‽: An unpopular/unusual ship with my character that I love
Ooooooh my real ship is decently popular though…
Vaan x airships. I am a firm believer in this, and no seems behind it.
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Comments: Pffft. You’re like a perfect Larsa; I could never master the way Larsa even speaks like you do. Furthermore, I probably sound like a super-fan but your writing is gorgeous.
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Comments:
♔ - Do they value loyalty?
To Vaan, loyalty is simply expected. Partially explained by his overzealous trust detailed below, Vaan expects it of others and tends to simply supply his loyalty naturally. However, should another he encounter be in need, he would likely aid them, thoughtless of their affiliations.
♕ - Do they trust easily?
For the most part, Vaan trusts too easily. He can be overly eager to aid those in potential need as well as forthcoming when it comes to his criminal past. However, when a blatant threat is presented, he can be more cautious to protect that which he cares about. Furthermore, he tends to expect the better in others, but once his trust is broken, he can tend to act childishly begrudging.
♥ - What does ‘love’ mean to them?
Hmmm. This one is difficult. When it comes to others, Vaan tends to protect and aid them, regardless of personal feelings. However, love, for those deeper connections goes much further. Love means a connection which does not get destroyed by distance or circumstance, that should anything arise to endanger them, he would be there to support them unconditionally, that these bonds surpass any treasure or adventure in his heart.
✓- How do they react to praise?

Pretty much like that. Then he tries to act cool.
♕ - Do they trust easily?
[[I have this in another inbox, so I will answer this there]]
♥ - What does ‘love’ mean to them?
♠ - What are they afraid of?
♦ - What is one thing about them that they are most proud of?
♣ - What is one thing that they find embarrassing? (About them, others, things in general)
★ - Do they prefer daytime or nighttime and why?
☾- Are they prone to nightmares or dreamless sleep?
☼ - Something that/Someone who makes them happy.
☁ - If they’re caught out in the rain how do they react?
♪ - Are they musically inclined?
♫ - What kind of music do they enjoy?
✓ - How do they react to praise?
✕ - How do they handle rejection?
☺ - Do they prefer sour or sweet treats?
❄ - Favorite season and why?
☮ - Do they have an idol or someone they look up to?
❤ - Do they have a love interest?
✖ - Who is someone they just cannot stand?
♔ - Do they value loyalty?
♕ - Do they trust easily?
Our muses are destined to meet in a coffee shop
The smell of lengthily-titled specialty coffee filled Vaan’s nostrils as he had walked toward the local coffee shop. On a typical morning, he would have kept walking past, but the sudden craving urged him inside toward the mess of people crammed into the knot that made a line. Perhaps a little stealth would inch him closer to the counter?
Weaving his own path past several customers, he hadn’t anticipated bumping into a stranger so clumsily. Backing into the blue-haired girl, he had sent her coffee scattered across the floor, now on both of them. Helping her up, he began sputtering apologies for his blunder, “I’m sorry! I didn’t see you.” Then attempting to make up for her lost beverage, he continued, “Let me buy you a new one.”
Before waiting for a reply, he hastily began digging in his pockets to realize his absence of gil.

“On second thought, I actually don’t have money on me. Would you take an IOU?” At this rate, she would likely hate him, “Um, I’m Vaan by the way. This probably isn’t the best way to meet.”
Our muses are destined to reach super stardom as a singing duo
Few times had the two sung together, and yet there was already a flashy man handing a business card to the two teens. A chance encounter, purely an overheard melody on a street corner, they hadn’t even planned to sing professionally. It was merely some recreational hobby to pass the time; it wasn’t intended to escalate so far.
The lights of super stardom came flashing like a torrent of change. Suddenly, their freedom had been seized like a hot black market item. Familiar faces became fleeting as others appointed took their places to choose how to dress, act, where they would be, even which melodies floated off their lips. What had been their secret bliss became their televised chore.
Even looking at her, he could see a change, likely the same as what had happened to him, becoming hollow shells of their appearances. No emotion stirred him to sing. What words left his lips were prompted and predefined. Like a puppet, being mastered over for his audience…
He missed the melody they had sung on the street corner.