Snow: He squeezes the other’s hand, just enough to be felt. He looks away as a quiet, breathy huff slips from him—almost a laugh. “My goddess… fine. I’ll try anything. It’s been a while since someone else has cooked for me.”

Snow: I think I know a spell or 3.

Snow: Why was...it removing its gauntlets? Comfort? Lune was curious... "Mh-, so then what do you know about yourself?"

Snow: He wakes to cold biting through his spine. Grass no longer cushions him—what he lies on is sharp, crystalline, and unforgiving. Exhaling smokes the air with frost. The green he remembers is gone. In its place: snow piled like broken glass, the land around him sealed in white silence.

Snow: "You don't?" There was a slight furrowing of his brows before he shrugged it off. "It's okay. Frankly, I'm just surprised at your 'natural' talent. Perhaps it comes from whoever you are mimicking?"

Snow: He blinks once, slow and soft. “Are you… aware of what I eat?” For a moment, he considers if he needs to draw his blade. He knows his “complete” self is an ass—but facing this bright, oblivious child makes him hesitate, unsure whether caution or mercy is the more dangerous choice.

Snow: Empty? Now that's just so cruel... "You did." He could only be seen with the dull glow of his eyes. "Or else the poor child who tried to wake you wouldn't have gotten the beating of their poor lifetime."

“𝗙𝗿𝗶𝗲𝗻𝗱𝘀 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝗮 𝗻𝗶𝗰𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗼 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲...” | #TLOZRP | #MVRP | #NINTENDORP | “𝗛𝗲𝗵, 𝗵𝗲𝗵. 𝗖𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗯𝗲 𝗺𝘆 𝗳𝗿𝗶𝗲𝗻𝗱, 𝘁𝗼𝗼?”

"Have a taste of my Ｍａｇｉｃ!" Wizzro: Twisted Wizard. Info: An evil sorcerer born from magic of a wizard's ring, conjuring beasts from the darkness to cause chaos and destruction across the land. #ZeldaRP | #NintendoRP | #MVRP

Snow: Oh, that is true. He did threaten him and beat him up, didn't he? At least his complete self did. "Your painting is absolutely beautiful." He began, glancing over to it, "When did you learn such a skill...?"

Snow: Before he could take his hand, the being would move his hand away, giving a low sigh. Searching his pouch, he would pull out and put on worn half-palm gloves. Then he'd take his hand, "Though I appreciate the thought, for your safety, we can stay acquaintances."

Snow: "Phantom pains are psychological...I prefer that." A smile before his words confused the being. "Ground him, huh? I have the strangest feeling he'd disagree. No matter. May you save me if the worst happens."

Snow: Ah—...? ". . ." His attention is now on him solely

||if i had to say other muses i got an urge to try. dark mind from kirby vessel link headcanon from the zelda NES manual onox but at the same time, there's so many stuff i wish i could write WITH, not AS...

Snow: " . . ." He's trying his best not to repeat but. . ."—Tiny Jora...hehe."

"...I feel very little today."

He won't say another word; you can hardly hear him, frankly... ". . ." Except for the strange cool air he was producing.

Snow: "Oh? Why is that?" He'd watch his reaction before, from the tip of his finger, he made a fine ice needle, slowly inserting it into its eye. ". . .oddly satisfying. . ."

Snow: "Ah, forgive me. You may proceed." Still watching, not paying any mind to his look

Snow: Another soft chuckle. "He protects me. You could say I'm his soul. Now that he's divided, he can do away with me." He would watch before quietly muttering, "May I...try?"

Oop— "You got green paint on your canvas—."

Snow: Watching the other with slight amusement at the reaction. Before the question left him pondering. "I have to disagree. I am Eclipse, just a concentrated aspect of him. Why do you ask?"

Snow: Why not? Was there a keep out sign? He'd watch. Contemplating whether to bother or not... Which he won't. He was at ease watching him paint. Felt...asmr-ish.

"There's no need to hope, my friend." He'd wander a bit aimlessly until they approached what seemed to be a blood puddle. "Ah, there it is..." Dipping his hands into it, he'd retrieve the doll. The blood was pooling off it until not a drop was left. "Here."

Snow: It sounds like it...and he's found the little shade- "What are you doing hiding like a pitiful little thing?"

ㅤ ㅤㅤㅤㅤ𝒍𝒊𝒗𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒖𝒓𝒇𝒂𝒄𝒆 - 𝘄𝗵𝗮𝘁'𝘀 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝘁𝗵, 𝗯𝗼𝘆 ? ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒌 𝒚𝒐𝒖'𝒗𝒆 𝒈𝒐𝒕 𝒂 𝒑𝒖𝒓𝒑𝒐𝒔𝒆 . . ? ㅤ

"𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞'𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐠𝐨𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐬, 𝑵𝑶𝑾?" 🪞 #RP / #SFWRP / #KidIcarusRP / #NintendoRP / #MVRP / #SSBRP / #RPSky / #ParodySky🪞 A (mostly) SFW RP account for Dark Pit, from 'Kid Icarus!' You may also know him from a little niche series: 'Super Smash Bros.' 🪽(More Info in replies Below)🪽

Snow: There's a crying shade nearby—...the air taste salty. "Hm... I'm sure its here somewhere."

「𝑰 𝒎𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒃𝒆 𝒂 𝒔𝒂𝒊𝒏𝒕 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒕𝒉 𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒆𝒑𝒍𝒆𝒔. 𝑰 𝒎𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒃𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒓𝒂𝒊𝒏 𝒐𝒇 𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒍. ——DARK LINK—— 𝑩𝒂𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒆𝒏 𝒕𝒐 𝒈𝒐𝒐𝒅 𝒑𝒆𝒐𝒑𝒍𝒆. . . 𝑮𝒐𝒐𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒆𝒏 𝒕𝒐 𝒎𝒆.」 #LOZRP #MVRP #SFWRP

Snow: There was a dry chuckle. "I can't offer you that, little one." He was slightly amused with his kindness. "I'm a piece of a monster...being with someone like me will only bring you disaster. I hope you understand."

Snow: "His emotions, huh...?" He'd close his eyes and think... "Hmmm...then I believe I'm reflection." It seemed right... "I reflect how others treat me and hold onto it...memories...everything is a bit fractured..." His head hurt. "His truth...?"

Oh, thank God he’s out… For a second, the thought of another imprisonment almost crossed his mind. With a sharp tsk, he wrenched the other’s hands away, eyes narrowing like blades. “Bastard. Don't touch me.”

Snow: "Aspect...? Of him?" He'd flutter his lashes at the thought. Who...was he currently? "Hm...may I have an example? What aspect are you?"

Snow: He'd follow, "Mh...if we were ever whole to begin with." gently, he'd remove his hands from the other. "I'd be careful touching me if I were you, though I have an idea of how to control myself, being...just pure—'me' is confusing..."

How did he end up...in here?? "Because I'm not HUMAN, MORON." He's trying to figure out how to pilot this thing—.

Playful, he'd laugh, teasing, "Not close enough, it seems~." He'd turn his heel before gesturing at Majora, "Come on then, knowing...me, it's closer than you think."

Oh, a little one. He'd chuckle soft at his curiosity and attention. "Oh, them? Being their chaotic selves, I'm sure. Why do you ask?"

Snow: "You make it sound as if it’s torturous," his voice floated calmly, carrying not a trace of spite or venom. Soft, like moonlight brushing over still water. "They’re probably having fun right now. Not that they care—they never do."

"My Link doll..."

The other three have left to loot people. Snow has been left behind because he's 'weaker'. Snow: ". . ." He's exploring now as this version of himself.

A moon gem? My, my, what a fine catch indeed... He would be fiddling around with it. Such a pretty little thing... ". . ." He's proud of his little catch.

𝙄'𝙡𝙡 𝙙𝙤 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙤 𝙬𝙖𝙨𝙝 𝙖𝙬𝙖𝙮 𝙢𝙮 𝙨𝙞𝙣𝙨...,

The colors—. It has manifested in their hair but nothing else has changed.

Cackling as he's running around with it.

Snow: "So." Ebony: "Ugh just...shut up." Golden: "Frankly, I'm over it." Burgundy: "Now let's not be hasty—, we can steal more..." All versions are looking at Burgundy.

|| I'm debating on the four colors now;;

Where ever he ended up—, he's looking at copies of himself now. " . . ." They all look blankly at each other.