Send me “&” for my muses reaction to yours tracing one of their scars.
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His head was placed on her lap,
her fingers gently glided over his
arm, but stopped upon reaching his
forearm. As he looked up at to see
her facial expression, he noticed that it
had become hardened; she was rather
distraught with what she had found.
It was one of his countless scars from the war,
marks he had grown used to over the previous
few weeks.
The ginger haired boy broke out into a soft smile,
his one hand reached over to take the girl’s warm
hand in his own. Rather than being self-concious
over his damaged skin, he was more focused on
how she felt about it all.
“I’m fine. I’m alive, right? ‘Sides, I got you.
Don’t matter how many scars or what the after math is,
if I got you, then I know I’m gonna’ be okay.”
1 [ it's not that i ship these two i just wanted to say hi :3 ]
Send in a number between 1-20. I’ll use the corresponding picture as inspiration for either a starter or drabble of our two characters.
He’d been badly injured from a bludger,
his stomach bruised and his arm likely
broken. His unharmed arm was sprawled
out on the grass as he looked up at the
blue sky, eyes watching as players flew
back and forth. They needed ten more
points to win.
His eyes fell shut as he lay there,
concentrating on the sounds around.
Five minutes had past, or so he thought,
and then he was caught off guard by the
bell ringing. The game had ended.
Gryffindor won.
When his eyes opened again, he
was given quite a shock. A younger
female was beside him, his hand gripped
tightly by hers as others began to surround
him. Comments about his arm were made, but
he couldn’t feel a thing for he was too focused
on the girl hovering over him.
Send me a ■ and the muse will say aloud the first thing they think internally about your character.
“Luna Lovegood’s father.
–live just the ways from my house."
While he wasn’t overly c l o s e with Luna, he
did know a little bit about her and her father.
He had no ill feelings toward either Lovegoods,
despite their odd ways. They lived close but
he wouldn’t go as far to call them emotionally
close. He found Luna to be quite alright company,
and a similar feeling towards her father. Yes, he
respected the love and dedication toward his
daughter and admired the way the two stuck together.
Send me a ■ and the muse will say aloud the first thing they think internally about your character.
"My best friend, of course.“
He wondered if there was really anything else that needed to be said. In a way, Harry had become the one thing that was his. Harry was something that his brothers couldn’t take away from him; grades, money, material items, none of it mattered. Hell, it was even something that Draco Malfoy couldn’t buy. Whether he had all of those or not, what was still clear was the fact that he had Harry through it all.
In fifty years, one might merely brush off that
of the chosen one for some name in history,
but to Ronald Weasley, Harry Potter would be
someone that he would take to the grave with him.
"T-their blood is-s'on m'hands.."
“Either them or us."
His words were cold; but what he said was true. In this day, being an associate of Ron’s meant allowing yourself to become a target alongside him. The war in the wizarding world did not only effect wizards as it did effect the muggles. Yes, there wasn’t one person who was not in danger with Voldemort in power.
”Kill or be killed.“
"I have a month left to live."
It was a lie, right?
Deep down, he knew that she wouldn’t pull such a horrendous joke on him. No, she was one of the few that he could trust when it came to realism— she was a bit odd, but regardless, she was one of his friends. Which is why none of this sat right with the Gryffindor. She was too young, too full of life. She had everything going for and to hear that her life was going to be cut short— it saddened him.
As he watched over her features, he
felt a sense of calmness from her. It
was baffling. She was to die and yet
she seemed okay with it. Perhaps even
better than okay, she seemed to not
mind in the slightest.
Honestly, this angered him.
He snapped.
“A month left? That’s it? Why?”
Arms folded over his protruding chest, his eyes narrowing at the smaller female. No, she was not to die. No matter the reasoning behind it— he wouldn’t allow it. It was foolish in his eyes. “It’s complete rubbish! You’re not gonna’ die, Luna. I’ll make sure of it.”
"Why are we in a graveyard?" [This is so random, but i'm only doing this because I wanna see your Ron's reaction lol. Hi :)]
“Spiders—
I really hate spiders.”
His voice cracked as his attention was on a huge web located above their heads. Why were they in a graveyard? The thought had crossed his mind, but no answer made itself present, thus his response was a rather dull one. “—I.. I dunno’. What kind of a place to meet is this?”
❊ {just because I'm curious and lurking right now :)}
Send me a ❊ to hear my character’s inner monologue after your character stormed off in anger and left and my character missed their opportunity to try and make them stay.
Three, two, one—
he’d vanished.
left.
gone.
Honestly speaking, it felt like a part of him had vanished along with the boy. Years and years had gone by where he’d been in his best friend’s shadow; he wasn’t the one others looked to, he wasn’t noticed like Harry was. And he was okay with it. There was one reason for that and one reason at all; they were best friends. Since the first day they sat together on that train, the two became inseparable.
Ronald had became used to having him around. Used to not being alone. Used to following him throughout his adventures, experiences he was sure were only made possible because of w h o Harry was. Although he was often in the spotlight and Ron wasn’t noticed by many, he was noticed by him and that was the whole point. That was what he wanted to say before the other left. He wanted to explain himself fully, but the words caught in his throat, his stomach tossed and turned, his head felt like it was on fire and in the moment—
he said that he didn’t care anymore.
But he did.
He still does.
Harry Potter may be the chosen one,
the one everyone has their money on.
But to Ron, Harry is just Harry. He is
all that everyone says and so much more;
he is his best friend.
♚ (what a way to introduce our muses to each other, i know)
Send a ♚. Your character falls asleep on mine, I’ll reply with what mine does.
He hadn’t any idea how it had happened.
Then again, with these things, he never does.
The small girl had fallen asleep–
but had not fallen asleep just anywhere;
she had fallen asleep on his shoulder.
She was leaning up against him, putting most of her body weight on him with her legs crossed. They’d been skipping rocks, talking quietly amongst themselves, though there had been a long pause of silence and it was to be assumed that small amount of time was enough to cause her to fall asleep. He debated on waking her up, but soon backed down from that thought; if she was tired enough to fall asleep out here, on him, then he wasn’t going to deprive her of her much needed sleep. Heaven only knows why she’s so tired and while there wasn’t much he could do for her, this was something that he could.
But for now, dear child of mine,
–sleep.
' You have no reason to be jealous. '
"My chess skills aren’t something to be jealous about.“
The redhead gave the female a crooked smile as he relaxed on the couch– they’d been discussing wizard’s chess for the past half hour; a topic that he was quite fond of and nearly never got tired of. It wasn’t easy finding someone that could relate with him and a girl at that. "Been playing since I was real young– probably before I could talk.”
Bit of an exaggeration.
“Treat me well and maybe I’ll tutor you.”
