your one beauty!

[ some lines have been edited to make sense on their own. as always, feel free to make any needed adjustments to suit your muses ]

goodbye :  my  muse  kissing  and/or  hugging  your  muse  goodbye.

secrets :   my  muse  sharing/confiding  their  deepest,  darkest  secret  with  your  muse.

nightmare :   my  muse  coming  to  your  muses  aid  when  they  awake  from  a  nightmare.

push :   my  muse  pushing  your  muse  out  of  the  way  of  danger.

embrace :   my  muse  abruptly  throwing  their  arms  around  your  muse,  hugging  them  tightly.

bloody :   my  muse  coming  to  your  muse  with  blood  stains  on  their  clothes  and  hands,  shaking.

drunk :   my  muse  takes  care  of  your  muse  while  they  are  in  a  drunken  state.

bed :   my  muse  wakes  up  in  the  same  bed  as  your  muse  with  little  recollection  of  the  night  before.

slap :   my  muse  slaps  your  muse  across  the  face  out  of  anger.

gone :   my  muse  stays  by  your  muses  side  while  they  take  their  last  breath.

scream :   my  muse  hears  your  muse  scream  and  quickly  runs  to  their  side.

sleep :   my  muse  falls  asleep  on  your  muse,  making  it  hard  for  my  muse  to  leave.

stalk :   my  muse  gets  caught  by  your  muse  trailing  behind  them,  watching  them.

sacrifice :   my  muse  jumps  in  front  of  your  muse,  sacrificing  their  life  for  your  muses  life.

trail :   my  muse  watches  as  your  muse  traces  one  of  my  muses  scares,  asking  them  about  it.

love :   my  muse  confronts  your  muse  about  why  they  never  say  ’ i  love  you ’  back.

piggyback :   my  muse  jumps  on  your  muses  back,  my  muse  gives  yours  a  piggyback  ride.

jump :   my  muse  runs  to  your  muse  and  jumps  up,  my  muse  holding  yours  up  by  their  thighs.

dance :   my  muse  holds  their  hand  out,  waiting  for  your  muse  to  come  out  and  slow  dance  with  them.

carry :   my  muse  carries  your  muse  to  their  house,  either  drunk,  or  a  weakened  state,  can  specify. 

lighter :   my  muse  pulls  out  a  lighter  and  lights  it  for  your  muse  to  use  to  light  their  cigarette.

shot :   my  muse  gets  shot  and  struggles  to  your  muses  house  for  aid.

wound :   my  muse  patches  and  bandages  a  wound  your  muse  has  gotten.

fight :   my  muse  stops  your  muse  from  getting  into  a  physical  fight  with  someone  else.

arrest :   your  muse  finds  my  muse  arrested  in  cuffs  with  swarming  police  everywhere.

hospital :   my  muse  awakens  in  a  hospital,  finding  your  muse  by  their  side,  asking  what  happened.

gun :  my  muse  pulls  out  a  gun  on  your  muse,  your  muse  tries  to  talk  them  into  putting  the  gun  down. 

betrayal :  my  muse  finds  out  that  your  muse  has  betrayed  them  in  same  way  and  confronts  them  about  it.

nude :  my  muse  walks  in  on  your  muse  accidentally  seeing  them  naked.

karaoke :  my  muse  pulls  your  muse  up  on  stage  with  them  to  sing  some  karaoke  songs. 

laughter :   my  muse  hears  your  muse  laughing  uncontrollably  and  approaches  to  see  if  they  are  okay.

murder :   my  muse  walks  in  on  your  muse  committing  a  gruesome  murder.

“I’d rather take coffee than compliments just now.” 

“I like good strong words that mean something.” 

“I am not afraid of storms, for I am learning how to sail my ship.” 

“ I’ve got the key to my castle in the air, but whether I can unlock the door remains to be seen.”

“It’s wicked to throw away so many good gifts because you can’t have the one you want.

“Love is a great beautifier.”

“ Watch and pray, dear, never get tired of trying, and never think it is impossible to conquer your fault.”

“Because they are mean is no reason why I should be. I hate such things, and though I think I’ve a right to be hurt, I don’t intend to show it.

“Let us be elegant or die!” 

“Don’t try to make me grow up before my time.” 

“Be comforted, dear soul! There is always light behind the clouds.”

“I’m not like the rest of you; I never made any plans about what I’d do when I grew up” 

“I am not afraid.” 

“I would be homesick for you even in Heaven” 

“I think she is growing up, and so begins to dream dreams, and have hopes and fears and fidgets, without knowing why or being able to explain them.”

“I wish I had no heart, it aches so.” 

“You’re an angel! How can I ever thank you?” 

“I could have been a great many things.” 

“If we are all alive ten years hence, let’s meet, and see how many of us have got our wishes, or how much nearer we are then than now.”

“I am lonely sometimes, but I dare say it’s good for me.” 

“ Books are always good company if you have the right sort.” 

“Talent isn’t genius, and no amount of energy can make it so. I want to be great, or nothing.” 

“I hate ordinary people!” 

“You have grown abominably lazy, and you like gossip, and waste time on frivolous things, you are contented to be petted and admired by silly people, instead of being loved and respected by wise ones.” 

“She’ll go and fall in love, and there’s an end of peace and fun, and cozy times together.” 

“I can’t help seeing that you are very lonely.”

“Sometimes there is a hungry look in your eyes that goes to my heart.” 

“Don’t cry so bitterly, but remember this day, and resolve with all your soul that you will never know another like it.”

“ If life is often so hard as this, I don’t see how we ever shall get through it…”

“ Well, I am happy, and I won’t fret, but it does seem as if the more one gets the more one wants…” 

“Don’t mind me. I’m as happy as a cricket here.”

“I think we are all hopelessly flawed.”

“ I almost wish I hadn’t any conscience, it’s so inconvenient.”

“Go and make yourself useful, since you are too big to be ornamental.”

“ I like adventures, and I’m going to find some.”

“Women work a good many miracles…”

“I’m perfectly miserable; but if you consider me presentable, I die happy.”

“November is the most disagreeable month in the whole year.” 

“I’ve loved you ever since I’ve known you [name]. I couldn’t help it.” 

from the work of  amanda lovelace  ,  the mermaid’s voice returns in this one   (  consider supporting the author  ) .  pronouns  (  he , she , they , i , etc  )  &  tenses can be adjusted as needed

With his chin leaned on his hand, Laurie wishes he had chosen a better spot to sit for her sketching – the canvas hid part of her face from him as she painted him, making it difficult for him to discern whether her words were a sincere confession or an Amy style embellishment.

( Amy-bellishment, even. )

LONELINESS is something he knows intimately, it’s a primary presence in his life since Jo March had turned down his proposal and left him irreparably gutted. He wore heartbreak like it was a fashion choice. Boldly, loudly, flaunting it whenever he could. Who could call him on his bullshit when he was in such a state.

One person could, and still, as he sat for her with no distractions and nothing to turn his head he’s still unable to really HEAR her.

Some part of him knows these moments they spend together, alone, unguarded are unwise. LOYALTY or CRUELTY? If he were feeling thoroughly bold enough to examine himself and how he keeps her close but never let’s her close, he might have been able to acknowledge a skew towards the latter.

“What would you know about loneliness?” He asks, fixing the collar of his shirt subtly so as to not move too much and throw her off.

No, pouting was something that could almost be endearing. Pouting, in small measures, was relatively harmless. Pouting was a means to an end, a way to angle towards getting something you wanted in spite of the fact that you had already been denied. 

Laurie wasn’t pouting -- he was moping. 

There was a difference. 

Moping was a state of misery. Moping had no point. Moping was transforming yourself into a black hole of self-pity with its own gravitational pull and dragging everyone in your radius into it with you by the ankles until everyone felt as miserable as you did. 

Amy knew, because Amy had done it on more occasions than she would like to admit now that she’s older.

“Attention isn’t the same as company,  being looked at isn’t the same as being seen,” she informs him, her brows slightly furrowed as her eyes follow her fingers as they sketch the line of his chin on the page. 

(She doesn’t need to look to him for reference -- she’d had it memorized long ago.)

Her voice is slightly clipped with annoyance as she continues. 

“My mistake for thinking you’d be someone who could understand that.”