#boopee

47.) My muse comes to yours after being assaulted.

     A blur. Left walking along the streets– many confusing her for a zombie impersonator. Stained with scarlet from neck and below, cheeks with dry water. Shirt torn, enough to see her undergarment, fortunately shorts were not. Deep breaths, hyperventilation, leaving her more vulnerable than earlier. Her mind ran nothing at fifty miles per hour, emotionless. Yet her feet attempted to find a safe haven, find warmth. 

    Lips quivered, body shaking as if an earthquake had struck her body in the most painful way. Cracks being shown through tears and gaping flesh. Infliction upon her neck, chest-area, and thighs. So much blood, enough to fill the emptiness now residing in her heart. As bruised knuckles weakly knocked upon the door, she awaited a friendly face. As soon as she saw it, her face brightened ever-so-slightly.

    “C-Cam?” Her voice trembled more than her, a rare quality for the scorpion. As if her heart was singing the blues, a dam broke inside, soon tears mixing in with that scarlet liquid. Outstretching her hand, whimpering in pain, she revealed fingers with nails missing. Bleeding had ceased, but the excruciating pain had her whimpering once again. “I-I had no where…” Deep breath stopping her own words, “–to go…”

54.) My muse says they hate yours.

      “Please, Sky…” A plea, one to get the girl off her back. Tired optics continuously avoided eye contact with the other, hoping she’d give up and leave her alone. It wasn’t any of her business. If she wished to discuss it, she would. Yet the constant reminder of her problem, one in which she refuses to converse, left her aggravated to all ends. Her anxiety wishing to tug all of her own hair out from the words.

     “Sky, please get out–” Another plea, this time a more stern tone. With each button pushed, the scorpion felt nails growing and her boiling point overflowing. There was only so much she could take– usually being the patient one. “Skylar– I-I… I hate you.”

21.) My muse finds out a loved one of your muse has died, and has to tell them.

       Tragic news. Always was when another zodiac had fallen. Not much information was disclosed of the incident– something about attempting to run away from it all. One thing led to another, and the poor girl could no longer handle it. A terrible tragedy. And now she was left to dispel the news to the loved ones. 

      Fortunately only one close friend was home. The others who knows where they were. It was only up to her to break the bad news, but all her strength left her dreading the moment. It had to be done. To lose someone that close– it’ll take awhile to heal.

44.) Our muses on the run together.

     “Don’t forget the snacks–” Insert snarky comment from the male scorpion and a sarcastic grin in return, “I need them.” 

    It had been a month. A month of traveling between hotel rooms and driving non-stop. It all seemed so hazy. As if they had been going everywhere for years. Each day could be interrupted as vastly different from the others. Some were sitting in a grimy room for almost twenty-four hours. Others consisted of driving for hours then taking turns sleeping in their cramped vehicle. Sometimes she wished they could just hop on a train and go far away, unlikely, but it was a dream.

👏 : your muse hugging mine

      Melody had a long day at work-- a painful headache radiating all over to affect all of her. All she wished was to get home and relax, especially with Sparky right by her side. Either way, she’d enter her apartment to see Skylar playing with the fluffy dachshund. A small grin would be slightly noticeable, only to see that sense of normalcy. As she began to place down her purse and keys, she’d track attention, and that little pup would bounce up and down upon her.

     “Thank you,” A pat on her best friend’s head, soon looking back at Sky, “I appreciate it. A lot. Sometimes it’s hard to deal with him when I work for so long.” Almost out of the blue, arms would wrap around herself, almost gasping in shock. One stumble backwards had her shoe slip right off. 

👻 : seeing your muse scared

      It was a first. Her older sister never panicked nor fretted. She felt a very painful ache in her side, her resting upon the hospital bed. The crab heard of quick labors, but some could take many hours. And the blood-- it was unheard of. You only see that happen when something was wrong. Fortunately, the doctors said they had it under control, yet why did she feel so faint.

     Tiny digits searched for Gianna’s in a panic, sensing the fear she was experiencing. In that moment, her sister’s fears were much greater than her own. A faint smile given to reassure the twin, her thumb caressing the back of her hand. “I’m okay--” She wasn’t.

     Sometimes Cassie believed no one cared-- that anxiety tricking her, but she felt that admiration coming from her friend. As if she finally figured out that her love for her was not one-sided, and that she and the others weren’t just “putting up with her.” “There’s no reason to be scared--” A whimper, “Everything will be okay. And please-- keep this away from Vince and Tobias. They’ll know eventually... When they come back. When they do, we can all hang out. We’ll have a new member in our little family...” 

196. ❝Why is the rum always gone?❞

      A distorted face, pondering his cooking abilities. He had everything needed for that special delicacy. A dessert that’d surely knock the socks off of his guest. A sweet dessert, one that is also very savory. To acquire one more ingredient then he shall get started on the cake. But it was gone. 

     “Why is the rum always gone? I highly do need that for this recipe.” Peering over the side of the door pane, he’d awkwardly smile at the virgin. “Yes, I was going to make rum cake, yet I seem to be all out of it. Next time, I promise to make it.”

215. ❝You know, it’s crazy how wrong you can be about a person.❞

       With wide optics, he’d glance over the kitchen counter. Soon he’d notice the newbie at the other side, almost struggling to gather all plates. A sigh left through thick lips, a stride taken to head out towards the male’s side. Already he was just pondering how to make a conversation out of this.

      “You know, it’s quite crazy how wrong you can be about a person.” A chuckle, swiftly helping him with the plates and other materials. “I do not mean to bother, but I taken you as someone not so clumsy. It could be the height that is rather misleading.”