Not age-wise at least. I'm around a decade or two older."
ㅤㅤ•it's not a major difference, but she still felt the need to correct the girl.
ㅤ
She huffed softly, crossing her arms over her chest.
ㅤㅤ"That depends."
ㅤㅤ•She was surprised with how easily the younger Umbra accepted her as family, as she herself wouldn't immediately accept an alternate version of ... well, anyone as family. Not her father, or mother, or herself. Her 'sisters' were the result of camaraderie.
ㅤㅤ
"I know that, that's why I asked you. You're another version of my Mum, so that makes you (
ㅤㅤ"An Umbra's hair is sacred. From a young age, Umbras are taught to care for their hair as if it's their own heart. Only a witch's family or trusted friends or lover can touch it, let alone do or clean their hair."
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"I know that, that's why I asked you. You're another version of my Mum, so that makes you (
A blush dusted her cheeks, avoiding meeting the elder Umbran's gaze. She clearly had no idea what she'd been asking.
"I'll just... Shuffle off to the shame corner..."
ㅤㅤ•The response elicited a giggle from her, two hands pulling Raizel backwards so she can adjust the younger woman's bangs.
ㅤㅤ"Forgive me, I must reword that. If an Umbra Witch lets you braid their hair, then they must trust you very deeply."
—&—
"I mean, I do trust you so why not come to you for this?"
A blush dusted her cheeks, avoiding meeting the elder Umbran's gaze. She clearly had no idea what she'd been asking.
"I'll just... Shuffle off to the shame corner..."