Muses

Hey hey hey!
It's Noelle again.  Of course.  ;)

This week the weather was all like "yo see that little human girl Imma gonna fry 'em" and then proceeded to crank it up to about a MILLION degrees (coincidentally, this was the same week that I started golf.  Don't you just love irony?)  Do not like, my friend, do not like.

What I do like, however, is writing (note that smoooooth transition) and now that I'm over that pesky thing called writer's block, I've been doing a lot of that!  I wanted to share a piece (well, a two parter) that I wrote recently, and then I'll be on my merry way...or really, I'll droop my way to the air vent and procede to not do anything useful with my life, because seriously, what have we done to deserve this heat?  why?  WHY??!

Prompts:  What does your muse look like?
What creature is it (if it is alive at all)?
Does it always give you ideas or is it lazy?

MUSE

My muse is a guy, though he’s the kind of guy that’d you’d meet and be unsure of his gender until he introduces himself as a Trevor or something.  His hair is a raggedy gold, caramel at the roots.  He’s blind, with eyes like pale purple galaxies and dark eyelashes.  His lips are always parted; he’s always saying something in a soft, whispery tone of voice.  He is a giver at heart, always giving and never asking for payment in return.  Sometimes, though, I don’t appreciate his gifts, and he gets grumpy.

SECONDARY

I have another Muse.  Selfish, you might think, having two, but I only use her when I must.  I have to keep her in a bottle, because she is anger embodied; her hair is black, her eyes a cackling crimson.  She is nothing but smoke, but she strikes fear in my heart.  She’s capable of massive amounts of destruction and she terrifies me.  Her lips quirk, showing fangs.  She know that I must be desperate, truly desperate, for me to ask her for ideas.

Cya next week!