𝘌𝘔𝘗𝘐𝘙𝘌 𝘖𝘍 𝘊𝘖𝘙𝘗𝘚𝘌𝘚.

              ✦     A   MOROSE   ENCOUNTER   !     ✦           :           an independent     &     selective     MULTIMUSE     featuring a collection of    canon / original muses    from various television,    film,    literature,     &     more.      super duper low activity.      portrayal for each muse varies but most are canon divergent and     LARGELY HEADCANON BASED     with personal interpretations.      as curated by macy.       ✦     22,  SHE / HER,  EST.  FEBRUARY  2020.     ✦

FEATURED MUSES.          [     juliette cai,    violetta white,    jinx.     ]

                      ✦          CARRD.       MEMES.          ✦

IMAGES    OF    KIT    PRIOR.

HE’D DONE DYLAN THE FAVOUR OF COVERING UP THE SCENT OF UNWASHED SOCKS,   now shoved into the furthest corner of his room,  with a heavy layer of Febreeze.   lavender,   since that’s what girls always said they liked.   buster is convinced that lavender isn’t actually a real scent,   something perfume companies made up   and slapped a pretty purple colour on to.   there was   no way   flowers actually smelled like that,  no supermarket bouquet he had picked up had even been that light and airy.   granted,  he had never bought flowers   that weren’t on sale   and one day away from wilting.   like they always said,   it was the thought that counted,   right ?   but he had no flowers to present to his roommate,  something   far more romantic   was brewing in the back of his head.   ❝   i think i’ve solved a mystery and before you walk out,  hear me out,  yea’ ?   ❞

despite his seemingly confident statement,  he paused a minute to give her the chance to leave.   when it seemed like he had successfully trapped her into his scheme,  he grinned.   a smile that stretched   from ear to ear   and never meant any good.   ❝   so i lied.   ❞   great start.   ❝   i didn’t solve a cold case   yet.   but we,   you and me,   deli meat,   ❞   he frantically pointed from himself to dylan,  and then to the makeshift board of ideas behind him that he had thrown together in minutes.   the display looked like a high school project gone wrong.   ❝   we’re about to   crack the code.   ❞   his index finger jabbed into a newspaper article pinned on the cork board.   it outlined the phenomenon of a dumpster diver who had repeatedly found   unbelievable treasures   among bags of trash.   an insanely expensive watch,  a rare gemstone,   a bag of cash.   they began calling him irish luck with the loot he’d dug up.   but buster had another theory.   ❝   i don’t think he ever really found those things.   you pickin’ up what i’m puttin’ down,  amiga ?   i think he stole them,   and put them there himself and just   magically   happened on them.   a solid scam t - b - h,   finders keepers losers weepers.   ❞   

his chest puffed up with an air of smugness from remembering the saying on the spot,   made for a great end to his pitch.   ❝   since our boy irish luck is still kicking,  or should i say : still diving,  i think we should catch him in the act  –  stake out style.   ❞

bright eyes make no effort concealing their very obvious attempt to take in as much of the room as she could.    she wouldn’t admit it to his face but the amount of times she had attempted sneaking into his room was abysmal,   almost bordering on straight up embarrassing as she failed every single time        —         mostly out of paranoia that he’d pop up out of the corner and honestly,   she was scared of what she’d find.    drugs.    a dead body.   a poster for shyamalan’s avatar.    the possibilities were endless.    nose wrinkles as she catches a whiff of the heavy layer of lavender spray,   the scent tolerable and then full on violating every bit of her senses.    it starts itching and then she turns away from him to let out the most dramatic sneeze,   something she was certain would make her father proud.         ❝    buster,   dude,   it’s like i’m inhaling chemicals,   it’s like they’re injecting straight into my lungs and burning my nose holes.    am i bleeding ?    ❞         she turns back at him to tilt her head back slightly,   revealing her nose for him,   only to let out a hum of intrigue at his proposition.         ❝    alright,   i’m game.    ❞

arms folded over her chest as she listened to him,   gaze narrowing at him with skepticism.         ❝    why do you have to do that to me ?    you can’t just hook,   line,   and sink me in just to blow it out of the water.    ❞         she says absolutely nothing about deli meat,   a hidden grin behind her forced look of indifference at the nickname.    and so she listens,   bites down on her tongue to keep from interrupting him despite the questions that rose and the excitement that was now bubbling wildly in her chest.    she skips across the floor to close the distance between them,   just enough to reach out with her foot and nudge at his knee,   only to gravely underestimate her height and she ends up tripping over air.         ❝    i’m so pickn’ up what you’re putting down !    oh my god,   this is going to make us rich if we expose this sucker.    oh my god,    ❞         she inhales deeply,   octaves rising as she points at him,   letting silence fill the gap for dramatic purposes.

she tugs on the sleeves of her sweater,   enough to cover bare knuckles as the sun finally begins to set and the air around them grows colder.    it’s different,    she still can’t get used to the chill that bites at her skin where her coat would have been,   and she hates that feeling         —         having a gap where something should be filled.    it remains missing,   a puzzle piece she would never be able to find.    out of the corner of her eye she spots helio,   and a smile tugs on the ends of her lips.         ❝    mmm,   that’s not true.    there’s   uhhhhh    . . .    ❞         she doesn’t mean to take too long,   but her drawn out hum is now filling the silence that threatens to interrupt and she bites down on her bottom lip,   turning to face him as she gestures wildly.         ❝    d   -   no.    m   -   no.    ❞         toe of her boot kicks at a pile of twigs in her way,   muttering under her breath as she watches the coyote follow stiles,   cautious movements circling him as she means to   guard   him.         ❝    helio   likes you.    and she hates everyone.    ❞         stepping closer,   she reaches out to tug on the front of his shirt,         ❝    well,   i do like you a lot.    enough to count for a   ton   of people.    and they’re missing out,   if that’s the case.    idiots.    ❞