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send me    “ unexpected guest “   for my muse  ( receiver’s )   to find your muse  ( sender’s )   asleep in mine’s bed,  injured and exhausted,  after having broken into my muse’s home.// accepting

      He wasn’t drunk, but he was pleasantly buzzed. So much so he didn’t get too grouchy when the tenant he ended up sharing the elevator with prattled on about hearing a window break nearby. Possibly in this very building! John side-eyed him as the man complained about it being highly unlikely that anyone would call the cops. When John lazily drawled the query as to why they didn’t, the older man just shrugged. ‘Ahhhh, what do I know? Coulda been an accident and I don’t wanna get anyone arrested cuz of some bad luck.’

     Honestly, he loved New York.

     However, the story lingered in the back of his mind as he unlocked the door to his apartment and was struck with a strange sense of apprehension. It would be just his luck, wouldn’t it? John felt the chill and couldn’t quite decide if it was good that he was just pissed enough not really be concerned or if it decidedly wasn’t because he was just pissed enough to really not care if a stanger came screaming out from some dark corner.

     What awaited him was an entirely different kind of shock. His vision was a little soft around the edges, so the mess in bed didn’t make much sense at first. The glass on the floor, the red-clad figure in his bed, and horned helmet next to them. It was messy scarlet hair, all but illuminated by the moonlight, that clicked everything back into focus.

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‘ 911? yes, hello, I’ve just been ju-jitzed ’

**        it was a bleary reach for his phone, hand smacking lazily over his nightstand until he remembered that he had three sisters and a matt to worry about. he pulled the phone up to his ear and stumbled through a messy greeting before pausing, the cogs in his brain moving slowly as it tried to process the sentence, head lolling to the side as panic abated itself just slightly. 

Elektra knows it’s him from the second she hears the creak of the window opening, letting the frigid night air into her bedroom enough to stir the pages of the magazine set in front of her. 

She hadn’t been sleeping either. 

Instead she’s perched on her bed in her silk robe, hair still wet from her shower ( an unsuccessful attempt to chase drowsiness ) as she reads some mindless drivel about celebrities she didn’t know while rubbing moisturiser diligently into her smooth legs. 

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