#harlsquinns

gone :   my  muse  stays  by  your  muses  side  while  they  take  their  last  breath.

It was quick. She had been laughing and suddenly Harley’s laughter was no more. The world never felt so silent. Time had never stood this still. Selina never felt this-- “HARLEY!” The gun shot that had filled the air continued ringing in her ears as she tossed her opponent to the side and ran toward her best friend. “Kitten...Harley....Harls please. Hold it together.” Harley had survived worse. She had gone through it all. Surely this couldn’t be it. There wasn’t a world, a universe where Selina ever imagined she’d be without her best friend. “Babygirl...please...” She picked up her friend’s body into her arms, brushing away the pink, blue, and blonde locks away from her face. “Hey...heyyy.” She smiled through tears and cradled her closely to her chest. “You’re not going anywhere, okay? Pam--Pam’s coming now. She’s...you gotta stay awake for us, kitten. You just have to.” She begged and pleaded and cried and Selina felt the tightening in her neck, her carotid artery pulsating aggressively against her neck. “You die, I die. Remember? Remember? Harley! Remember we said that back at Arkham! HARLEY!” But she wouldn’t react. Not a smile, not a laugh, not a single joke to reassure Selina she was okay. Harley was gone. Just like that. 

She felt the click behind her head and Selina placed her best friend’s body on the ground gently before turning around and wrapping her hand around the revolver the press it even harder against her forehead. “You killed her.” She never felt so much hatred. “You killed my best friend!” As if he’d care. She was just another casualty in this stupid war and Selina was tired. With one swift move, she disarmed the opponent, taking the gun from his hand and pointing it at his chest as she rose slowly from her position. 

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♬ -- a song that makes me think of our ship

Girls Like Girls by Hayley Kiyoko

I know it’s a horribly overused song, but this is the first song I ever reblogged about Isarley, on my old Isabella blog. It will always make me think of these two, and Isa’s original gay panic.at a party (admittedly, I can’t remember which party, but I remember that amazing thread.) I can’t hear this song without thinking of my precious girls!

♭ – a song that reminds my muse of yours

So This is Love by Ilene Woods

Isabella loves old music, and this song encapsulates her feelings for Harley perfectly. When she’s in her gayer moments, she accepts that she feels a kind of love for Harls, different and separate to what she feels for Edward. As she’s healed from the trauma of the farmhouse, she has come to accept that she does love Harls, and she’s really tackling her internalised homophobia.

♮ -- a song that shows how my muse feels about yours

The Only Exception by Paramore

And I’m back at it with my grossly overused and cliche songs! But seriously, this song just sums up Isabella’s feelings for Harley to a T. Isa thought she would never be able to fall in love with anyone besides Edward, or feel anything remotely like what she feels for him. But Harley is proof that she can. And, as she said herself, “it’s not all women, it’s just Harley.” Harley is the exception to everything -- Isabella’s heterosexual, Isabella’s Ed-sexuality, and Isabella’s inability to love in a healthy way.

♯ -- your muse’s ringtone in mine’s phone

Call Me by Blondie

Are they fashionable? What does this character wear on a daily basis? Do they have a special outfit they like to wear? 

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Watching him from this distance, seeing him talk to other people, socialise, have fun, was a kind of emotional masochism. It was like he was a world away, unreachable, untouchable. She loved watching him, especially because she knew he would never be this candid and happy around her, but it hurt too. She drummed her fingertips on her glass, and sighed. Whoever he was talking to didn’t realise how lucky they were to make him laugh like that.

She knew that she had to go and find Harley eventually, and make up an excuse about why she’d slipped away. Her friend wouldn’t be happy, if she knew what she’d been doing for the past ten minutes, but she decided to give herself another five more minutes. Without taking her eyes from Edward, she leaned forwards on her knees, and held the stem of her glass with both hands.

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