Send ‘◘’ for my muse to react to being straddled/topped by your muse.
Bryan honestly wasn’t surprised when Octavia was suddenly straddling him. Maybe it was the fact that he was mostly drunk, or the fact that the roommates had grown close enough that cuddling and stunts like this weren’t uncommon at this point. Still, he giggled as he looked up from where he was laying on the floor, hands moving to rest on Octavia’s hips, and raising an eyebrow at her. “You having fun, Nala?” He teased her with a slight hiccup, and more giggling.
I don’t think I actually even have a pet peeve? I’m very laid back about rp things. Like, as long as someone’s not being super hateful towards me or my muse, I’m pretty cool with just about everything.
☐ – does your muse feel incomplete? Do they feel whole? Why do they feel whichever way?
Incomplete. Always. Like, I just feel like he is so out of his element and has been changed so much since coming to the ground, that he feels like a piece of him is missing. And he’s so desperate to help those that he cares about, and struggling with what they’re doing, that he just feels like he’s not doing enough, or not good enough compared to all of the others. I feel like he’s pushing himself in the role he has to play to help the others, and he isn’t sure if he can manage it or not… if that makes sense?
Stupid. It had been so stupid of him. Why had he decided to go alone to speak with the grounders? What did he think he could accomplish? Peace. That was what he wanted; peace and to help out others and figure out how they farmed down here. Those new plants he’d found, he wanted to know about them. But the second he’d stepped foot near that village…
He was slowly moving, trying to get to the clearing. They’d chased him, beaten him, and left him near the edge of the tree line; close to arkadia, but not close enough. The group couldn’t see him from here, couldn’t know to rush out to help him. So close, but so far away at the same time. Pain shot through him as he gripped at the ground, slowly inching forward some more.
It was when he heard the sound of a horse approaching that he was sure he was dead and done for. They’d send someone to finally finish him off. Shuddering, he weakly coughed up blood, resting his head on the ground. There was no fight left in him at this point. If they’d come to finish the job, then he’d let them. He was so tired…
“Bryan?”
The voice caused him to lift his head, gritting his teeth at the pain that shot through him as he did so. His vision blurred and he tried to focus again, trying to breathe through the pain. Hearing someone dismounting the horse, he tried to focus on who’s voice that was. “…Octavia?” He finally managed out, breathless and unsure if it was loud enough for her to hear that he was still alive or not.
ѩ – Are there any characters that you love, but simply cannot role play? Actually, no. Most of the characters I fall in love with, I end up finding a voice for. Even the characters that I felt unsure about, I’ve ended up being pretty decent at, according to those that played against me. Sometimes, I’ve fallen in love with characters, just because of that voice that I’ve found for them. I.E. I didn’t really like Santana Lopez from Glee, but I found a muse for her and actually did okay with it.
♬ – Do you listen to music when you write? If yes, what kind of music? It depends on the mood I’m in. Mostly it’s watching tv in the background or silence. If I do have music playing, I’ve got my itunes on shuffle. Then you get anything from Hamilton to Good Charlotte to Glee to NSYNC. I’ve got anything from Country to K-POP, so…
ᚡ – Random fact about the mun? I sat down a few weeks ago and made over 400 icons for Bryan. FOUR HUNDRED. I mean, I’m pretty sure I’ll never use half of them, but there are so little resources for Bryan (and Jonathan in general right now) that I just kinda went, “Huh, I have all these screencaps. Might as well use them all.”
Also just wanted to make a note that I thought the & was also part of the list and spent a good five minutes trying to figure out what it was supposed to be, before I realized.
They’ve only been back in Arkadia for a day but already her pack is slung around her shoulders as she stands in front of all the markers placed just outside of the wall to remember all those they’d lost. Placing a marker for Lincoln had crossed her mind but quickly she was shying away from those thoughts. The grounders burn their dead and that’s exactly what she had done. Besides, placing a marker for Lincoln just outside of Arkadia would be anything tie holding her here. It would be another excuse she could use not to leave. But she has to. She has to leave Arkadia because inside these walls are all the people who sided with Pike and who, unintentionally, caused Lincoln’s execution.
Brunette strands blow in the wind as emerald eyes linger on the markers until she feels a strong hand clamp down on her shoulder. At first she’s sure it’s her brother and without a thought or glance spared she shifts to the side, away from the strong grip. A breath of relief leaves her lips when Bryan’s voice breaks through her thoughts. It’s not Bellamy. “uh…” she’s hesitant to help him because she only really meant to stop at the markers briefly before she continued on away from Arkadia however, as her eyes meet his gaze she gives him a short nod. “Sure, who are they for?” she questions.
Bryan had noticed the pack that Octavia was carrying, and as much as he wanted to ask, the way she was holding herself and the way she shifted away from his touch told him that it would probably be better not to,at first. He offered her a soft smile as she finally looked at him, quiet and just giving her a moment to make her decision, and when she nodded and agreed, his smile widened a little. He took a deep breath, shifting the markers in his hands.
“My mom and dad,” He spoke softly, shrugging his shoulder a little. “I… I know that my mom didn’t die down here, but… I wanted a place that I could go to see both of them, you know? Can’t exactly go find the spot for my dad back in ice nation, and can’t go back to space. Besides, I think they’d like having markers next to each other too…” Maybe it felt a little silly, but for him, it was a comforting thought. “So… what spot do you think would be good?” He asked then, glancing around the open area.
send me CEMETERY! for a starter where my character is visiting someone who’s passed away with your character.
Bryan was quiet as he moved towards the area where they were putting little markers to remember the fallen. Seeing Octavia standing there, he moved over and reached out, gently putting his hand on her shoulder. “Hey,” He spoke softly, hoping not to spook her. He knew why she was here, and he felt horrible, hating how they’d lost so many people, so many good people. He shifted a little, holding the two markers in his hand a little tighter.
He’d made them for his mom and dad; even if his mom had passed on the ark and his father had passed somewhere in Ice Nation, he wanted a place to go, to talk and pretend they were still there. That was probably the idea with most of the markers that were placed around here, actually, but that wasn’t something he wanted to think about. “You want to help me find a place for these?” He asked softly after a moment, hoping a distraction might be good.
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