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💕: how does my muse express their feelings? do they do through small but meaningful gestures, or through bold declarations?

Small things. J’hasi’s never been very good with talking about any sort of emotion-y sort of stuff (again…thanks Shadows…), no matter the tongue. So using words to communicate that he feels a certain way is really hard for him, even after Maarzi helped him work through some shit (I mean, she got him started, but since he’s so obstinately focused on one thing at a time, working on one’s mental/emotional hangups kinda drops to the backburner when you primarily travel alone).

Nonverbal forms of letting the person know are his primary, either by physical contact or getting them something that they’ve needed or something that he thinks they’d like, even if it’s just getting them food or an interesting looking thing he found outside. It’s only when he’s in a place he feels safe and can be emotionally open with a person that he’ll actually say anything out loud, or if he’s forced to say something due to circumstances, whether internal or external. He’s also the kind of person who won’t breathe a word about how he feels first. Given how stubborn he is, he likely wouldn’t cave first unless it felt like it was killing him.

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💝: what would my muse consider a “perfect gift”?

Something meaningful that he can make good use of. He’d be more than happy with any sort of gift from a friend (because wow this person thought of me and got me this!), but since he travels a lot, he’s more sure of how to react when it’s something useful like food, clothing, tools, etc.

He’s a little more awkward with presents that he’s unsure how he can make use of (because they thought of you when they got this, so you’d better use it). He feels really bad when it’s something that he can’t use, because refusing a gift seems unspeakably rude, especially when the person cared about him enough to get him a thing in the first place. He’ll try his damnedest, but let’s be real, delicate ornaments/decorations or furniture isn’t really something he can make use of without taking it apart or damaging it in some way.

❥

❥: what is my muse’s ideal date?

Honestly? They could be hunting or sparring or literally doing anything together (so long as they aren’t in stressful life-or-death situations). Ideal date would probably include food, cuddles, swimming, or other related activities that he and/or his date like to do (the more private the better), in any combination thereof.

Primarily a date for J’hasi would be spending time alone with the person in question, intimacy and what have you varying on how many people are around to see.

♚: Head scratches

The Khajiit ducked his head down at the unwarranted touch from a stranger, ears pressing back. He was about to tell whoever the hell it was not to touch him…only that when he turned around to see, it was that vampire again. J’hasi sprang off of his perch on the wall around the main market and landed on the wood planks of the canal walkway with a strangled squeak, landing and whipping around, tail puffed and fangs bared as he hissed sharply at the Dunmer.

“<Don’t touch me!>” he snarled.

THOUSAND PARDONS OH MIGHTY KHAJIIT, MASTER OF MANY THINGS. I AM ONLY SIMPLE SCREAMING GOOSE. I KNOW NO DIFFERENCE! DAMN ELVES AND THEIR CRUEL MAGIC.

“A goose, huh?” The Khajiit’s teeth barely exposed in what could possibly be a smile.

“Maybe you should come a little closer, then, so I can see if I can reverse the spell?”

WHY BREAK KITTY? BLESS-ED KITTY! ALL HAIL KITTY

“DON’T CALL ME THAT!”

[TFW your partner’s giant brother focuses on harassing you bc no one else takes his flirting seriously.

Me too, J’hasi. Me too.]

♱, ϟ, ✔?

♱ What do they think awaits them after death?

As of right now, the Hunting Grounds, an afterlife he’s not too keen on. It’s the reason he’s so desperate to find a cure for his lycanthropy. While he doesn’t have an aging body to serve as a deadline, the threat of the Thalmor finding him (and the highly likely torture and death to follow) and the fact that he really doesn’t want to live much longer than he has certainly serves well enough in its place. He’s not exactly terrified of Hircine persay, but he believes that royally screwing over the Daedric Prince’s Hunt means that he’s on Hircine’s shitlist and wants to stay as far away from him as possible.

Plus…he’s not fond of the idea of being Hircine’s personal hunting hound. He can think of a million other things he’d rather be.

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ϟ Have they ever gotten pleasure from causing others pain?

J’hasi’s not exactly fond of causing pain period. He won’t hesitate to use it when needed, like to get away or to get a point across someone who’s too stubborn or thick to get it with just words, but in terms of causing pain for the sake of enjoyment, no.

With Thalmor…that’s sort of a special case. He won’t be quite as efficient in fighting/killing them, so if they’re alive and in a lot of pain for a few seconds more, he’s not too fussed about it. ~~That wasn’t always the case though…~~

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✔ Are they holding a grudge against anyone?

Azura. He’s furious with her for what he sees as her punishment for the Tribunal, dragging in people who had nothing to do with it. I mean, for his part he didn’t have much of a choice. It was either a) let Dagoth Ur spread his Blight all over Morrowind, potentially all of Tamriel, or b), kill him, destroy the Heart, and lead to the fall of the Tribunal, Baar Dau, and causing the Red Year, which killed countless people and left the rest homeless refugees, who afterwards got kicked in the teeth with the Accession War. Yeah…totally appropriate…

He has a grudge against the Thalmor as well, but it’s not as deep-seated as his grudge against Azura. While his loyalty to the Blades is more due to loyalty to a friend rather than sharing ideologies, having the Thalmor come in and kill his friends, his mentee, and scattering any survivors to the winds and are still out for his blood to this day? Yeah, I’d say he’s pretty pissed at them.

[Wow lookit this fuckin’ nerd.]

“You presume much. What do you know of my heart?”

J’hasi’s tail slowly curled back and fourth as he looked down at the Dunmer from his perch on the balcony railing a safe distance above.

“<I don’t. Don’t have to.>” he stated flatly.

“Where did you disappear to?”

The Khajiit popped from the clusters of leaves nearly directly in front of the Breton, twigs and other debris caught in his fur as he hung upside down in the branches with a smile.

“Boo!”