//Rusalye//

"A flat," Rusalye repeats.

That must be nice. Four walls. He wondered what it was like to go to bed at night knowing you have four walls to shield the biting wind. To have a little silver key promising safety and a home. A place to call your own.

His heart twinged. How nice of this stranger to take it upon herself to make sure he was okay. For all she knew he could be as high as a kite on drugs or hiding from a gang. 

"Well, uh, the fight part was unintentional," he slowly shifted himself into the backseat of her car, " but I guess there's just a lot to forget," a cruel smile curled on his lips. 

  She has a point. “Fair enough,” he mumbles. This girl seemed more than just physically tough. She was as hard as steel, as far as he could tell. 

"A flat," Rusalye repeats.

That must be nice. Four walls. He wondered what it was like to go to bed at night knowing you have four walls to shield the biting wind. To have a little silver key promising safety and a home. A place to call your own.

His heart twinged. How nice of this stranger to take it upon herself to make sure he was okay. For all she knew he could be as high as a kite on drugs or hiding from a gang. 

A new week, a new set of anon things to send me »please«

Jealous: Muse becomes extremely jealous of another muse for an extremely ridiculous reason of the anon’s choosing. Can last up to five days max. 

Power: Fear me mortals, for I am almighty! Mwahaha. Muse goes mad with power for as long as the anon wants. 

Chaos: It’s a mad house! A mad house I say! Muse’s personality gets flipped backwards for three days. The timid turn mighty, the charismatic turn into downers, and straight characters get to kiss a girl/boy and like it. 

Sin: Put this and one of the seven sins in muse’s ask box, and they’ll be consumed by it for five days. Gluttony, lust, pride, envy, greed, sloth, and wrath. Pick your poison~ 

Mirror: Muse turns into a narcissist for 24 hours. If they see another muse of the same character they have to flirt with them at least once. 

Skin: Take it off! Muse’s clothes have gone missing for any duration of the anon’s choosing up to one week! 

Tears: Muse can’t stop crying. Anon decides for how long and for what reason they cry. I didn’t mean to spill the milk! ;o; 

Mercy: Groveling time! Muse thinks they’ve done something wrong and need to apologize for everything and beg forgiveness. 

Child: Do you know where my Mommy is? Muse turns into a toddler for a week. 

Pride: Muse feels an inescapable need to boast about everything they do, even normal things. I mad toast this morning, how kickass am I? 

Lie: Oh no, Pinocchio! Muse can’t lie for however long anon decides. 

Master: Muse must be submissive and give into any demands they’re given for 5 hours. I’ll do anything to please you…Master. 

"Which clearly means somebody," he said anxiously. He hated how she let someone use her like this. Who could it be that she was so frightened of that she could let them walk away with no repercussions? Or worse, she could be letting them come back and allowing them to harm her  again and again. A crease formed in between his brows as he fought to remember if he had seen anything else unusual with Nicki. How long had this been going on unnoticed? He felt terrible.

She returns the glare as she keeps the ice on his head, “Listen, when somebody gives me the opportunity to put their lights out then I’m going to take it. Maybe one of us should work on making better requests when they’re drunk!” Okay, maybe she felt a little bad about it but she was more annoyed with dealing with him. 

She has a point. "Fair enough," he mumbles. This girl seemed more than just physically tough. She was as hard as steel, as far as he could tell. 

Bile rose in his throat and he fought viciously to keep it from escaping. Who the hell was touching him? Something cold was laid on his forehead and he winced at the sudden change in temperature. A girl’s face slipped into his vision for a fraction of a second. She looked irritated. A thought rose up in his head. If she takes me to the hospital then…no

Cold water trickles down his temples and his head clears a bit.An impending headache starts in the back of his skull

"I'm drunk and you're a stranger! I didn't think you were actually going to do it!" he moans defensively. He had to hand it to her, though. She was strong. Even if he wasn't drunk, she still would have probably took him for a spin. 

Bile rose in his throat and he fought viciously to keep it from escaping. Who the hell was touching him? Something cold was laid on his forehead and he winced at the sudden change in temperature. A girl's face slipped into his vision for a fraction of a second. She looked irritated. A thought rose up in his head. If she takes me to the hospital then...no

Purple: 10 facts about my room

Blue: 9 facts about my family

Green: 8 facts about appearance

Yellow: 7 facts about my childhood

Orange: 6 facts about my home town

Red: 5 facts about my best friend

Pink: 4 facts about my parents

White: 3 facts about my personality

Grey: 2 facts about my favorite things