- Our muses are pen pals who finally meet up in real life.
- Our muses meet while they are both on vacation.
- Our muses run into each other on opposing sides on the battlefield, but are forced to stick together when they lose contact with their leaders.
- My/your muse is the last of their species, while my/your muse is tracking them down.
- Our muses are both jewel thieves who have set their sights on a large and valuable gem.
- Our muses are awkwardly seated together at a crowded cafe.
- Our muses have been having very strange dreams where they see and talk to each other. Out of nowhere, they spy each other in a public place.
- Our muses bump into each other at a small town festival/fair.
- My/Your muse rescues mine/your muse from a wild or house fire.
- My/your muse is feral and living in the wild, and stumbles upon your/my muse by coincidence.
- My/your muse has been an orphan all their lives, and your/my muse ends up adopting them.
- Our muses are the heirs to rival kingdoms, and must meet to attempt to settle their kingdom’s differences.
- Your/my muse finds my/your muse crying and upset after a bad breakup.
- Our muses stick together after a powerful natural disaster has laid their home to waste.
- My/your muse’s town has been throughly destroyed by raiders, and they are the only survivor a rescue team led by your/my muse can find.
- My/your muse attacks yours/mine out of sheer panic.
- Our muses are both taken as prisoners of war and are forced to share the same cell.
- Our muses meet at a concert for a famous musician/band.
- Our muses are seashell hunting on the beach and strike up a conversation while searching.
- My/your muse risks their life to save your/my muse from certain death.
- Our muses were set up for a blind date by a mutual friend.
- My/your muse is an abandoned child who has been raiding your/my muse’s trash cans for awhile now, until they are caught red-handed.
- My/your muse was shipwrecked and washed up on the shore by your/my muse’s tiny town or island.
- My/your muse ends up becoming your/my muse’s mentor.
☄️- My/your muse is an alien or angel who accidentally crash-landed in your/my muse’s backyard.
- My/your muse stumbles upon your/my muse sitting alone in a flower field.
⛑- My/your muse is a lone medic or Good Samaritan who saved your/my muse’s life when they were very close to death.
- Your/my muse stumbled upon my/your muse caught in a trap and are unable to free themselves.
- Our muses meet in a beauty parlor/spa/bath house.
- Your/my muse is conducting research on my/your muse, who is being held captive in a laboratory.
- My/your muse is a mermaid/man who took pity on and rescued your/my muse.
- Our muses find that they have incredible superpowers and team up with each other to either protect or destroy the world.

“Fireworks, Weiss. I found fireworks.” Yang shook the box excitedly to emphasize her point.

Weiss stared worriedly at her firebug of a friend. It wasn’t that she didn’t trust Yang. It was the fact that the last time Yang had fireworks, she had to smother a field with the brand-new jacket her mother had gotten her. She was lucky her mother never found out. “And you plan to set them off…?”

“Here!” Yang pulled a lighter from her jacket.

“Of course,” Weiss sighed. “Because that sounds perfectly safe.” Pointedly, she looked around. It was a small place. Grass came up in tufts, though it was mostly weeds. There was an old swing set and seesaw. Just behind them were woods. A creek ran between the two. “Doing this. In a public park.”

“No one comes here.” Yang waved her concern away. “Plus, there’s the creak in case of any emergencies.”

Weiss raised an eyebrow. Yang lifted a bucket. Before she could stop it, Weiss’ lip curved into a smile. As always, Yang had learned. Maybe not what Weiss would consider sane. It would have been easier to just not create the possible problem rather than dealing with the symptoms. But that was the difference between Yang and her. It was one she appreciated. There were so many fun things she had done since Yang befriended her. Things she never would’ve done. “Fine.”

Yang lit up like the fires she started. She whooped.

“Bucket first!” Weiss reminded her as Yang opened one.

“Right.” Yang finger gunned, before running to fill the bucket. “Making sure you’re paying attention!”

“Sure.” Weiss rolled her eyes.

The bucket had barely hit the ground before Yang shot back to the fireworks. There was a grin on her face as she lit off the first one. It spun into the air a short distance before popping off, bright colours starbursting from it. Weiss watched each one pop off in turn. About halfway through Yang’s stash, she heard a new voice give an awed ‘ooh’.

Weiss turned toward it at the same time Yang did. The next few seconds appeared in slow motion.

A new firework had been set off. It traveled over their heads. Toward the girl who’d walked up. The firework went off. Sparks flew. In seconds her brown hair was washed partly in orange.

“Shit!” Yang shouted. Weiss watched as realization slowly formed on the girl’s features, brown eyes going wide. She dropped her camera as she reached to pat it out. Suddenly, the fire was gone. Replaced by dripping wet hair. The girl’s chest heaved. Her hands were still by her ears. Stuck uselessly in the air.

“What the fuck?” The girl spoke breathlessly, with what had to be a british accent. Finally Weiss blinked out of her trance.

“I am so sorry,” Yang said worriedly.

“Are you okay?” Weiss asked at the same time.

The girl blinked, seemingly still in her own trance. A tendril of smoke snaked from her hair. “You set me on fire.” At first she looked at the ground. Then her eyes went to Yang. Weiss held her breath. Sure Yang was gonna be chewed out by a stranger. Then the girl let out a disbelieving laugh. It was something that crescendoed to border on the edge of ‘hysterical’ but miraculously never fell off.

Weiss exchanged a worried look with Yang. “Um…”

“I can’t believe-” the girl gasped, “I only thought my brother’d ever do tha-” Another wave of laughter struck. Weiss shared another look with Yang. Because clearlythere was something off with this girl. Maybe she was in shock. Or just crazy since there was no way a sane person would just laugh about something so dangerous happening to them. Except perhaps Yang, but Weiss has known Yang long enough that she’s stopped putting Yang in the ‘sane’ category.

“Are you okay?” Weiss asked once more.

“Great.” The girl gave up double thumbs ups. Suddenly Weiss felt like her and Yang would make a great match. They could be totally insane together.

The thought made Weiss shudder. Two of them. ‘There was nothing to fear but fear itself’. That was fear itself. She didn’t think she could ever prepare for the possibility of them dating if they managed to get any further words out of the girl. Which, okay, maybe the fear was unfounded. It wasn’t guaranteed on first contact that they’d date.

“You sure know how to light up someone’s life.” The girl smiled at Yang.

Dammit. Nevermind.

“What can I say,” Yang grinned back. Brothers, it was like her flirting was instinctual at this point. What had Blake ever seen in her? (Weiss knew what it was. It was exactly what everyone saw- a good friend, a smile that could put people at ease. Except Weiss had seen the twin of that smile throughout their friendship. She’d seen it just an hour ago, when Yang first ran up to her with the fireworks. That smile could put the fear of Oum into anybody. Or, she assumed it could. It definitely put it in her. Of course, she always ended up going along. Someonehad to make sure Yang didn’t end up hurt, afterall!

And… it was fun. What could she say, her friend was fun, sue her.)

“I’m just talented like that,” Yang finished with a wink.

(Fun and stupid.)

“Well, I probably should’ve asked earlier, but do you think I could continue takin’ pictures of your fireworks?” The girl reached down to pick her camera back up and held it with a smile. Yang flipped her lighter.

“Of course,” Yang said.

“Thanks, these are some pretty great shots,” the girl said.

Yang raised an eyebrow and Weiss knew what to expect to come out of her best friend’s mouth next. “I thought you said you were taking pictures of the fireworks, not me.”

“I was actually talking about the short one.” The girl gestured to Weiss with a teasing grin and she gasped in offense despite the heat at her cheeks. It was obviously a joke, but it didn’t make it any less rude. It wasn’t her fault both these girls were giants . (Seriously, Yang was tall . 6’2 tall. And this girl came up to Yang’s nose while she was stuck at chest level. Clearly, height was an unfair metric in life.) “Though if you’re offering to pose for me, I know a great coffeeshop. We could meet there another day and talk about it.”

“It’s a date,” Yang agreed.

“Good,” the girl said. “My name is Velvet, by the way. And what’s the name of my future girlfriend?”

“Future?” Yang repeated.

“If it goes well like I’m hoping. Didn’t you say it was a date?” Velvet asked, causing Yang’s cheeks to flame and Weiss is pretty sure she just saw the impossible. Someone had actually managed to outflirt Yang.

“Y-” Wow. That was an actualstutter from Yang Xiao Long. Yang swallowed. “Yang.”

“Yang,” Velvet repeated with a smile and clapped once. “Now, fireworks?”

Russel didn’t- 

Okay, no. That was a lie. Russel did care that he couldn’t see colour. It was completely that he wanted to meet his soulmate- though he did! He definitely did. But he knew the world was so full and he couldn’t help it, the world felt empty when it was only in shades of black and white and grey. All of them were named for colours. His parents, his friends, his brother, and he couldn’t see a single one. It saddened him sometimes. He wished he could look at a shirt and know for sure. He wanted to be able to look at the sky and be able to say it was blue and see and know that it was truly blue . Bright and brilliant and maybe even as soft as he imagined it would be.

The Vytal Tournament was fun and their spirits were so high when the team won the first round. It was a clutch and it was exhilarating. There were so many people here, too. Teams of students from other schools. People he’d never met before. Russel was a social butterfly, he couldn’t really deny it. He fluttered from student to student, wishing he could see the colours. See where their name came in. That one was named Mint- did they have pale, green eyes? Their name was Topaz- was their hair more orange or brown? It looked light, more grey than white. Almost silver. She introduced herself as Aurea- which part of her was golden? Her personality, or was that the true colour of her dark eyes, her dark hair? He said his name was Fuscia- was that the dark colour staining his nails as a reflection of his name? Did that mean he’d found his soulmate?

By the time Russel removed himself, put himself in a corner that was more quiet, his mind was swirled with colours he couldn’t even see. There were two new numbers in his scroll. Some part of him had to admit he’d hoped to find his soulmate in the crowd of the fairgrounds. It wasn’t terrible that he didn’t. He was glad to have made not just one, but two friends. But he still found himself staring up at the awning of the building next to him and wondering what that black translated into. He’d bet it was red. If he could, he would ask Cardin. But Cardin didn’t like crowds and he didn’t want his brother to worry. So he sat and he stared.

He had no clue how much time passed before someone else stepped over. Russel didn’t bother to look at them. Some part of him was tired right now. The part that cared about the colours. That was fascinated with the idea of what the world would look like. How bright it would be. And he closed his eyes, sure that looking over would mean nothing but more grey. More black. More white.

“Can I sit here?” The person asked and Russel nodded.

“Sure! The seat’s open.”

“Thank you,” the person said. Their voice was soft and it sounded tired like Russel was. Russel took a breath, because he could feel that feeling itch up his chest. The almost need to be a little more peppy than he felt. To be happy, so that the person around him could be happy too. There were so many people. He didn’t think he had the energy.

It was a hard instinct to fight.

“I’m Russel! He/him.” He said and he put pep in his voice that he knew would convince anyone that wasn’t Cardin, but he kept his eyes on the sky above. His mamma was blue. She’d described it before and he liked the way it sounded. Even without colour, his mamma’s hair looked bright and dark and beautiful. Sometimes he looked at it and wondered how the colour could ever really translate correctly. He wanted to know. Though there was a lot he wanted to know, that was definitely high on the list. The sky. His mamma and papai- Lazuli and Simin- blueandsilver. 

His soulmate was on that list too. There would so many colours. Which one would he embody?

“I’m Neptune. Also he/him,” the other boy, Neptune, said and Russel nodded wordlessly. The chair near him creaked when Neptune sat down. “There’s so many people here, I’m not quite sure how to keep up,” Neptune chuckled. It was nice sound. It made Russel smile.

“There are! It’s nice, though I think even I’m a little people’d-out,” Russel joked. Even a social butterfly had limits, Russel knew. Though he enjoyed the crowd and the noise and the people, there was a point where it became just a little too close to ‘too much’. A little too close to overwhelming. At least Russel felt he knew himself well enough to know where that limit was. It didn’t mean he always listened to it. But at least he knew.

“Oh,” Neptune made a worried noise. “I’m sorry, should I go? I can find another empty spot somewhe-”

“No!” Russel interrupted him, quick to reassure. He sat up so fast his head spun a little bit. Neptune stretched out to steady him. “Thanks,” Russel said. “No, you don’t have to m-” Their eyes met, and Russel stuttered. He lost track of his words as… As something bled into his vision. Eyes, bright and deep like how his papai described the ocean. There was a gasp, but Russel did not know who it came from. Too preoccupied with how full his world suddenly was. Bright and warm and dark and colourful. So fucking colourful. Russel smiled and his cheeks hurt because it was too wide but he couldn’t stop. The hands on his forearms that Neptune used to steady him tightened. For a long moment, Russel ignored them. He looked back up.

The awning was still dark, but it wasn’t grey. He thought it might be red. It looked vibrant, like red. The was more bright, more soft, than he’d imagined. So, so blue. There were more colours- things he had the words for but couldn’t quite connect. That was bright and warm, maybe orange. Leaves were normally green now and there was a tree there- that bowl matched the colour though it was darker. The tables were wooden and brown. A loud swallow brought his attention back and the tight grip filtered in. Was it bad that he hoped it left imprints in his skin? That there would be bruises- pin pricks of what he’d been told would be blue and purple in the flesh that he could now see properly. Tan.

Neptune had backed just the slightest bit away, but Russel could still see his eyes so clearly when he looked. The other boy flinched back further when their eyes met again but Russel couldn’t focus on that. Didn’t have the capacity to care about that at the moment, to reassure and talk. It felt like he’d been mute. They were definitely blue. When compared to the sky, they were a much darker blue, but they were blue. So very blue. If that really was the ocean, Russel thought he wanted to go to one immediately. Or as close to immediately as he could. The double rounds still had to be done. Maybe the singles after that. Until then, this was a good replacement. They were deep and Russel had been in deep water before and it felt like he could drown and be happy. He forced himself to look past them, to see skin just a touch paler than his, to see hair a lighter blue than Neptune’s eyes. There was black in his jacket, but the colour there that made up most of it looked like the awning, just lighter. More vibrant. The lenses of the googles in his hair looked darker, but they looked like the sun. Yellow. His hands reached up- or maybe they were already there- and he gripped Neptune’s arms in return and a laugh bubbled up in his chest till it exited his mouth. Till it filled the air with floating sound. There was so much blue and Russel could remember being a kid and thinking that would be his favourite colour as his papai described it. As he talked about seeing his mamma’s hair for the first time and the way it shone in the sun. How he wished that blue would be his first colour, too. And maybe his laugh turned a little hysterical. Maybe Neptune’s expression turned worried in response.

Russel, somehow, couldn’t find it in himself to care. Even as it occurred to him that he was probably crying. They were tears of joy, anyhow. So who really cared?

Apparently Neptune did. The words didn’t fully reach him. There was too much laughter, he couldn’t control it. But he tried to anyway. Because Neptune sounded concerned. Looked concerned. (That was the colour blue turned when it was tinted by concern- a little wider, a little darker.) Tried to choke it down until it simmered to just giggles, popping out every so often. “I’m sorry,” Russel managed to get out, half gasping for breath between words. Before he went to Beacon, he’d gotten his mamma to help him dye his hair. So that when he met his soulmate- he’d hoped, he wanted colours, he believed but he wasn’t sure it was enough. it was enough and he could barely believe it, could barely contain it- his hair would be more colourful than silver. She described the dyes to him as best she could. Together, they chose green. He wondered how it looked to Neptune.

“Are you okay? Is it too much?” Neptune asked. Sometimes, when people talked about getting their colours, they talked about how overwhelming it could be. When Cardin got his it’d given him a headache. Russel was too happy to be overwhelmed. His chest felt too warm, too big. The world was full. And he was giddy.

“Is my hair green?” Russel asked instead of answering. Neptune blinked at him and Russel repeated himself, a little clearer. There was so much noise in his voice that he couldn’t quite keep down.

“I… guess?” Neptune said. He looked around, found a tree close to where Russel had, and looked back at Russel. He squinted and the blue changed again, shadowed by the way Neptune’s head tilted down slightly. The other boy was taller and Russel hadn’t even noticed. “It’s lighter than the trees, but yeah, I would say that’s green.”

Russel smiled again- smiled more?– and a few more bubbles of giggles escaped. He breathed deep to try and control it. “That’s so cool,” Russel said, because he didn’t really know how else to put to words all the fullness that he was feeling, finally being able to see colour. Finally having one of his greatest wishes– a world that was vibrant, and bright, and full – being able to experience blue first, deep and beautiful– come true. Cardin had always been better with words than he had been, even though he spoke more than Cardin ever did.

“So you’re… okay?” Neptune asked and Russel nodded firmly, once, then twice, and then a third time just for good measure.

“I’m good. I’m really good. Thank you. Thank you so much,” Russel said. It felt like he might be crying again. The giggles bit back, his body released the overflow a different way. “ Thank you, ” Russel said again just to make sure Neptune really got it. The boy looked confused, and Russel didn’t think he did, and the only thing Russel knew to do about that was ramble. So he rambled. “I’ve wanted colours since I found out colours existed- The world’s always been so empty, I’ve been looking and waiting so long for colour. For you. You’re beautiful. You found me. You’ve given me my greatest dream. Thank you. Thank you so much. You gave me colours, thank you. ”

Neptune blinked and blinked and blinked. The grip on his arms softened and then tightened. “You’re… welcome.” His voice sounded breathless. He smiled, small and still a bit confused, but sincere.

“Thank you,” Russel repeated. “Thank you for colour.”

“You’re welcome,” Neptune repeated. “You’re welcome, you’re welcome, you’re welcome.”

Russel’s cheeks hurt again as he smiled. He didn’t look away from a blue as deep as the ocean for the rest of the day.

He couldn’t.

There was so much colour around him.

His world felt bright. It felt colourful and warm. Neptune let him wear his jacket. He gave him his hoodie in return- it was green, like the grass in the shadows. When he did, Neptune smiled at him and Neptune’s eyes brightened just a bit. Russel held Neptune’s hand and saw the black leather more than he felt it against his skin. He snuggled into the jacket- into warmthandred. His papai always described red as vibrant. If Russel had to describe it, he thinks he’d describe it as warm instead. The jacket’s zipper was hidden, but it was silver. But deep blue was his favourite. He watched as Neptune’s eyes changed in the sun and in the shadow and inside under the artificial lights. How they darkened once the sun went down.

His world felt bright, and vibrant, and it felt full. He was so thankful for Neptune.

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first meetings

@seulgirk

in typical haknyeon fashion, the young boy is running through the hallway of the building, going from one practice room to another, and then to the cafeteria for a quick snack. as he walks ( see: sprints ) back to the practice room, he bumps into an unsuspecting person, almost toppling over and dropping his sandwich, which he’s able to save, through mere strength ( a tight grip on his food )!

he rubs his head gently, scrunching his nose up before he quickly realizes the situation that he’s in. “i’m sorry!” he immediately apologizes, looking away from his food to see who he’d accidentally walked into. it’s a familiar face, but not exactly super familiar. “oh, hi noona!” he greets with a friendly smile. 

it’s seulgi –– a newer member of and*roma. he’s seen her around the building and the and*roma showcase, but the both of them have never quite actually gotten the chance to talk. he does remember sunmi telling him that it’d be nice if he could get closer to the newer members though, and if anything he’d love for that.

“are you alright? i hope i didn’t hurt you!” he says. “were you rushing off somewhere?”

Seulgi is still very much new to the halls of Nova, not mapping out the hallways in her mind that well as of yet, but probably the thing she hasn’t gotten used to the most is how little noise she could hear in the hallway, even that of someone running through the hallways, not allowing her any leeway to not crash right into said person.

“Ow…” it hadn’t actually hurt badly, just one of those utterances that happen when something that probably should hurt doesn’t.  “Oh! No, no, I had no idea where I was going it’s really okay, don’t worry!”  She looks up at the male, seeing a nice smile coming back to her.  Him calling her noona surprises her, especially with her having no idea who he is, though she supposes she doesn’t mind it. “Hello,” she says, hoping her own smile would show she wasn’t mad at him for it.

“I’m okay! Really!” she says, waving it off.  “Are you?” Okay, so yes, she had pretty much bounced off of him, but that didn’t mean she couldn’t have done some damage despite her much smaller frame, right?  “Oh, no, I was just kind of looking for one of the practice rooms…” she really hadn’t been looking for one in particular, she guessed, and she wasn’t in a hurry to get anywhere.  “Are you… going to the cafeteria?” she asked, spotting his sandwich, so turned around at this point she doesn’t realize that’s where he just came from.