look me in the eye

      pen tapped to celeste’s lips as she surveyed over the mass of inquiries she’d been receiving – the other staff of the museum, whilst lovely, never seemed to do things up to celeste’s high standards so she had simply consumed their workload amongst their own. perhaps not the smartest decision for her but some need to make sacrifices for the better of everyone.

 it took for the second ring for celeste to find the telephone in her organised but somewhat hectic layout.  “ hello .. ? “ celeste started, unsure as to who was the source of the unscheduled call.    “yes, this is she. “ words came with a frown, vaguely remembering the voice from somewhere, and the name too – everything was coming to form an image in her mind … she didn’t want to jump to conclusions too quickly.   “ oh, that’d be wonderful, yes. may i enquire as to where the interview will be published ?  “ 

💘 …someone my muse has a crush on.

cat most definitely has a crush on beau — it’s only been exacerbated by the fact that she’s more into him than he is to her. if there’s one way to make her crush on you it’s to push her away before she’s ready. she’s not used to being the one left behind. ( @ofbeauisms )

👰 …someone my muse would consider marrying.

answered!

🔪 …someone my muse hurt in the past.

i think it’s something she wears with both pride and regret, the fact that cat’s hurt many people in the past. it’s almost a badge of honor for her, knowing that for so long she was in control — of her own emotions, of how close she let people get to her, of the way that others saw her. before moving to kaos cat left a string of broken hearts in the usa. maybe that’s her karma.

👰 …someone my muse would consider marrying.

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yet another text meme | accepting !

ara smiled down bashfully at the question - though, she had been expecting it. it’s the question most people ask her when they realize her age and her field of work. “no, no, i get that a lot,” she laughs. “well, boring version: i had a private tutor when i was younger, so i was able to skip a few grades when i went to boarding school.” she paused as the waitress approached them with her drink, and she nodded back in thanks. “it was hard, don’t get me wrong, but when i found what i was passionate about, it came naturally.” she stirred her cup and took a sip. “it was actually my nanny, moira, who got me interested in all of this.” she smiled at her cup with nostalgia, “she was the one who used to tell stories to me about the ancient world and bring me to museums, and - all those wonders and adventures - how could i not fall in love?”

     HE SOMETIMES FEELS a bit of guilt for teasing cat for the albeit very brief thing she had for him before he politely informed her of his age at the time but then again, it’s kind of a funny quirky that their friendship is built upon. nonetheless, he can’t help but thrive off of the playful banter they share and he bathes in the compliments she hands him. at the mentioning of a latte, arlo waves his finger at her as if to silently praise her for raising a good point. oddly enough, arlo’s not half bad at making coffee— he attests it to the natural artistic eye he has, his careful eye when it comes to detail and such. he can’t make latte art or whatever bullshit the occasional tourist asks for. a leaf, maybe, but that’s about it. he starts to brew the espresso and turns to cat, leaning on the counter across from her with his hands resting on either side of the white marble. “don’t think i didn’t catch that comment about the food,” he grins. “i can make the basics, and the yogurt is probably good because i douse it in honey.” he shrugs and grabs an apple for himself, giving it a quick rinse before he takes a bite. “what brings you over here, then? just my face?”

Beau couldn’t help but to feel awkward in her presence to say the least. Not because he was flustered or anything, but because he wasn’t expecting to ever interact with her again. Usually after a random hookup, they’d go their separate ways, never to see each other again. In the case that he did cross paths with them, he was either cocky about it or played coy. However, in this moment it didn’t feel right to do either for some reason. Instead, he just went with it and hoped he didn’t look as stiff as he really was. 

“Catherine. Right.” He repeated, making a mental note of it. Although, knowing him he’d likely forget it in a heartbeat unless she somehow managed to woo him. So far, she had him intrigued, why exactly he wasn’t quite sure. Taking her hand, he gave it a light shake, a small smile still plastered on his face all the while. “The pleasure’s all mine. After all, it’s not everyday I get to reunite with someone as utterly beautiful as yourself.” When in doubt, flirt it out. 

it was a real test for her to keep the discomfort off her face — standing here in front of him, leaving herself vulnerable and open to embarrassment was like a slow and steady sunburn. her skin prickled with heat that she hoped remained invisible to any bystanders, but still she remained rooted to the ground before him, her petty determination fueled by the tension and uncertainty in beau’s posture.

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☯ - likes/dislikes !

(ngl this one kind of confused me because i am not quite sure if it’s meant to be just cat’s end of things so i answered it from that perspective! sry if it doesn’t make sense rip)cat likes a lot about beau (at this point). the way he looks, the memories of their first night together are just things that keep pulling her back to him. she definitely is not a big fan of having to put effort into the chase, though she would never admit it.

☠ - angry/violent headcanon

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Send “⁇” for a DRUNK text.

[ sms → arlo rouselle]: do you slmetimes wonder wha t would be diffferent if i neverr ealised howo ld you are[ sms → arlo rouselle]: i mean[ sms → arlo rouselle]: how young you a re

Send “☎” for a RUSHED text. 

[ sms → arlo rouselle]: hi im sorry im late i’ll be there in 2 sex[ sms → arlo rouselle]: seCONDS oh my god whatever i’ll see you soon!!

Send “%” for a CURIOUS text.

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☆ - happy headcanon

♔ : Finding your muse wearing their clothes

♕: Holding hands

♖: Having their hair washed by your muse

♗: Your muse falling asleep with their head in my muse's lap.

♘: Cuddling in a blanket fort

♙: Sharing a bed

♚: Head scratches

♛: Sharing a dessert

♜: Shoulder rubs

♝: Reading a book together

♞: Caring for each other while ill (specify which party is which)

♟: Patching up a wound

♤: Taking a bath together

♧: Your muse playing with their hair

♡: Accidentally falling asleep together

♢: Forehead or cheek kisses

♠: Your muse adjusting their jewelry/neck tie/ etc.

♣: Back scratches

♥: Your muse crying about something

     THE BED AND breakfast had become more of a home to arlo than a workplace. living next door in one of the owners’ spare bedrooms certainly helped, but now the place he so humbly calls his place of employment is just as comfortable and cozy as home is. you know, besides the occasional bitchy tourist or any sort of regular problem that comes with running a place of hospitality. arlo grabs freshly squeezed orange juice from the fridge and sets it on the counter, then pours cat a glass. “well, in that case, we’ll feast,” he grins and turns to the fridge again, this time grabbing greek yogurt. he starts whipping up the traditional greek dish— just plain yogurt, honey, and an assortment of nuts. “i don’t know about best chef. in fact, that’s completely false, if you’re referencing me.” he laughs as he takes a handful of nuts from a jar and sprinkles them in. “coffee? i think i remember how you take it, don’t tell me.” he slides the bowl to her. “miss it here at all?”