just rp it.

[musedactyl]

how to play.
1.  Drop a comment with one or more of your muses.  It can be empty if you want me to make a scenario, or you can toss one at me.  If you want to just give me a prompt (a word, song, lyric, picture, phrase, anything), I can riff off that too.
2.  In the subject line, you can specify any of my muses you might want to play with, or you can ask me to pick someone.  No muses are off-limits except for those that have no icon uploaded on the list.  If you leave it to me, it is likely that I will give you someone I haven't tried yet, haven't tried much, or haven't played in a long while.
3.  just rp with me.  if something jives really well, maybe we can continue it in another one of these later, sort of like a super casual verse.  if it doesn't, it doesn't.

Comments

[ex_charmer805]

[ Morgause has crossed the Summer Sea to be here, and she is clad in mail as boldly as any knight, her long blonde hair woven with sorcery-cut jewels of her Valyrian ancestors, her visage as cruel and noble as those busts of Aegon Targaryen. She has spent a long time isolated, learning letters and stone-shaping, history and dragon-taming, magic and religion and manipulation, and now she stands before Petyr Baelish as he works at his desk and does not bow or curtsey. ]

I see you in my fires, ser, and I see you in my crystals.

[ Her voice is sweet and lilting, not quite accented, though there's something of the Summer Isles to it despite her pale skin. ]

Whenever I seek to see my destiny in the Seven Kingdoms, it is you I see, with your gold and your whores and your smile.

[masterofcoin]

[ he's acutely aware of her lack of pleasantries, and there's a certain degree of skepticism mixed with the piqued curiosity in the lift of his brows as he looks up at her. ]

How very strange, indeed. I usually labor to keep both my gold and my whores out of anyone's fire.