Anubis:How do you feel about death?
“Death?” Hillary paused in silence for a good two minutes, and then breaking the stillness of the surrounding with a light sigh that echoed in space. “Someone told me death would bring back good and bad memories to those you have left. Whatever you have brought into their lives would be expressed in ways unimaginable: some would make you want hug them so dearly, but you couldn’t, some would make you regret of knowing, and some would make you want to punch them in their sensitive areas because they are totally jerks and bitches.” She shook her head. “Death concludes your life on earth. It’s not like an essay you can return to and proofread so it turns out a craft you would love to read over and over. So no matter what happens before that very day, try to make your life worth it.. and make every single day your last day (since you will never know) and lastly, learn from other’s mistakes, learn from their death. Because your own life is not enough to learn from. I’m going to lie if I say I am not scared of death, but in a lighter mood, it makes me want to make the best of my life before that day happens.”
Atum:What are your greatest imperfections?
“My greatest imperfection is my goal for perfection. I tend to be idealistic. Each plans I have are all sort out in ways that has to go with my preference.”
Bastet:Do you have any cats?
“I own a cat, but he’s currently in my parent’s place.”
Hathor:What brings you joy?
“What brings me joy?.” Hillary smiled. “That’s a good question. Painting. Painting is the first thing that comes into my mind, and then family and friends follows behind.
I love being trapped in a room filled with full blasted music, the suffocating smell of paint, and the color-messed hands, apron, and face. The idea of being able to express my thoughts and feelings brings me to another form of joy, which I think is addictive, but at the same time good for my overall well-being.”
☁ for a drunk confession from my muse to yours
A light hiccup errupts from his lips, immediately clasping a hand over his mouth to mask a goofy grin. “H-Hi there…you’re purdy….” He staggers slightly towards you, gripping your shoulder to support himself. “Where…mm…where can I-I buy a dinosaur cost—costume?”