What Personality Trait/type Does Your Muse Find Most Attractive?

What personality trait/type does your muse find most attractive?

What is your muse most likely to notice first about a potential partner? 

(All!)

Kaleh'a: "Personality trait..." His left ear flicks as he thinks, eyes going distant as he tilts his head, and finally says, "Kindness. I always try to be as kind as I can be to those around me, and to find someone else like that is always the start of a kindred friendship. Now, what do I notice first about a partner?" He grins and leans in, dropping his voice to a whisper. "Two things, eyes and voice. These ears aren't just for show! I often recognize someone by their voice over appearance. And the eyes aren't called 'windows to the soul' for no reason! Danger, love, anger, sadness, they all lay just behind those little windows." He leans back and chuckles. "It helps with reading people too!"

Bryn: "Trustworthiness." It's a simple, one word answer, and he crosses his arms over his broad chest. "I'm not saying if you are trustworthy, I will look past other problems. But if you aren't trustworthy...it's an immediate deal breaker. Oh, and I notice a smile first. It sets the tone, tells you if they are faking or not, give you an idea if they are hiding something or not. Sometimes, it can be hard to tell but...I find it's a good indication more often than not. Plus, who doesn't want to love making a partner smile?"

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Sorry y'all, I was planning on working on replies today but had a small medical emergency. Dealing with it, hopefully everything will turn out fine, and I will get to replies soon.

Thank you for your understanding and patience.

[ flower hc meme @ bryn ] edelweiss, pansy & snapdragon

Edelweiss:

Bryn sits there for a long moment, unmoving beyond his eyes, which glow glazed and distant, as he thinks long, and hard. Battles and fields flick through his mind, a red moon falling, and even a Castrum prison, but none of those were times he felt...brave. No, one time stood out among all others.

"I had a secret. A big one," he rumbled out, his hands twisting together in his lap. "One that I guarded with my life. It had, and still might, saved me from hopeless situations. My bravest moment was releasing the hold on that secret, and showing someone it. Allowing them to see who I was fully, and trust they would not run. It was not brave, or courageous in the typical sense, but..." He smiled wanly, leaning back and running a hand through his hair. "I hope they still consider me brave because of it."

What he doesn't say is the fact that his name is well known and respected, that bravery dripped from his person as a soldier, but to him, that bravery was not true bravery. It was only revealing a piece of himself that took true bravery.

Pansy:

"Reflect? Oh, all the time."

His answer is honest, easy, a good bit of mirth in his gaze before he lifted a finger and pantomimed, "'A soldier who does not reflect and learn dies first.' Or so my old Captain used to say." He lowered his hand, and nodded once as if in agreement to his own words. "Every memory and action has a chance to learn within it, to better yourself and be more prepared, and I take the opportunities to reflect as often as I can. Especially the times when a mistake or misstep lead to a scar, or a lost comrade."

His gaze darkens for a moment, and he sighs heavily, before shaking his head to clear the darker thoughts. "Aye, I think often of what I could have done differently to save a life, if laying down my own might have brought about a better end, but even with those thoughts...I refuse to let them bind me and hold me back. Learn from them, yes, but they are not the sum of my whole. Even if they do shape who I am today."

Snapdragon:

"Mercy..." He leans forward, his hands held before his mouth, his eyes hard, calculating, dangerous, before he slowly growls out, "No."

There is no explanation, that mercy is for the weak, or that he seeks vengeance. All it is a very simple, deep seated belief that if someone is on the other side of his rifle or blade, they will get the pain they deserve, and to show mercy would end with himself, or someone he loved, dead.

voidtouched-blue--[Prior]

"I'm sure the Adders know. This won't be the first time they've been in a scuffle with these scum." She couldn't fight the curl of her lip in reference to the enemy that laid dead. "They'll be back to collect their dead. We should return soon, lest we want to add to the number of stains on the field." Cyra's eyes scanned the carnage once again. The blood would wash away with the next rain, and the bodies would soon be gone from the dirt and mud. All that would remain as evidence of the conflict would be the broken machinery left behind as graves. Time would heal the land, and she hoped it would heal the hearts of those who had lost. She took a few steps back towards their path towards the Hawthorne Hut, waiting for her companion to follow.

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She swatted at his hand, and Kaleh'a could only grin at her, pleased he had managed to get her to react, to actually try and initiate a touch, even if it was to get him to stop doing something, his eyes twinkling at her as he noticed she looked a little better. Not great, and she definitely glossed over his question without an answer, but she was recovering enough to try and swat him away, which was good enough for the archer until they made it back to safety. He could check in again then, and maybe she would answer that time.

Although, her scowl made his ears flick back again, half expecting a scolding, but instead he was offered and explanation, one that had the tip of his tail bristling with indignation at he affront he Garleans were causing. "What belongs to them!? Nothing here! They don't have a single claim over--!" He calmed himself, recognizing the anger in his blood, his mouth popping closed mid sentence, eyes slowly closing, and after a deep, quick breath, he let it out through his nose and turned to Cyra fully, nodding to her in agreement. "They definitely do not belong."

His attention though was brought back to her focus, his head tilting as he eyed it, his interest in it evident as he hummed thoughtfully, nodding along with her explanation as he murmured half to himself, "A focus...I wonder if I put one on here..." His voice trailed off, but he was clearly thinking, brows furrowed, fingers tapping together as he thought through something, a blueprint of sorts, as his ears flicked at her words, hardly seeming concerned about loss of life or limb, only breaking from his stupor once she finished speaking, nodding worriedly, his gaze flicking about as his tail suddenly lifted from the dirt, hovering a bit higher off the ground now as if afraid it might set one of the unseen traps off. Anything but the tail!

She seemed to know a good deal about the traps though, and how to set them off, and as she spoke about he Adders, their knowledge of how they were placed or why they were there, her lip curling as Kaleh'a felt the same disgust in his chest, he couldn't help himself from asking as she turned away, ready to take her own advice of leaving the potentially dangerous area. "Cyra, how did you know about the traps? I was..." he fumbled the word with his cheeks reddening. "Well I was shocked, and frankly a bit scared, but you seemed to just...it was like you knew what they were before even looking."

He couldn't put it in words. And he wasn't trying to accuse her of anything. But she had reacted and acted so...sure, like she knew the danger, had expected it, or perhaps had seen it before. Any of the above only made his curiosity of the blue Miqo'te grow, to wonder how she knew about Garlean tech as he caught up and walked side by side back towards Hawthorne Hut, his blue eyes flicking to hers as he waited for an answer, silently wondering if he would even get one.