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⸻   DOMINIC EVERLY, aaron taylor johnson fc     ›     introduction. ⸻    LOLA MEDLEJ, mika abdalla fc     ›     introduction.

okna & dominic

😍 which muse is the biggest heart breaker

truthfully both dom and lola are the types to get their hearts broken instead 😭 i suppose it'd be lola, since she's more open to the concept of love and relationships!

🌛 which muse is the biggest dreamer

paloma! she believes she manifested her current life and career by dreaming big, creating vision boards, doing some journaling, etc... 🙂‍↕️🩷

💘 which muse have you written the longest

dominic! he used to be a hunter turned werewolf in a spn verse hehe

🔪 which muse would you most likely be enemies with

⚔ which muse is the most likely to go to jail/prison

paloma most likely 😭 probably for extortion... anything to get a good headline i suppose<3 she also, unfortunately, is extremely stubborn and doesn't know when to back off. (also honourable mention to carter for tax evasion + possible electoral fraud 🙂‍↕️🩷)

🏠 which muse is a happy homebody

dominic, 100%!! he feels a sense of impending doom whenever he has to go out and socialise</3 home is his sacred space, he worked really hard to create something cozy and comfortable! meaning if he invites your muse over they passed the friendship test!

👠 which muse loves shopping sprees

dominic, actually! except the shopping sprees are home depot visits 😭 he has a garage filled with tools and boxes full of old/unused materials</3 just a place where he keeps that one L-shaped block of wood and a weirdly sized nail for the off chance he ever needs it in the future...

🍕 which muse is a terrible cook

paloma</3 dominic is actually a pretty great cook! while growing up lola's father prepared all her meals. and then as she entered university/started working, she was simply too busy to learn how to cook properly</3 her diet exists out of her father's frozen dishes, store bought pre-made meals, and just spending an insane amount of money on uber eats 😭

😔 which muse is the biggest spoilsport

she should have known. two deep brown, bright eyes stared back at her— entirely too familiar, though they didn't belong on the face of a toddler. paloma's mind raced, yet before she could spend another moment speculating about the meaning of it all, dorcas' voice rang through the crowd as she approached the pair. all at once, the puzzle pieces seamlessly fit together.

lola stood there, rooted to the spot and entirely speechless, as dorcas picked up the child that was undeniably hers. she had to look away. the scene was too intimate; the mere image of them together unleashed a wave of visions inside her mind. all the would-haves and could-haves of their supposed future together, bringing forth another wave of heartbreak ruefully crashing against her chest. dorcas was never hers to begin with.

paloma cursed under her breath as she hurried through the club's entrance, the door unceremoniously slamming shut behind her. her cheeks flushed red, chest heaving, as her friend's notes remained clutched in her hand. she barely made it on time, taking the staff member's bewildered look in stride as she introduced herself. they swiftly guided her upstairs, told her to sit and wait until ms. storm is ready to see her. she nodded, thanked them kindly, then returned her attention to the notes before her.

she'd retrieved them from her friend's desk earlier that day— after a panicked, desperate phone call begging paloma to take over her story. her friend was sick in bed, yet the interviewee was supposed to be one of their main headlines. not to mention it had apparently taken months just to secure an interview to begin with. lola happily obliged. anything was better than writing yet another article on the top five spots to eat pizza in ennora. except the notes were incomplete and she couldn't make sense of the handwriting. all she knew was that she's supposed to meet a local actress who decided to open a successful club in their humble town. she figured she could improvise if anything— she was a professional, after all.

"they were adorable little buggers," dominic assured her, picking up odette from her position in the pink playpen as her small arms reached out for him. clarence was seemingly too immersed in the sorting cube to have noticed his mother's arrival. he had positioned the playpen in the middle of his living room, shoving all furniture aside in order to keep an eye on the twins at any given moment.

"i fed them some mashed sweet potatoes about an hour ago, after which they took a little nap." while dominic undoubtedly loved the twins more than words could describe, he couldn't help but feel a pang of relief whenever babysitting duty ended. once alone, he would flop down on his leather couch, drink a beer and watch tv while his lower back ached.

parties weren't his forte. never in his life had he mastered the arts of mingling and small talk— considered himself to be a homebody, if anything. though dominic wouldn't hesitate to move heaven and earth if it meant keeping his baby sister happy. even if that included the mandatory two-hour attendance to any and all family gatherings. he nursed a drink while standing somewhere off in a corner, perfectly pleased with observing the crowd.

over the course of the last couple of months, spoonful of sugar had become something of a sanctuary. he frequently found himself venturing inside whenever it became too daunting to stay put in his apartment— one that felt entirely too big and empty for just himself. his thoughts had a tendency to get the better of him as well, leaving him with the bitter conclusion that he'd much rather preemptively avoid any kind of spiral than deal with its ruinous aftermath.

“i’ve recently started therapy.” dominic couldn’t bear to look at his sister as the confession slipped from his lips, fearing what he might find there. pity? concern? understanding? instead his gaze remained intently trained on the wooden cutting board before him. he hesitated one, two, three seconds before his hands came to clutch the edge of the counter, head tilting downwards as he willed himself to breathe. "it's been years. it shouldn't be affecting me still." both shame and grief engulfed him, entirely unpleasant— yet all too familiar companions of his.