muse: ian
open to: anyone
scenario: food/drink item of your choice just spilled all over your muse’s clothing.
"well that was straight up embarrassing, wasn’t it?” he asks, looking over the mess the other had made on themselves. “for you, not for me. though being seen talking to you might be a little embarrassing for me. when you look like that.” he can’t help but chuckle as he gestures to what he can only assume are splotches that will most definitely stain those clothes. “i think you need some help there getting cleaned up. better ask someone, quick. another train will be here shortly with lots of people pushing through. you don’t want to get someone else all dirty, do you?” though... it would be hilarious.
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Ian smiled as he was taken in for an unexpectedly tight hug. He tried his best to return the gesture with the little spine he had left, but still enjoying wholeheartedly the chance of seeing his long time friend in person.
“Thought I might be able to swing by and surprise you” he said adjusting his glasses, “was taking courses abroad and realized ‘hey, doesn’t Ellie live around here?’ And the rest is history!”
A little boy, no more than six, ran down a grassy hill dotted with wildflowers. His golden curls bounced and twirled in the wind as it tore at his clothes and swung through the clearing around him. “You’ll never catch me!” He cried back over his shoulder.
His laughter rang through the sky as he tipped over and tumbled down the rest of the slope, falling into a giggling heap. Behind him, Angel could feel herself chasing after the boy. She laughed and threw herself to the ground, intentionally rolling down the hill and toppling into him. She let her limbs drape over him and crush him under their mass.
“Hey! Gerroff! Lemme go!” The boy shoved against Angel and she let herself slowly put more weight onto him. Though his voice was stern, the broad grin on his face gave away his delight at the new game they were playing.
“Oh no, it seems as though my arms have stopped working. I’m so tired… I don’t think I can move. This is it, the last place I’ll ever lie. Here, alone. Without anyone else nearby. Oh, what a shame. I was so young!”
The boy shrieked with laughter and finally managed to push Angel off of him. “You weigh as much as an ursidae! And you’re a meanie!”
“Hey! I do not. And if I’m a meanie then so are you.” Angel brought her hand up to tweak his nose. “Don’t pretend that you’re not just as bad as I am. I taught you better than that.” She sat up and pulled a few stray flowers out of her hair, crossing her legs. The small child wandered over to her and plopped himself right into her lap, staring out towards the horizon. After a moment of pause, he finally spoke again.
“I love you, smelly.” His voice was small, quiet, and a little out of breath. Angel’s heart leapt, and she placed a tender kiss to the top of his head.
“I love you too, stinky.”
They sat like that, staring out at the rolling hills of flowers, watching trees bend in the distance under the weight of the wind. There they remained, perfectly content to sit and look over their home.
As the sun began to set, Angel looked down into her lap, but the boy was no longer there. She glanced up towards the sky, only to realize that it had darkened into a moonless night. The fields she had considered home only moments prior were unfamiliar and cold. A growl sounded behind her, she could feel hot breath on her neck.
Angel shot awake, throwing her thin blanket off of her and to the ground. Her heart was pounding in her ears, her thoughts were foggy and panicked. It was still night, she probably had only been asleep for a few hours. What had happened?
“Hey! No! Let me at him!” The girl kicked like a rabbit as she was lifted from the ground, small legs swinging in any direction possible. She knew who had picked her up, and to say the last she wasn’t surprised. “He totally cheated! I had him pinned!” She shouted, still squirming to get away and go tackle the guy who had mysteriously slipped from her grasp on the mat and turned on her, winning the practice match. “This is so not fair!”
‘ i think she might even let me play with her boobies later. ’ molly kjhgfhjkjh.
Kissing Booth Meme
Molly gave the girl in question the briefest of glances, trying to decide if it was worth the energy to be jealous or not. Was that what he was shooting for? Hard to tell with Ian; likely he was making conversation with a friend that was sometimes more...or, he wanted to stir shit up for the hell of it. He might simply be bored, looking to get a rise out of anybody and Molly just happened to be in firing range. She knew the game; played it often enough herself. And, in spite of herself, she did feel that grim twinge in her belly. Jealousy.
"Boobies?" She scoffed, and nudged him out of her bubble to exhale smoke away from the breeze--and to gain a little deniability. Least she wasn't feeling like that much of a dick. "What are you, twelve? Let me know how that broad vocabulary impresses her."
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Didn’t she know it? Seemed like that had been the mainstay over the years; however they grew, Ian had taken on that stereotypical big brother role and made sure Ellie was as “tormented” as any of his own siblings might have been. She’d lost count of the times he’d teased and meddled and embarrassed her, caused that fair complexion to grow pink under his scrutiny.
Don’t you have anything better to do? She’d asked.
Teasing you is what I’m best at, he’d reply.
She’d been hard-pressed to argue with that. Now though, forced into close proximity by means of a family vacation (she is family, her friend had argued), Ellie couldn’t help but notice that the teasing had taken on a different air. Possibly she’s reading into things, but when he looked at her like that…
So what if she’d worn that specific dress today. Ellie would excuse it as being the best choice for the hottest day of the trip…and perhaps a little bit of experimentation.
“You’re staring.” Ellie accused, pushing blonde hair from her face (and attempting to ignore the skip in her heart). “Surely you have better things to do…”
Teasing you is what I’m best at.
“You haven’t, yet.” She replied, though she wondered if she’d regret opening that particular door. “Teased me, I mean. I’m not a child anymore.”
[ RIDE ] for the taller muse to give the shorter one a piggyback ride so they don’t have to keep up. (molly <3)
Tol & Smol Meme
"...what, you're serious?"
He'd joked about it, of course...something something "little legs" and "keeping up"; she'd been about to punch him in the arm in retaliation. Tall people were relentless, sometimes. But then Ian's hunching his long form down expectantly, and she stands there, attempting to decipher if he's messing with her or not.
The offer thrills her, and with a laugh, she hops up without much further delay. To be carted around like a princess? If that's what the fella wanted to do, who was she to stop him? Molly wraps around his back, and gives his rear a playful swat. "Giddy-up, then!"
