this is 'nautica interna' (her full name) and she is my inner shipper. the thing that persists in latching onto anything and everything for me to ship for in any given thing. the very same thing that was bouncing around my head during 'sunset', going "wheeee!" at me and generally being a pain in the arse.
nautica is my 7th Muse. she's responsible for the supremely awfully fluffy, angsty, or fluffangsty pieces that i write. so, blame her :)
and don't let the innocent wingéd facade fool you. she's an evil sadistic bitch :)