Muses (Thanks Noelle)
It's 1 AM, I'm beat tired but I still had to write this....thanks Noelle, for the random burst of inspiration. Totally helpful.
So yeah. My muse. Or muses? I've been thinking it over, and I do think I have more than one. Not trying to copy our resident writing expert, but yeah.
My first is tall, abnormally so. They're kinda androgynous, with broad shoulders and hips that curved just the slightest bit. They're not skinny, with thighs that mush together when they sit and softened cheeks, but they're the sort of pretty that's hard to come by. Eyes, dark chocolatey and glittery against mocha skin reveal a kind of wonderment about the world, and their lips are full and whirled in an arrogant tilt. Their hair is cut short, flooded up and dyed an cotton candy pink were it isn't shaved. Their old fashioned soda pop glasses are the same shade. But looks aside, they're far from appearances. They're snarky, a bit rude, but can act kind on the rare occasion. Hands, soft but rough with calloused at the same time, are always saving about to match the cautiously loud boom of their voice, as if afraid to scare someone. They are truly a bunch of opposites. From the color of their hair the bracelets on their wrists. Their ideas can be harsh, but in the good ,protective kind of way. All action and no blood. Well, mostly. When in cahoots with their partner in crime, their ideas flow easily and perfectly, leaving daring stories in their wake.
The second is used about as much. He's shy, soft-spoken, calm. His hair is dark, dark brown, thickly curled and twisting about. His eyes, set into a freckled, tan face, are a deep green flecked with grey. A nose ring, gold and slim, settles in the dip of his cupid's bow and more piercings of the same shade litter his ears. His ideas are sweet and calming, all warmth and giggles and sweet nothings. Good ideas. Kind ones. A smile, warm and almost parental, in permanently set on his face, and he's quick to hug and soothe. Far unlike his counterpart, who is brash and bold and fearless. No, he is the calm before their storm, the balm of their burns and the rain after their drought. An unlikely pair, but a good one, nevertheless.
The final one is rarely used. She is tired. Oh, so tired. Deep bags under murky blue eyes and long colorless bangs falling to her waist. Words flit from her lips, salty form her tears and truthful despite their sting. She is afraid of the future and way of the past, but so prepared for the present. Her world-weariness can fade in a snap, leaving angry snaps and harsh bites that leave the recipient in tears. No, she is hardly used. The angst she brings is not one used or wanted often, but still utilized plenty.
But yeah. Muses. I probably have more somewhere, but whatever. Laters, y'all.
So yeah. My muse. Or muses? I've been thinking it over, and I do think I have more than one. Not trying to copy our resident writing expert, but yeah.
My first is tall, abnormally so. They're kinda androgynous, with broad shoulders and hips that curved just the slightest bit. They're not skinny, with thighs that mush together when they sit and softened cheeks, but they're the sort of pretty that's hard to come by. Eyes, dark chocolatey and glittery against mocha skin reveal a kind of wonderment about the world, and their lips are full and whirled in an arrogant tilt. Their hair is cut short, flooded up and dyed an cotton candy pink were it isn't shaved. Their old fashioned soda pop glasses are the same shade. But looks aside, they're far from appearances. They're snarky, a bit rude, but can act kind on the rare occasion. Hands, soft but rough with calloused at the same time, are always saving about to match the cautiously loud boom of their voice, as if afraid to scare someone. They are truly a bunch of opposites. From the color of their hair the bracelets on their wrists. Their ideas can be harsh, but in the good ,protective kind of way. All action and no blood. Well, mostly. When in cahoots with their partner in crime, their ideas flow easily and perfectly, leaving daring stories in their wake.
The second is used about as much. He's shy, soft-spoken, calm. His hair is dark, dark brown, thickly curled and twisting about. His eyes, set into a freckled, tan face, are a deep green flecked with grey. A nose ring, gold and slim, settles in the dip of his cupid's bow and more piercings of the same shade litter his ears. His ideas are sweet and calming, all warmth and giggles and sweet nothings. Good ideas. Kind ones. A smile, warm and almost parental, in permanently set on his face, and he's quick to hug and soothe. Far unlike his counterpart, who is brash and bold and fearless. No, he is the calm before their storm, the balm of their burns and the rain after their drought. An unlikely pair, but a good one, nevertheless.
The final one is rarely used. She is tired. Oh, so tired. Deep bags under murky blue eyes and long colorless bangs falling to her waist. Words flit from her lips, salty form her tears and truthful despite their sting. She is afraid of the future and way of the past, but so prepared for the present. Her world-weariness can fade in a snap, leaving angry snaps and harsh bites that leave the recipient in tears. No, she is hardly used. The angst she brings is not one used or wanted often, but still utilized plenty.
But yeah. Muses. I probably have more somewhere, but whatever. Laters, y'all.
your muses sound really cool ('cept that last one :'( )
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