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"I'm going to need a moment to process this."
General Sentence Starters || Accepting!
“Yyyeah. Same here,” Senja said a bit weakly.
It wasn't every day you ran into a… snake person, with fangs and tail and everything. He'd been so damn quiet that she hadn't even heard him… and she suspected he hadn't been expecting her to sprout wings and leave the ground for the top of a telephone pole.
There was a moment of silence, only broken by her talons digging into the weathered wood and the shuffle of fluffed-up wings.
“...Are we done processing? Can I come down? …Say the word and I'll forget I ever saw you.”
Backyard Flower Garden Questions // Snow-In-Summer: Would you rather have winter or summer? What are the benefits or reason to your preferred season over the other?
Backyard Flowers || Accepting!
"Summer, definitely! It's better weather for flying, you don't need all those layers just to go outside... and you can't do any real sunbathing in the winter. That's always better without the glass in the way."
RELATIONSHIP TYPES // 🌈 Developing friendship, 💗 Slow burn, 🕴 Partners in illegal activities? (Early days yet but...!)
Relationship Plotting || Accepting!
// Again, all of the above!~ They're still feeling eachother out, but there's definitely big potential for plenty of understanding between these two "monsters" (including the slowest of slow burns, I'm always game for a good slow burn! >:3) And for the partners in illegal activities, once she gets to know him a bit more/starts to like him, she'd be willing to provide backup or extra eyes if he needs them (and of course she'll be grateful for his help getting this or that that she needs to eat)!
𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚌. 𝚜𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚍𝚎𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚕 𝚊𝚜𝚔 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚎 // 9. does your muse usually carry around a bag/purse/backpack? or do they prefer to keep only what they can fit in their pockets? (and/or) 21. in a relationship, are they the ones stealing their partners’ clothing? or are they the ones having their clothes stolen? X3
misc ask details || Accepting!
“If it's gonna be a long day at work, I'll have a drawstring backpack with me that I can just hang up in the back. Nook, charger, headphones, umbrella, goggles, whatever I might need that day.”
She pursed her lips at the second question, but it didn't hide her sheepish smile.
“I might borrow this or that jacket, hoodie, whatever. Especially if it's big and warm.”
And smells nice, that's always a bonus.
“But they just have to ask and they get it back. I'm no clothes thief.”
As for the other way around... she'd never had a situation where he clothes were being borrowed.
'ʘ‿ʘ' // There's more to attraction than just looking physically appealing, although Copperhead wouldn't say Senja isn't unattractive in that area either. From what he's seen from afar, her very being shines as brightly as her voice, her personality as openly expressive and vibrant as a firework in the night sky. You could tell who thought too much of themselves just by watching them for a while but Senja was... different. Despite her penchant for taking to the air, she was as down to earth and humble as people got but wasn't afraid to stand tall when necessary. She was attractive inside and out, from what he had seen.
Send a 'ʘ‿ʘ' if your muse finds my muse attractive.
She's touched and her face is showing it... She's also trying not to be too fluttery hearing all this. Fortunately her wings and tail aren't currently visible so they can't make things worse.
He's filled it in... as best he can, and with just the slightest bit of embarrassment that he hands the list over. Good thing he wasn't exactly human either, but neither could he fly.
Type Bingo || Accepting!
"Feel like joining me for a few days in the Pine Barrens? Once it gets warmer, I mean."
Flying or not, that's still most of the board filled in.~
∆ TRACE ∆ , harpy X3
Hand in Hand || Accepting!
∆ TRACE ∆ - sender starts tracing the receiver’s hands in their own
The movie had been more or less background noise for the past few minutes, since she'd felt the idle clasp of hands become something more curious. It was a gentle gesture, not quite expected but not something she felt inclined to pull her hand away from. She felt his fingers tracing her own, and her eyes moved from the screen to their hands, taking the moment to watch them both.
His hands were a bit bigger, of course, and as always she couldn't help but admire the stark contrast, the dull black of her hands against the brilliant oranges and reds and golds of his. Both had scales, from the finer lay of his own to the broader gleam of the ones running up her fingers and forearms, and both had claws– even if Copperhead's were retracted at the moment, leaving the gentle roughness of more humanoid fingertips to trace the wicked curve of harpy talons.
After another moment, she shifted enough that they were more shoulder to shoulder, the softness of one wing moving to almost rest against his back (and her trying to dismiss the bit of heat that dared to rise in her face).
They said birds and reptiles weren't that far off in the evolutionary tree. That seemed to hold true even for the metahuman and the harpy.
👀 (Didn't realize you posted this...!)
Send 👀 to find out how much my muse would like to _____ yours. || Accepting!
Get to know: NEVER! | I'd rather not | Convince me! | Sure why not? | Yes please! | ALWAYS! Befriend: NEVER! | I'd rather not | Convince me! | Sure why not? | Yes please! | ALWAYS! Date: NEVER! | I'd rather not | Convince me! | Sure why not? | Yes please! | ALWAYS! Make love with: NEVER! | I'd rather not | Convince me! | Sure why not? | Yes please! | ALWAYS! Hook up with: NEVER! | I'd rather not | Convince me! | Sure why not? | Yes please! | ALWAYS! Protect: NEVER! | I'd rather not | Convince me! | Sure why not? | Yes please! | ALWAYS! Help: NEVER! | I'd rather not | Convince me! | Sure why not? | Yes please! | ALWAYS! Stop: NEVER! | I'd rather not | Convince me! | Sure why not? | Yes please! | ALWAYS! Kill: NEVER! | I'd rather not | Convince me! | Sure why not? | Yes please! | ALWAYS!
Senja likes him, she really does. Whatever their relationship can be described as, it's the first one she's had where she didn't have to tiptoe around what she is, or break things off or distance herself once things started feeling too intimate for fear of that rejection. That in itself is a little overwhelming, and she only hopes his patience doesn't wane as she tries to figure herself out in this regard.
SIMPLE SHIPPING MEME!! // ❓ for a mixture for all the above! It starts off platonic, two non-humans looking to find their place in the world and where to start than with each other? There's definitely attraction towards Senja on Copperhead's end what with her being who and what she is, but a certain entity might be rather... jealous of them getting too close, leading to some ANTAGONIZATION. :')
Simple Relationship Meme || Accepting!
All of this, yes!! The attraction is absolutely mutual! It’s easier to feel a bit more at ease around someone who’s not so dissimilar to you, and that goes both ways. She feels accepted for all that she is when it comes to him, which is super important to her. (The fact that they’re two apex predators who can challenge eachother like few others can is certainly a fun bonus).
And Nehebkau getting thrown into the mix like a jealous ex is gonna add some good sweet antagonism, especially since you said Copperhead doesn’t even know he has this guy in his head! At the very least, Sen knows Copperhead wouldn’t lay a harmful hand on her, so she can confidently say that that isn’t him when Nehebkau takes over… but that doesn’t change the fact that neither of them know exactly WHAT happens (yet, at least).
"Let's get you cleaned up." Copperhead said quietly. He's sat himself down next to Senja, with warm water and a washcloth to cleanse her face and hands.
Blood! || Accepting!
It had taken longer than preferable (and Copperhead's seemingly endless patience) for Senja to let him close enough to take her hand and gently lead her to safety. One could argue that it had been self defense, self preservation instinct kicked into high gear, but the end result had been the same: a man's throat gashed to ribbons under her talons, and her dripping with blood and frozen in terror as what she'd done slowly sunk in.
That was almost half an hour ago, long enough for the blood to start to dry in places and flake from her face and hands. She'd been in a numb sort of daze, like she wasn't seeing much of what was in front of her, only briefly squinting against the brightness of the bathroom. But the warmth of the damp cloth across her cheek almost seemed to snap her out of it, and her quivering hands closed around each other as she bit her lip, as the rest of her started to shake.
She'd… actually, finally done that. She'd killed someone. Don't be the monster they say you are. Any hunters who heard the news would have free reign to do what they wanted. Don't be the monster they say you are. They'd find her. She'd be hunted and slaughtered like a rabid beast needing to be put down. Like a monster. Like the monster her uncle always said she was.
The sudden warmth and pressure of a hand on hers, of another on her shoulder, pulled her from the spiral of thoughts, leaving her with ringing in her ears as her focus sharpened on Copperhead's face. She'd missed what he had said, even as he said it again, but all the same she leaned forward to rest her head against his. She wasn’t alone. She wasn't alone here, he wasn't going to abandon her to the consequences of all this. Things may not be all right for her for a little while… but him being there with her made it seem like there would still be some light to find.
The sound of somebody choking on their own blood is rarely pleasant. Fortunately for his victim, Copperhead can at least make it quick, his brutal claws tearing into their jugular so that shock is imminent once blood starts spraying. It's not his preferred modus operandi, to be so heavy-handed in his deeds but after last night he knew that time was of the essence to start laying a false trail of his own. A trail of warm blood, gore and ichor.
[ nurse ] His touch is gentle as he tends to Senja, making sure her covers are snug but not uncomfortably tight. Damp flannel is placed on her forehead to bring down her temperature - olive oil had found its way to her somehow, an everyday ingredient found in many dishes and harmless to most but proving itself as a harpy's bane. Copperhead wants to know who did this to her, but his primary concern is making sure he's going to be alright first and afterwards, when she's in the clear, whoever was responsible could expect a 'visit' soon.
Injury / Hurt Prompts || Accepting!
At the touch of cool cloth across her forehead, Senja shivered lightly and mumbled softly as her head listed towards his hand. Despite the uncharacteristically pale tone of her skin, she was still breathing, as she had been for the past several hours. The barbed dart she'd wrenched out of her side sat safely out of reach on the dresser, the metal end smeared with blood and lingering oil.
Most brands of olive oil were blended with other types of oils, to cut down on production costs. Still dangerous to a harpy, but not quite as potent as pure oil in the more expensive brands one could find in higher end stores. Senja could tell from the burning sensation that she was unlucky, that what was on the dart– and now in her blood– was the latter.
Comparatively it was a trace amount, but even that was enough to cancel out her magic, leave blisters at the injection site, and essentially leave her poisoned. All things considered… it could have been worse. She'd feel weak for a while, but she'd recover under Copperhead's watch.
Whoever's scent lingered on the dart was going to answer for this… she could rest and recover knowing that much.
Two truths and a lie? Copperhead hummed thoughtfully; normally he was very tight-lipped about anything regarding personal information but when it came to Senja he trusted her completely. Besides, he only had to tell two truths and it would be fun seeing her guess which one it was. "I have a snake that hasn't officially been discovered yet, I've never killed anybody with a gun and my favourite fruit is cantaloupe."
two truths and a lie
Senja let her eyes wander over the many well-kept enclosures around the assassin’s apartment as she thought. She’d never had much experience with snakes before meeting him, and even now she couldn’t remember all the types of reptiles he kept. It was perfectly reasonable that maybe he’d rescued a new species from a lab. Weapons… she’d never seen a gun anywhere. That didn’t mean he’d never snatched one up and used it against someone. But even then… it didn’t seem like his style. Talons drummed gently on her arm.
“I could’ve sworn your favorite fruit was something else, so I’m going with that one being the lie.”
“You must be freezing - here, take my poncho.” Copperhead says, starting to slip the aforementioned article of clothing off. Although spring is well underway, there's still a nip in the air when that sun starts dropping. The poncho is well-worn but starting to look a little shabby, the once colourful fabric and fibres greatly softened after years of use.
I'll keep you safe || Accepting!
Freezing was a little bit of an overstatement. It was cool, yes, but she grew up in Canada. The springtime chill of the northern States wasn't as uncomfortable as it might be to, say, someone cold blooded like him.
But as he passed the poncho to her, she noted (not for the first time) just how worn it looked. There were threadbare patches, the edges could use some work… it was clearly very well loved, and it carried the softness of a well worn article of clothing. Making a decision on something barely took a second of thought, and she slipped the poncho over her head with a thank you. Still, she wasted no time sharing her warmth with him until they parted ways.
—--‐—--‐—
“Forgetting” to give his poncho back at the end of the night was no accident. From the moment she stepped into her apartment, she was carefully pulling it off and heading for the sewing kit sitting by her desk. Time was spent pulling out spools of thread, matching colors, checking the integrity of the edges and seams of the garment, seeing what all needed to happen to instill many more years of life in it. She didn't know whether it was sentimental or just a favorite, and in the end that didn't matter. What did matter was that it was clearly important to him, and she was going to make it shine again.
With her own eyes bright with determination, she got to work, patching the edges and shoulders, reinforcing the seams, matching the colors of thread with the poncho so the work itself should hardly be visible. What would be visible was a restored article of clothing… Hopefully one to Copperhead's liking.
✪✪✪✪✪✪✪✪✪✪ Yes... he went all the way with that one.
Send my muse some stars || Accepting!
☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆ - marry me
Was she blushing like mad? Yes.
Was her smile the biggest in the world? Also yes.
To say he made her happy was an understatement, and it would seem the feeling was mutual... which only made her heart flutter harder.
Standing on the couch so it wouldn't drag on the floor, Senja held the colorful poncho up by the shoulders, sharp eyes scanning for the last time for anything she might've missed. It was looking much better, and still carried the same softness in the fabric. As far as she could tell, there wasn't a thread out of place. Not bad for a few days of repairs.
Was she allowed to feel some pride in how it turned out? …Yes, she decided as she carefully folded it up and slipped it into a bag. She'd give it back to Copperhead next time they met. (Pride in her work didn't stop the feelings of anxiousness, of course. She hoped he would like it.)
[Object] Extending cupped hands, Copperhead offers them out slowly and uncurls his fingers to reveal... "A baby ball python. I just picked him up earlier today, after... you know." He shrugs offhandedly. He still doesn't like talking about what he does, what he must do to ensure he stays in control but occasionally there are spots of sunlight in the dark deeds he commits and he could not leave this little one behind to rot slowly alongside his former owner. Dark little eyes peer curiously up at Senja, puppyish face emitting a slender forked tongue as it peeks out of the defensive 'ball' it's in.
Give my muse an item! || Accepting!
Senja watched his hands, recognizing the careful motions he used to handle his snakes. But as far as she knew, none of the ones he had were small enough to fit in his hands like this… unless–?
New snake! And a baby too?
She could understand the inference on where he found the little one; he didn't need to explain to her if he wasn't comfortable doing so, and she would never force him to. So she focused on the snake in his hands, a splash of pale yellow and lavender-gray against the metahuman's autumn-colored scales.
She tentatively held out her hands in a similar fashion, and the snake was oh so carefully deposited into her cupped palms. After a long moment of further sniffing, he slowly relaxed, letting the ball of himself unravel into the warmth of her hands.
“You are adorable,” she chirped softly, her eyes practically sparkling. “And beautiful! I didn't know snakes came in colors like this.”
“Why didn’t you tell me you were molting?”
Feathery Wings starters || Accepting!
Senja ruffled her wings for a few seconds, the hard motion shaking loose another few old white and blue feathers. She pursed her lips and gave a little shrug before crouching to pick them up.
“It just… didn't occur to me to mention it,” she said, turning one to watch the gleams of dull iridescence. “I usually take care of it on my own.”
Didn't occur to mention it, didn't occur to ask for help.
what icon? // ❤️ for my favourite icon of my muse?
What Icon? || Accepting!
These two, one for each face claim! Surprise and smiles!