Send a symbol and I’ll answer the question about my muse. (Or answer in character. Whatever works for you!)

👶 – If they have any, what is your muse’s relationship like with their children? 

Koschei has children in nearly all of my verses on this blog.  The notion intrigues me deeply, because one of the great paradoxes of personhood is that someone can be wonderful to their children and appalling to others, and vice versa.  I see Koschei as the sort of parent who vehemently, viciously protects his own offspring from outside threats, and from things that caused him to suffer when he, too, was a child.  

He’s a surprisingly fussy parent.  In two separate verses he is a lincensed midwife because he wanted to learn everything about the process of womb births, and he even spent two months away from the Thirteenth Doctor in his mainverse (careful to return to her only a few hours after he left, in his TARDIS) to take courses in obstetrics.  He painted his children’s bedrooms in various verses, and he is a little bit neurotically overly protective; it’s usually the other parent who has to get him to loosen up about  their child’s safety.  

With his children, he is relaxed, warm, physically affectionate and conversational, curious about their day and interests, and extremely aversive to ever being intellectually condescending or “talking down” to them.  

He is very proud of the title “daddy.”  

🚼 – How would your muse react to losing a child? How would they cope?

He wouldn’t.  I’m not sure that’s a place I can visit as a writer, because it’s so dark and so fathomlessly hopeless.  He would be tempted to resort to measures that are appalling in order to seek vengeance on the parties he believed were responsible for causing his child’s death, even if there were, in reality, no one to blame. After vengeance was slaked, he would become directionless, regressing to a state of inconsolable madness.  With time, if he had a significant other (at least one of the partners he has on this blog), he might be persuaded to partially heal on their behalf.  But he would become a shut-in who required incessant, repetitive intellectual distractions to protect him from his own obsessions and hysterias.  Like I said, not something I think I can ever explore.  Just too sad.