#haleenforcer

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😭 : seeing your muse crying

Send me a ☆ for my muse’s reaction to waking up to yours holding their hand after having been unconscious in the hospital for days.

She’s never been on this side of the hospital before. In and out to get packs, see other people who are mortal who she called friend, but never in a bed herself.

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🌙 : seeing your muse outside alone during nighttime

Scott frowned as he watched James. He didn’t know what he was thinking out, but he could make a pretty educated guess. He was thinking about his son, still obsessing about him in Eichen House and trying to break him out. The young alpha joined him out side, grabbing his arm to still him and pull him closer.

send ‘😴🔄’ for your muse to fall asleep in my muses bed

in a universe where everyone is born with numbers on their wrists counting down to when they’ll meet their soulmate, send me 00:00:00 for my muse’s reaction to their numbers hitting zero when they meet yours.

Eden had never expected to get her number. She was over 400, and Lucian never had one. She assumed that being a vampire, which meant being technically dead, meant not getting one or having a soul mate. That was something for the living to enjoy.

But then, one day, like magic, it appeared on her skin. But it’s....odd. Her clock only had a few years on it and not nearly enough time. And she wasn’t a pedophile, she has no interest in a child (though she supposed to her everyone was a child). But the clock stayed, and ticked away, until it got down to the last few seconds when she met James.

She was confused, at first. He was a grown man, not a child, so why had her clock not started when he was born? Why did it start so late in his life and not the beginning like everyone else? But she doesn’t question it, too much anyway.

send me ‘♡’ for a ship aesthetic of our muses.