#muse: hari

[virtueofsanityx]

hari can feel the building nerves, getting worse and worse the more they walk. already, her mind is going a mile a minute, wondering the best way to make a good impression, the best way to stop anyone from percieving her at all, the best way to perhaps run and hide in some corner of this dingy cave so she doesn't have to worry about the people at this camp not liking her and kicking her out anyway. she isn't exactly useful in this world. she can't really say she was useful in the one before it. she has skills that are... occasionally helpful. useful for one off things and nothing else.

she's already considering herself a burden, a waste of resources that are limited to begin with.

when rhy's stops to rinse his hands and clean off his face, she tugs her hands a little deeper into her sleeves and wraps her arms around herself. eyes connect with the drawings and scribblings on the wall, and for a moment she smiles, because they are cute drawings, some of them have quite a bit of potential, and she wonders if the kids around here have the material to actually do a lot of art. if she can find them, maybe she can teach a creative outlet.

but then, what good is that if a bunch of rotters show up and start attacking?

her smile is nervous as she nods at them, and moves a little hesitantly through the narrow passage, stopping once she's out of it to take in a gulp of fresh air, eyes wandering around and already nervous about what happens next. but the place is more beautiful than the industrial wasteland she's used to. "wow. this is... i dunno what i was expecting, but this place is nicer than that."

At first, he doesn't notice she's stopped behind him. Doesn't even slow down to make sure she's still following. After a few moments, though, he frowns to himself and turns around, realizing she's still straggling behind. Teeth tear nervously at the inside of his bottom lip as he backtracks a short ways as she runs to catch up. The flicker of a half-smile brightens his features a little as he nods for her to continue on.

She speaks and he watches, though the dim light makes it a little difficult to understand. Still, he manages to squint down at her lips, holding the torch up enough to see her better. A knowing nod of his head when she mentions video games, his gaze returning to the ground, the path ahead.

"Mmm..." He has to think for a moment, stopping to look back the way they'd come and then further down into the crevasse. They flash a smile, eyes squinting against their cheeks with the warmth of it. "We're almost there."

Actually, they were much closer than she might even realize. In fact, it's less than a few minutes later that the faint glimmer of light from the sunset outside can be seen staining the wall of the damp cave. The faintest sound of running water can be heard as well, a signal to the exit where their camp was located. As they approach, they can spot a small carving in the cave wall made as a seat, the faintest trickle of a baby waterfall pouring from the rock--a source of water and comfort for those who made the long journey here. There's a symbol spray-painted above the crevice exiting the cave, a few child's drawings lower down the wall saying things like 'davy wus her' and 'poop (:' or other random silly doodles--child graffiti, really.

He pauses by the waterfall to clean off his face, his hands, take a few tentative sips, the torch left on the wall beside.

"It's just through there," he says finally, gesturing to the narrow passage out of the cave.

[nightlightbrothel]

Mata Hari was the latest addition to the brothel's roster. She hadn't fully decided whether she wanted to make this a long-term career, but the Nightlight had a strong reputation for treating its employees well. Surely, Mata Hari could earn a decent wage here with her natural talents while contemplating how else she wished to spend her second life...

It wasn't long before she got her first customer. The whore sat on the bed in her dancer uniform, waiting for her client's arrival. Hopefully it wouldn't be a crude drunkard, but she'd settle for whatever she could get...

@the-blackbird-roleplays

[virtueofsanityx]

@pcpulr sent [ swipe ] sender notices a smudge of something on receiver's face and gently wipes it off || jesse and hari

it's so odd the way a friendship can form. from rocks at the window to hanging out because it's fun, hari hadn't been expecting jesse before he walked into her life. and she certainly never expects the little things he does that makes her heart stutter like an idiot. she blinks, and the smile that happens is almost involuntary. "thanks. i always get charcol on my face when i work with it."

[virtueofsanityx]

there's a stab in her chest that she doesn't quite understand. it should be a relief to hear, right? that she isn't on the list of victims, that her fate isn't sealed, but there's something about it that... hurts? she isn't interesting enough to make a character out of. she can't worry about that now, but she can feel the way her expression falls at hearing it none the less. "oh. well... good." she's quick to clear her throat and reaches up to brush hair away from her face, just to give her hands something to do. "let's... let's go grab some, like, pepper spray and stuff and get to the game. maybe we can catch him and warn him before anything crazy happens, yeah?"

"we have to go to the game." cain repeats her words knowing she's right and that it's the most logical next step. he just hates that they have to. "fuck." he mutters under his breath. "i didn't even think about them blaming me but i guess..it would make sense to them,right?" cain gaze rises to meet hears only to drop to his shoes, dirty converse poorly laced. "you - - no. you're not in it." cain lies to the other. he needed to keep her calm right now.

[haunting-hari]

plotline: i suppose i will help

[no tws] [hari and a certain other character finally meeting in canon. enjoy :3 ]

6 PM. Hari was only walking through his usual clearing, from the pond back to where he stayed. He held Locket in his arms, content after hours of swimming.

So he was surprised when the froakie jumped out of his arms, going to an upper tree branch. He sighed as Locket bounced off, Hari following suit.

..

How long had she been here for? Maxie had finally found Jelly. That little rascal ditto. But now, where exactly was she? It wasn't familiar- and it certainly was far from Driftveil city.

She shrugged it off. Oh well, she had what was important to her. If she kept walking in one direction, she'd get out eventually.

Since it was winter, it got cold, and dark, fast. Cas, Maxie's morelull offered to light the way. Maxie sighed, worrying he would get cold, but let him stay on her head, if not just for a little.

She stopped when Cas' light suddenly got darker. Was he tired?

She picked him up- no, he had just turned around and got distracted. She noticed Cas staring at something. Maxie too, looked behind her.

She saw nothing, but heard something in the trees. She looked up.

Jelly squirmed and made some sort of a distressed noise right before someone came crashing into her.

Maxie quickly got up. Someone else here?

.

Hari shook his head, and got to his knees. He was looking straight up, not really looking in front of him. Oops.

But.. that was not a tree.

He dusted himself off, Locket jumping right down on top of him. He saw a girl, already off the dirt, cooing at her shaken up ditto she held in her arms.

..Another person? Here?

"I- oh arc. I apologize. I wasn't looking where I was..-" He began, only to be interrupted by a series of 'no's.

"Please, don't worry about it! I wasn't looking where I was going either. And I don't think either of us were expecting another person here, hah."

He sighed, catching his breath for a moment.

"Your froakie is adorable, by the way. Are you from Kalos?"

Hari breathed out a laugh. "No. I was born in Unova. I found this lil' guy as an egg in my room. Dunno where it came from, but I kept him, and here we are."

She smiled. "My name's Maxie."

He smiled back. "Hari."

Maxie brought Cas down from her head- who was still somewhat clinging on her hair after the fall. She chuckled, combed her hair back with her hand, and looked back up at Hari.

"You uh. You come here often?" she asked awkwardly, averting her eyes down to Cas and Jelly.

He chuckles. "Surprisingly enough, I do. I only really ever stay in the forest."

"Really? So that's why I haven't seen you! I am... not as familiar, ahah.."

Hari paused. "Are you lost?"

Maxie slowly nodded.

He scoffed a chuckle. "Where you headed home to?"

"Driftveil."

"Isn't that a port city?" He began to walk in what he knew was east towards a near city. "This is pretty far inland."

Maxie shrugged. "I walk around the region a lot."

"You walk?"

Maxie giggled at Hari's expression. "I walk fast,"

"Doesn't look it."

"Not on mountain terrain," she said, crossing her arms. Hari hadn't even noticed that both Jelly and Cas were resting ontop of her head.

"What's so funny?"

Hari blinked. Oh. He hadn't meant to laugh.

"Nothing. I just.. didn't think they'd just sit up there," He says, still giggling somewhat despite himself.

"Ah! That's their throne, of course," She laughs out, "Sometimes all three will sit on there."

"Three?"

"I have a sobble, Miiko. She'd be cold if she went out now, though."

Hari shrugged. Maxie slowed, walking more shoulder to shoulder rather than simply in front of him. She snorted.

"I suppose i'm not the only one who's a throne around here."

Hari sighed, and shook his head slightly. Sure enough, Locket hopped down into Hari's arms.

"I forget he does that sometimes," He laughs.

Maxie smiles, and Jelly slides down into her coat pocket. Cas jumps down to her shoulder. Nestling in her neck. She sighs happily, and returns them to their pokeball.

"Are you cold too?" He muses.

"Nah. I run hot. Most of everyone else I know doesn't."

"Hah. Opposite for me." The exact opposite, he thinks.

"You're cold?"

...

A pause.

"You are, aren't you? Can I get you-"

"Please, don't worry about it," he says, unknowingly mimicking Maxie's own words from when they ran into the other. " 'm always cold, anyways."

Maxie chews the inside of her cheek.

"May I?"

She holds a hand out.

Hari slowly nods as she takes it.

..

"If my hand's too cold, you can let go, y'know."

"Nah. I don't mind."

"...Why?"

"I don't mind whatever your hand may be. Hell, I hold Jelly's hand, and they're just goo. Doesn't matter how cold you are. I just thought your hand needed holding."

".."

"Did that sound weird? Yeah. Yeah that sounded kinda weird. Sorry. You can let go if you want to. I really hope you're not adverse to touch, like my brother is. I keep forgetting sometimes, but I'm getting better. Am I rambling? Could you stop me if this gets annoying?"

He squeezes her hand.

"Do you plan on coming back to this forest?"

She blinks. "What?"

"...If you had a reason to come back. Would you?"

"I don't need reason to do anything, frankly."

He smiles. "But.. would you? Would you come back?"

"Probably. But hopefully it's not because Jelly gets lost again," She chuckles.

"Hopefully," He chuckles.

"I think I'd rather come back for you."

...

The door to her house clicked shut. Maxie's siblings- a brother and sister, ran up to her.

"Do you have Grape??"

The sister nudged the brother. "Full name is 'Grape Jelly.' But the last name goes first, like in Kanto."

"You only learned that from anime," The boy huffed.

Maxie laughed softly. "Alright, you two, alright. Yes, our friend Grape Jelly is a-okay! Sorry it took me a while. I got lost."

The younger girl crossed her arms. "I'm gonna give Jelly a talking to!"

Maxie laughed. "No, I think Jelly's had enough for one night," She sighs, "And besides. I have Jelly to thank for a new friend."

...

As he walked back to his house- it was 7PM by now. It would have been shorter, but apparently you walk slower while you talk.

Locket had long since fallen asleep on the way back.

..What felt so nostalgic?

..

Didn't matter.

He didn't think it would happen, but he finally found someone- in person, mind you- someone who wasn't... freaked out. Who, for starters, didn't even question why he lived in the creepy woods, or why their hands were as cold as ice- non metaphorically.

He'd found a ray of sunshine. And Arc, had he needed one.

...

..

.

What was he thinking of? What was this reminding him of?

..Wait...

“…why… why did you do that?”

“hm?”

“why are you… hugging me. you don’t know me.”

“I don’t,” she sighed into his shoulder, “but i don’t need to know you to understand.”

“…”

“I can only guess why you’re here, but all i know is that we both need someone right now.”

“……”

“..”

the girl felt the pale boy shake. “th…. thank you.”

she hugged him tighter.

[shadowyspectre]

closed starter for @inmiasma

"Wowie, come to check out little ole me?" The golden simian propped his hands behind his head. His tail flicked sharply, revealing the agitation that lurked just under the surface. Already, his foul mood was just going down the drain. All thanks to the lovely appearance of his visitor. Still, the king did his best to keep it locked away. He could totally be calm. He wouldn't fly off the handle. Wukong could be the true form of tranquility. As long as the other left.

"Honestly, I'm truly grateful but do you mind just...going away?" he made a shooing motion with his hand. "Like, ya know, go back to...whatever it is you do. That would make me so happy."

"You see, it could be a real blessing. Just the absolute best."

[cynicallyscorned]

" You couldn't get rid of me even if you tried. "

[virtueofsanityx]

it becomes a steady rhythm, the way her fingers move gently against his head, almost hypnotic, and she wonders what kind of girl he was dating, if she was blunt and didn't care who she hurt, but also couldn't just dump the poor guy to his face. of course, it's not her business, and not her problem, but she feels bad for the guy. she's been dumped over text before, over email, anythng but face to face. she gets that it sucks.

"it's all good. you saved me from a very long night of staring at my drawings and doing nothing with them, and this'll be a great story to tell people one day." fingers still against the side of his head for a moment, and she looks down at him. "which part? you getting drunk and throwing rocks at my window, or the venting? because you can come over after tonight, if you want. since you haven't killed me yet."

" am i ? i feel as though i have sobered up since then." it was a lie. the man was still drunk but not as drunk as before. it was only in a few hours that he would be sobering up and feel sick and would need a toilet later or to lie down after a night of drinking. hell a mega cheeseburger would have been absolutely nice at the moment. the feeling of her fingers into his hair, he had relaxed and mindlessly had leaned his head towards her; eyes closed. " you know, i feel like it would make that much sense with hannah but she's the opposite of that. she says whats on her mind doesn't matter who she hurts. i mean i know that sounds awful when i put it like that." jesse chuckled. maybe this breakup was for the best. she did always complain about him working a lot but he couldn't help his hours. it's what had happened when he's a firefighter. he opened his eyes to look at the stranger next to him. " thank you for letting me...vent, and welcoming me into your home. i can promise you this won't happen again."

[scumbag-the-hedgehog]

👑 + blitzo

SEND ME 👑 + A CHARACTER NAME OF A CHARACTER YOU THINK I SHOULD WRITE ! 

WOULD I: YES / MAYBE / NO

HAVE I EVER BEFORE: YES / NO 

Inferiority complex? Attention seeking behavior? Poor understanding of personal boundaries? Improbably charismatic despite all of this and his many other noxious traits? ...why, what makes you think I could write him?

ICON & WRITING SAMPLE:

"Wow, really? I don't understand why I even go to therapy when apparently I can get some random jackass to try and pick me apart for free. Well if this is how it's gonna be Doctor Freud, how about we skip to the part where you prescribe me cocaine?"

[livesforgttnaa]

@hrbngr asked: the reception after the wedding was… quiet. to say the least. music played, but there wasn’t much life going on… just as expected for the wedding day of the third and youngest madrigal triplet. bruno would say he was surprised, but… no, this was expected. it wasn’t exactly a secret that bruno had become the outcast of the family — and the valley to begin with. the little people that were here were more afraid of the consequences of not showing up. the other people there were here were — here for renata. his… now wife. he stares blankly at the glass of wine in front of him — only brought back when renata speaks to him, asking him to dance. ❝ no, no.. you know me. i’m not a dancer. ❞ he waves, sitting back in his seat. ❝ you go and.. ha-have fun. i’ll be here… ❞ though he wished he could just go to his room…

▬▬▬☆     Today was meant to be the happiest day of her life. Renata was getting married! It was a wonderful day, the wedding everything that she had ever dreamed. At the reception, Renata made the rounds to everyone who had shown up, welcoming && thanking them for being there. She didn't mind that Bruno wasn't there with her for greetings, she understood that he wasn't much for mingling.

                              As the night progressed, Renata periodically glanced toward her new husband, always sat in the same spot. That just wouldn't do anymore. Excusing herself from the conversation she was having, Renata approached Bruno, a hopeful smile on her face as she asked him for a dance. He hadn't danced all night -- maybe he could give her just one.

                              ❝ I know... I know && I don't mind it at all, my love. Just.. one dance? One dance && then we can leave. Spend the rest of the night together, just us. Everybody else can stay && enjoy the party. Please? ❞

                              She so hoped he would agree.

[virtueofsanityx]

@starlingisms liked this post for a random sentence starter with: hari

"no, it's okay. we don't have to talk about it. i misread the situation, that's not your fault."

[virtueofsanityx]

she started to question him, started to ask how he planned to make her do anything, but she didn't get a chance before her wine was taken and she was suddenly being swept into zeke's arms, body pulled backwards, and landing in his lap in a soft 'oof', with no chance of escape present as it seemed he was perfectly content to hold her there. she wondered if he could feel just how fast her heart was beating, just how hard, and if it was giving away just how much she actually really liked this, being in his arms, being in his lap.

she didn't even want to think about the looks that their friends were shooting them. she was already flustered and blushing quite enough without that.

"you're absolutely impossible and this is cheating." a shiver ran up her spine, tingling a little as his lips brushed close to her ear, and she worried that he would feel that too. god, as nice as it felt to be in his lap, she worried that it would put a flashing, neon sign above her head about how desperately into him she actually was. "you have to get your way, z." she leaned forward just enough to grab her glass of wine, downing it way too quickly to try and stem at least a little of the embarrassment she was feeling, before turning to shoot him a playful little glare. "let me know when you start to get too warm so i can get up. or if i get too heavy. seriously."

he expected hari to thank him and take the offered seat, but nothing was that easy with her, she did the opposite of what he expected. apparently, the look zeke gave her wasn't insistent enough. he fought the urge to mirror her and fold his own arms in return, but he was afraid she'd think he was mocking her. "that does not count," he quickly replied with another shake of his head. "you will sit or i will make you sit." they were definitely giving their friends a show, but he didn't care.

zeke hadn't moved an inch, he fully intended to give her the seat, but it looked like she had the same idea. "damn it, hari," he grunted. "you are testing me, i swear," he added and pinched the bridge of his nose. he took the wine glass from her and put it on the coffee table in front of the couch along with his own glass. with a quick swoop he wrapped his arm around her waist, turned her back towards him, pulled her flush against himself, and sat down on the couch taking hari down with him. "there," he said, his lips next to her ear, his arm still firmly around her in case she decided to jump up. "problem solved. now we're both sitting."

[haunting-hari]

can’t sleep! The Dread

[shadowyspectre]

"I'll have you know I can boot you off my mountain if I want to."

His tail flicked to the side. "I'm just choosing not to because I'm such a pacifist."

[virtueofsanityx]

hari doesn't get a bad vibe from this guy. she doesn't feel any kind of danger sense tingling. he's just a single dad, just a guy. and honestly, hari's pretty sure she could take him if it came down to it. but she also can't even imagine the kind of kindness he's offering her right now, because hari has lived in this city for a long time, long enough to know that most people aren't kind. even her own boughts of kindness are odd and offputting to people who're always assuming you're just trying to make a buck or take them for a ride. (figurative, not literal like the one he's offering).

her head shakes a little, teeth chewing down on her lips for a moment. "oh! no, it's... you're so fine, i miss the bus all the time, actually. notoriously bad time management skills. and i don't do the subway because being underground terrifys me, and even if i did get over that, the closest stop to my little walkup is, like... still a couple miles." her shoulders lift in a shrug, and honestly, the way her cheeks pink further are probably telling. she's embarrassed about where she lives, one of those small, dingy grey brick buildings, single apartments on every floor, certainly not a place to bring people, even just to see the outside.

"besides, little man has already had a rough day, you should get him home." though the kid has been just sitting quietly through this entire conversation, so it isn't much of an excuse, and besides... she glances down at the boots she wore, assuming she wouldn't be walking home in them. "i don't want to be a bother. surely i've already bothered you enough."

Although he can tell maybe he's overstepped, he's relieved when she pockets the cash. A small smile curls up the corners of his mouth and he nods, grateful to not have to continue that conversation. He wasn't great with conflict. The swear that slips past her lips widens his eyes a little, a glance shot to Judah, but the kid doesn't seem to be paying much attention. Now that he's back in the car seat, he's messing with some little wooden slider puzzle that Rhys had no idea was in the van this whole time. Huh.

They click their tongue, turning back to view her as she continues to speak, just soon enough to catch the part about hoofing it. Eyes inflate, brows knitting together as he quickly shakes his head. "Wait, what?" He pulls his hat up off of his head for a moment and trails his other hand through his hair.

"You-- I- I can't let you do- do that," he says quickly with a soft chuckle. "I mean...Not to be-- I'm- I'm not tryin'a be..weird or, um..." A glance shot toward the messy van. Briefly, he ducks his head inside to make sure there's room in the front seat. "I can- I can--" He clears his throat lightly. "I can clear off a seat for you." He points a thumb back at the vehicle as he meets her gaze again. "I mean, you- you- you shouldn't have to walk home..." Especially since now it felt like it was his fault she'd missed her ride.

Of course, getting Judah home was sort of priority, but he seemed calm now, so taking a small detour shouldn't be a problem. Besides, he would more than likely just fall asleep back there anyway, worn out from his little anxiety attack in the store. In theory, it should be fine.

[livesforgttnaa]

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