archived.

i’ve decided to move some of these girls to my other blog, @thervnaways​. please follow me there if you still wish to interact with my girls !! while not everyone was moved, this doesn’t necessarily mean i’ve dropped these muses. they will exist as npc’s instead !!

                she hears the chimes from outside the house, and immediately she knows that he’s there. the witch turns around with bright eyes and a wide grin only to be met with the sight of her boyfriend in a bloodstained shirt and a question she wishes he didn’t ask. her expression is quickly replaced with one of concern and mild frustration, marching up to him and tugging on his shirt to get a better look. “y-- yah, what happened to you? are you hurt?” autumn looks up at the male, confused and awfully worried. “give me your shirt. i swear to god, if you’re bleeding under there--” she doesn’t even want to finish the thought, turning around to find a book on healing spells or potions, still too afraid of the idea of him getting hurt and her not being able to help him with it.

                   “you wanna go out with me?” and no, chloe doesn’t mean ‘go out’ like go on a date. the witch’s confusion is only because she’s worried about the kind of attention she may attract. but she figures it wouldn’t be too big a deal. “i’ll have to dress down from what i’m wearing now but... yeah, okay.”

                   “you do? and why haven’t you told me about this certain someone?” oblivious. for the first time in a long time, phoebe’s unaware about what was really going on. most of the time, she was pretty quick to catch on to these things but rhea was harder to read than most people. “did you at least invite them tonight?”

                   with a scoff, the witch shakes her head before looking at the other with slight curiosity in her gaze. “hm? i think so. why do you ask?” while she already has an idea of what it is the other wants, chloe asks anyway. 

                   “i’m not saying this to pressure you or anything,” because that’s the last thing phoebe would ever want to do to the older woman. “but don’t you, i don’t know, wanna at least put yourself out there? date a little?” concern is etched across the daemon’s features, looking up at the other before she takes another sip from her drink. she isn’t naive but she is a little confused about the muse’s choices.

                   it’s kind of amazing when miyoung’s around people who are already more drunk as her and part of her competitive nature makes her want to drink more just to prove who the top drunk is around here-- but she’s not THAT stupid, especially not when she hears the odd statement from the stranger near her. “one more drink for the pretty lady over here, please-- wait. make it two.” the vampire gives the bartender a look, knowing he understood what she was doing. he smiled before pushing the glasses towards them. “now that i’ve bought you a drink, can i get your name?”

              “how do you not realize you’re still holding a book?” despite being an assistant at a library, the vampire was pretty loud-- not that she cared. it wasn’t like the older librarians were going to tell her off. gigi huffs before picking up what he had dropped, fixing him with a look of irritation. “are you drunk or something?”

                   her grin grows wider, lips spreading across her face even as she rolls her eyes at the other. “don’t push it.” and while she can’t say the words herself, it should be pretty obvious that that’s how chloe regards the other: as someone special. because who else saw her at her most honest times?

                   she’s still perplexed, especially when the other takes her chin, but she can’t help but smile up at the older woman, glad to hear her words. “you would?” phoebe isn’t entirely sure what she means, really, but she appreciates it nonetheless. “i guess i’ll have to tell him you’re not interested then. if someone else asks -- someone better looking, perhaps -- should i tell them the same?”

                  the actress nudges the other softly with her elbow, scoffing as a smile begins to bloom upon her pink lips. “i didn’t say that.” despite her denial and serious tone ( maybe she should try voice acting someday! ), chloe can’t help but crack a wider grin, very obviously joking.

                   confusion clouds over her visage, brows furrowed as she looks up at the older woman. “what do you mean?” eyes dart towards her friend who sits across the room before she returning her gaze to the other. “i don’t think anyone who looks like that should or could be disappointed by someone that looks like you.”