- murray was the first minstrel that joined me.
- murray understood me on an emotional level, even if we couldn't speak to each other very well. he usually expressed what i had trouble expressing.
- murray had handfeet. like, his feet were hands, like a simian.
- he usually stood while kinda... half-squatting? like his knees were bent but not all the way
- i was gay as FUCK for him hshgjfg
- murray’s species lived mostly in trees. the cave they were in had these trees growing from the sides of the cavern, with roots embedding in the rock walls and coming down. the leaves were a cool blue-green and the caves slowly got warmer and warmer in color as you went down. there were houses, but most of them were communal - murray’s was purple and blue, and he had a balcony. i talked to him via that balcony.
- he didn’t believe me when i said he was a minstrel at first. i tempted him down to talk to me (with let me be your song, which i wrote for him). i don’t know how it worked, but it did.
- all of the guitar parts and harmonies were 100% his own improvisation. i only wrote the lyrics and melodies for my parts.
- murray called me pet names when we were alone. i remember being called “babe” a lot, that one was really embarrassing...
- he had no emotional filter. he was very cynical, and not afraid to speak his mind. we also shared thoughts on a lot of things, and it was hard for me to show those emotions, so he did instead.
sep 28 2018 ∞
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