#Greyson ( lunarxdaydream )

[traundrath]

( @lunarxdaydream​ ) asked:  ❛ what are you so afraid of? ❜ (Greyson)

For the damaged sentence starters // Still Accepting

She hadn’t thought of it that way, but he had a point. She was afraid. Of so many different things but the most... was losing him. “Rejection.” Her voice is soft, lavender irises aimed downward as hands clench within her lap. “Loss.” A sigh is released, how could she put to words all that she felt, all her worries if she told him the truth? Would he outright think she had gone mad? That she was crazy? A truth as outrageous as hers... well, she couldn’t blame him if he were to believe she was or that she was lying.

“Who I am... it’s complicated.” Selestiana’s gaze lifts, eyes meeting his as she leans forward. Palm presses to his cheek as she allows a small smile to appear. “Not that I don’t trust you, that will never be the issue. But... you may not see me the same way once you know. You are the first to see me for me. I don’t want that to change. I don’t want you to change. Not how you see me or the way you treat me. I guess I am also afraid that things won’t be the same. There are so many ways this could go wrong.”

[thecircusfreaks]

| @lunarxdaydream |

“Damien ... I’ve come to trust you a great deal over the last months, ever since that failed operation you’re one of the few outsiders I do still trust. Which is why, as your ally, I will tell you this ... “ Greyson spoke as he picked up the chess piece of the king. “Something is changing, the game is changing. The office in which we’ve worked along side each other ... someone is trying to blame me and my crew. For that reason, you’d be wise to get out of there as well.” Greyson would place the chess piece down before tipping it over. “What will you do?” 

[traundrath]

( @lunarxdaydream​ ) submitted:

Adrenaline numbs the uncertainty of his approach when it came to Selestiana. Beneath the sea of cheers and lights, Greyson is emboldened to continue. His arms catch her, all too willing to pull the beauty to his chest. So many thoughts run through his mind. How excited he was to see her. How sorry he is to have lied. What does she think? When did she decide to come? Who was she accompanied with? The words are stuck on the tip of his tongue, but nothing escapes. All he can manage is a single breath before gravity shifts. Soft lips crash against him. Collective gasps and cheers mixing but he barely has the mind to think of anything but the woman in front of him.

The softness of her mouth. The sweet fragrance of her perfume.

The strength in those arms, holding him just moments before his own desire responds. Whistling even join the crowd along with a smart remark from James — but like hell he understood it. Arms wind around her waist, fingers digging into her waist as all restraint is lost. He presses into her, cradling her as her frame is angled as though ready to dip.

“Hey, lover boy hurry it up!” Alastair shouts, his microphone readjusted as James reaches the edge with extended hand. If not for the need to breathe, Greyson would have happily drowned himself in Selestiana. Buried his nose into her neck as he rained kisses on that beautiful skin. “… I … I have to go …”

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Every around them goes ignored, for the sake of savoring her first kiss with Greyson. Her first kiss at all. How long she’d wanted to do this, to try it. With him. How many times had she wondered what it would feel like? It didn’t now, for it was nothing like she could have ever imagined. But it felt far too short, breath stolen as tries to reclaim it once they part, eyes wide while flushing cheeks turn vivid red and the warmth continued to spread. It was hard to believe she had just done that and yet... as she gazed up at him, she knew.

The words finally brought her back to Earth, blinking as she turned her gaze briefly to the one who spoke. Then over the crowd watching them and it felt as if finally the reality of what had just happened hit her, features glowing even brighter as the blood continued rush to her face.

“Y-yes... of course.” Eyes raise towards him once more, a sheepish smile curling at the edges of her lips. “Will you find me? After?”

[traundrath]

( @lunarxdaydream​ ) asked:  ‘fly on the wall’ (Greyson)

Send “fly on the wall” to see a conversation from my muse about yours

“Now that that’s taken care of... what is going on with you and this guy you’ve been speaking with, Selestiana?” Sebastian questions, seafoam irises flickering towards his sister.

“Wh-what do you mean?” Fair features flush at the sudden change in subject, hands shifting to rest in her lap.

“Don’t play coy, darling. You know exactly what he means.” A teasing smirk grew on Juliet’s features, leaning in toward Selestiana. “Come now, you’ve had so much more energy since you’ve met him. And there is always this little smile on your face too.”

“Really?” Sebastian twists, moving to stare directly at Juliet for confirmation. He could remember when he first realized he had feelings for Bella, how every thought seemed to find a way back to her. How all he wanted to rush back to land to see her. The way he’d smile just thinking of her... “Wait, Selestiana, you care about him, do you?”

“Well... I mean, yes.” Seafoam irises widen at the confirmation but before he could respond, Selestiana continues. “He’s just so kind... and sweet. I never would have imagined that a man like him could be on land. He has the morals of Atlantis without being raised there, Sebastian. He has been nothing but wonderful to me. Greyson is, more than anything else, a good man. And yes, I like him.” Her voice grew stronger the more she spoke, smile gracing painted lips. “As more than a friend.”

Sebastian shifts closer, taking his sisters hands in his. “Is this man truly who you want to see? I mean truly, Selestiana. Remember who you will become, would he be worthy of becoming king should things go that far?”

“I don’t know, Sebastian. While I would like to say yes, especially considering how he’s been thus far, I can’t say for sure. It’s still all so new to me. Give me time, please. And do give him a break, I’d like to see more of him and that means I’d like the two of you to have a decent relationship as well.”

He stares at her for a moment before a sigh falls from his lips and he releases her hands. “Alright, I will give him the benefit of the doubt. For your sake, dear sister.”

“Good,” a grin spreads, reaching forward to pull her brother in for an embrace. “That’s wonderful! How about I set up another meet between all of us. You can bring Bella, too, of course.”

“I look forward to it.”

[cxrsedsouls]

( @lunarxdaydream​ ) asked:  “N-Nice on me?” Hand reached to scratch the back of his neck; nervous chuckle soon to follow. While it was a compliment, he couldn’t say it was something he enjoyed to hear. Him, pulling off this look? A maid of all things?! “… hate to break it to you but … uh … it’s not really my thing.” What he wouldn’t give to just have his gym bag close. Why, of all days, did he have to forget it?! “We had a little issue back during practice and … umm … well — this was all they had to wear while our clothes is in the laundry.” (Greyson)

Maid Fever!

Head tilts as she watched the other with a curious gaze, trying to understand what he meant. Delicate fingers grasp at her chin in thought for a moment before soft feature alight with an idea. “Well, I may not really know what you’re “thing” is, but where I am staying isn’t far from here. Would you like to come with me, I don’t have anything for you to wear but perhaps one of the hotel robes would be better and we can see about getting something else for you to wear instead somehow?”

[traundrath]

( Anon ) asked:

Selestiana, would you mind if Greyson walked around in just his sweatpants and no shirt when you visited?

NSFW Anon Hour // @lunarxdaydream​

“N-n-no sh-shirt?” Painted lips barely manage to sputter out a reply, face burning as an image replays within her head. That time... it had only been an accident and even then, nothing more than a glimpse and yet... Soft cheeks only grow brighter at the memory, delicate hands raising to cup the warming flesh as she bashfully shakes her head. “N-no... I wouldn’t... mind, per se. I m-mean... he is a grown man, he can do w-whatever he wishes.” Though, would she even be able to actually think if he were to do so around her? Not likely.

[cxrsedsouls]

( @lunarxdaydream​ ) asked: “… her bunny suit …” (Greyson about Selestiana // excuse him but he can’t forget it)

Tell my muse what their most attractive trait is // Still Accepting

“You liked that?” Head tilts as violet eyes curiously gaze over at Greyson, though she couldn’t hide the softest of pinks that began to dust her cheeks. “I... could wear it again for you, if you’d like?” The princess was still learning so much when it came to being on land, this being just one of those things that she didn’t truly really what she was offering.

[cxrsedsouls]

( @lunarxdaydream​​ ) asked: “It’s what’s-your-face!” (Greyson)

Send for a reaction // Still Accepting drunk - send me “It’s what’s-your-face!”

Vivid irises land on the familiar form of her friend, features growing in excitement as heels clicked softly against the ground in an attempt to get to him quickly. The smile that had stretched across painted lips, however, fell as she drew closer, noting the glassy gaze and lopsided grin on his lips. An odd look... at least she’d never seen him make that face before.

Was he... swaying?

Her approach slowed until she was directly in front of his seat, head tilting as pink locks shift to cascade over her shoulder. “Greyson? Are you alright?” Fair features pinch together in worry, leaning in a bit closer and once the scent of alcohol reached her nose, a soft gasp escaped.

“Oh my, are you intoxicated?” Purple hues slide over his frame, even sitting down it seemed as if he were having trouble sitting still. Would he be able to walk in such a condition? Surely not, but would he end up ill too? So much to consider and she wasn’t quite sure how she could help but of course, she had no intention of leaving him here by himself like this.

[cxrsedsouls]

( @lunarxdaydream​ ) asked: Greyson 6′0

SEND ME YOUR MUSE’S HEIGHT, AND I’LL COMPARE IT TO MY OWN’S! // Accepting

“I knew he was tall, I just hadn’t realized he was that tall.”

Selestiana: 5′6

[cxrsedsouls]

( @lunarxdaydream ) submitted:

Jealous Greyson

There are a multitude of mistakes he could run over that were made. Leaving her alone outside as he went in. Assuming no one was going to bother her. The list could go on if he focused on it. Naturally a man was talking to her. How could he not when her odd colored hair stood out against the scenery of orange and browns of dying autumn? Faced with such large doe eyes, shining with awe over each new decoration set up for the coming Christmas season, any man would have stopped to chat her up.

Plastic cups are carefully held as he slipped out the door of the busy café. His strides calm despite the urge to rush over. His curiosity too strong. What was he telling her? Was he inviting her out? – Ah but it wasn’t any of his business. In the end, she was only here to visit her brother. Or at least that is what he seemed to gather from the unexpected encounter with the younger man and his girlfriend.

Who was he to stop her from finding someone else to show her around? After all, he still had work to do. Practices to attend to. Rehearsals to complete before their upcoming show. Heck, this stranger might just be doing him a favor –

‘He might be a creep though.’

Greyson knows it is another excuse. A reason to justify his interruption as he stepped close. A hand carefully reaching to set the warm cup into her grasp as a smile graced his complexion. “Sorry about that. Looks like we’re not the only ones with the same idea here.”

Honestly, he must be one of the worst around. The stranger might be getting the wrong idea here. Greyson might even be ruining a good opportunity for Selestiana to meet someone that might catch her interest.

‘Let him assume.’

“Hey, did you still want to go see the art museum? I think it’s about two blocks away.” For now, he wasn’t entirely willing to give up his ‘responsibility’ of giving her a tour of the city just yet.

Jealous Muses

When you come from a place that had complete control over the weather that was experienced, even a slight chill was enough to throw one off. Though her sweater was thick, it wasn’t enough to fight off the chill of winter settling in the air as delicate hands slowly brushed against her sleeves in an attempt to warm her a bit. Once they began walking things would definitely feel warmer, that much she knew at least.

The approach of someone new had her head tilting as she listened, pink brows furrowing a bit in confusion. “Did you report it to the police?” Certainly they could help if something were stolen from him, right? But, what could he be reffering to when he said heart? Surely he couldn’t have meant his actual heart. He wouldn’t be alive right now if that were true. What an odd way to say something, so unfamiliar with the ways of humans that she couldn’t recognize a pickup line when one was used on her. Likely for the better though. 

Luckily for her, she didn’t have to stand there for too long attempting figure out what he was trying to say as purple irises meet his, fingers gently wrapping around the cup as a soft sigh slipped from her lips. A sip is taken from the drink, glee lighting up fair features as the taste hit her tongue. “This is wonderful!” 

She turned towards the man that had been standing there, a quick yet a bit awkward smile tossed in his direction. “This is really delicious, you should give it a try some time. But please excuse us, I am sorry for not being able to help you... I simply do not understand what you were speaking of.” A slight bow of her head is given before her attention is turned back towards Greyson. 

Then, the thought finally struck her. “Oh, perhaps you can help him. He said that his heart was stolen and that he would like to have another, but... other than the literal organ, I do not know what heart he could be speaking of. Surely it’s not that one, is this some sort of name for another object? Do you have one he can borrow?”

[cxrsedsouls]

( @lunarxdaydream​ ) asked:  Selestiana, would you be willing to tell Greyson the truth one day? What will you do when he begins to ask questions when he notices the guards around? What would you say if he asked you out on a day date?

Truth Serum! // Still Accepting

Teeth bite down gently upon painted lips. Such questions were hard to answer. “I don’t know. Maybe one day, if we’ve really gotten to know each other. As of right now, I don’t know if he would even believe such a thing and while I trust him around me, I can’t risk something as important as this with someone I haven’t known for long enough. There is always room for those that can be trusted to be know about us, but it takes time to know whether he may be one of them. I’d like him to be, I know I must come off as... strange, in ways. It would be easier to understand if he knew the truth. But only time will tell.”

A soft sigh, violet irises gazing off to the side. “I can try to give a reasonable explanation, it helps they now wear plain clothes. That’s something they rarely ever do back home unless they are off duty. But I do know there is a chance he may come to start recognizing certain faces. The guards can only be changed around so many times before they are repeated. While I do not like to lie, I have no choice but to do what I must if it is too soon.”

The last question though had confusion crossing her features. “I am aware of what a date is, but I have never of a day date. Is that the same thing as a date but during the day?” She couldn’t be certain, the humans had intriguing ways of referring to things. Ways that could be far too confusing for someone like her. 

[cxrsedsouls]

( @lunarxdaydream​ ) asked:  “Hmm? — oh yeah, that’d be nice and —“ But in a mere second his reverie comes to a screeching halt against her offer. Red bursts across his face, a hand practically smacking right against it. Oh god, why couldn’t he just answer like a normal person? “N-No. There’s no need to … uh … wear that…” Even he had a limit to his own weaknesses. (Greyson)

Post-Bunny suit! 

Confusion sets upon delicate features, head shifting as she measures the other with vivid eyes. “I... don’t understand. You said you liked it, yes?” Soft hands reach forward, attempt made to pull his hand away gently. “Greyson.... was there something wrong with the outfit? Did I... wear it wrong?” A spark of panic began to form within the princess. What if her wearing that was considered insensitive? Or even improper?

[cxrsedsouls]

( @lunarxdaydream​ ) asked: The space between his offer and her answer felt excruciating long. Not once had it occurred to him that she might have felt wary of him. Or how strange it was for a complete stranger to take her out – “O-Oh, great!” Oh the relief he felt the moment she finally spoke. Hands even wiped off the sweat that had gathered among them over the possible predicament he might have caused over a misunderstanding. And considering their previous encounter had resulted in her attire being ruined … well, might as well make it a day to remember. He is on the verge to ask her what she wanted to do. To at least fulfill one wish but instead, those innocent doe eyes still him. Her own inquiry catching the vocalist off guard and forcing him to consider. “… Hmm …”

The places were plenty indeed yet were they appropriate to take her? Somehow the thought of leading her to a bar didn’t seem … well, like the right thing to do. “There’s an ice cream shop I visit every Saturday. Hope you’re not against spoiling your appetite.” Greyson chuckles as he offers his arm, ready to begin their trek across the city. "Their chocolate hazel is out of this world." (Greyson-Selestiana)

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Eyes grow bright at the offer, what woman didn’t love sweets? “Ice cream? That sounds wonderful!” A bit of laughter rang out at the thought, they had ice cream back in Atlantis but she couldn’t help but wonder, was it the same? What sort of unique flavors did they have? “I’ve never had chocolate hazel before,” a finger taps lightly against her chin in thought. “Do they have strawberry? It’s been a long time since I’ve enjoyed such a sweet treat. Oh, I bet they have lots of toppings too, don’t they? How does one even begin to choose?” 

She turns her excited gaze back towards him, a hand automatically reaching out to lace through his arm. It was something she was used to, at least back home it was considered a normal thing. When escorting someone, an arm is always offered and she didn’t think twice about invading personal space. Especially not when she was already growing to enjoy being with him, even in the short amount of time they’ve spent together.

[cxrsedsouls]

( @lunarxdaydream​ ) asked:  Talk about the mother of all wardrobe malfunctions. Greyson could hardly even stomach the situation as he sat outside, pulling down the skirt of the maid costume to spare himself. “… could this get any worse?” Just as he sighed in defeat, a steak of pink caught his eye. And as if fate desired to make a mockery of him yet again, an innocent gaze meet his sight. Oh great … “H-Hey there …” Awkward wave is sent her way. His mind practically screaming — and frankly fearing the worst. If he stood up, who knows how fast he could hold down the skirt with this breeze going on. “I … I can explain this …” (Greyson-Selestiana // oh you know I had to jump in the fun)

Maid Fever!

The weather today was enough to have even someone as composed as Selestiana feeling a bit annoyed. Long pink locks continued to fly into her face, the long dress making it difficult to walk properly and almost feeling as if she’d end up like a parachute at any given moment. However, as soon as vivid purple eyes landed on a familiar figure, it was as if all tension melted from her frame. She was ready to greet him as usual, a bright smile crossing her lips but his words had brows furrowing in confusion. She glance over his attire, taking a moment to truly let it sink in before an even larger grin split across her face. “Oh, is this one of those new things I heard about? I think they call them... trends?” Her gaze raises once more to meet his as her head tilts. “It looks very nice on you, but very short, is this normal?”

[cxrsedsouls]

( @lunarxdaydream​ ) asked: Her sigh does not go unnoticed by the vocalist. Nor the tone as she described what must have been a monotonous routine. And yet with such dainty tone, she does not complain. As though it was something she had long accepted — but why? Was she the kind of person who needed to adhere to a schedule? To control the time she spent in certain activities?

“Well,” An idea crosses his mind. Brash at that but when faced with the opportunity, how could he ignore it? If today is her day to be spontaneous, why not join? Give her reason to do this more often. Let go entirely of control and enjoy things as they came along. “Considering you have no plans on a free day, what do you say to letting me show you around? Have a taste of freedom until you’re sick of it.” (Greyson)

Continued ask

She could recall the stories all throughout her youth. The stories of those that dwelled above the sea, of the mortals with lives that barely lasted a fraction in length compared to Atlantians. Their wild inventions, their myths and beliefs, so many stories that sounded like magic itself but also those not so bright. The ones that warned of the dangers that coming to land could bring. Of the humans who hurt for no reason other than the desire to. Those who took without care. Women harmed in such disturbing ways by the men of this world. So many different tales, it had been confusing back then. While at some point, she began to understand how deep the world of humans went, the varying things that could happen and why the stories seemed crazy.

Yet here she was, among the mortals and not a single harm done towards her other than what she had done herself. Standing with a man who could have easily been anyone, yet still it was clear that he had a kind heart. He didn’t have to offer to help her, not when she had fallen and certainly not now. Still he does though, as if this was completely normal. Then again, she didn’t exactly know what was normal for this world anyway. “I’d really like that,” a smile breaks through once more, excitement coursing beneath soft skin. “What is your favorite thing to do in this mor-... this city? I think that would be the perfect place to start, don’t you?”

[cxrsedsouls]

( @lunarxdaydream​  ) asked: Innocence of a bright-eyed child. Eager to understand. To learn and absorb all that is said. Or so it appeared as he watched, slightly humored by the anticipation across the woman’s features. “Think of me as a performer.” It was the most humbling explanation he could offer. After all, not that he expected her the type to abuse a situation but best to be safe. One never knew another’s intentions and after listening to the hammering lectures from their agent, such answers were second nature. “Y’know, have to respond to the crowd.” Their energy fed them. Indicated how far more to pursue or withhold to continue progressing through the competitive ladder. “— but what about yourself? I’m sure you must do something that makes you rethink how to run the daily routine.” (Greyson-Selestiana)

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Eyes alight in a mixture of curiosity and excitement, she simply couldn’t help herself. Another performer? She wondered if he was the same as Bella, oh she couldn’t even imagine how fun that must be, even just being able to see one. While Atlantis had it’s own performances, singers, actors in plays, she knew there had to be a difference here on land. Everything else was so unique, she wanted the chance to be able to see it all with her own eyes before having to remain in Atlantis. “That sounds like so much fun,” she replied softly, letting her eyes drift off with ideas of what that must be like. However, his question had pink brows furrowing in thought, not quite sure how to answer it without giving too much away. “Well, I guess that depends. In some ways, yes, what happens in my life strictly revolves around those surrounding me. My daily routine...”

The softest of sighs as she recalls her days, the same for far longer than she truly realized until this point. “Nothing has changed for me in a long time. I do not mind though, but this is the first time in a very long time that I have done something that wasn’t planned for me.”