#idontfeelready

Isaac finds your muse sitting outside in the rain, upset and crying

  It was late and he was tired, but he heard something. Outside in the rainy night, with thunder and lightning, somehow he heard something that was just off. A cry. Not a whimper or a sniffle. A cry, or a sort of wail. Either way, as he tired to get his mind off of the storm that he hated so much, he heard it and he couldn't ignore it. He never ignored something like that.

  Isaac grabbed a jacket and pulled it over his shoulders, wondering just who he would find outside that door. The next crack of lightning made him jump, the boom of thunder only adding to his racing heart. Despite his hatred of thunderstorms, he opened the door.

  But he wasn't prepared to see the boy that he had grown so fond of crying on the front step. No, he didn't think to find him here. A stranger, maybe. Someone who had just broken down in a strange place when everything was wet and creepy and dark. Not the person who was really there, sitting on his front step.

  Instantly, Isaac takes off his jacket and hangs it on the shoulders of the other, his eyebrows furrowed in concern as he takes a seat next to him. He's become dizzy from the flashing lights, but he doesn't look it. 

Lemme list some things I love about my baes

Send me "How'd you get this?" For my muses reaction to yours tracing one of their scars and asking how they got it.

Normally, Piper would've yanked herself out of his touch. Maybe brush it off and ask him not to touch her shoulder blade, or her back in general. Instead, she decided to be honest for a change, even if it meant admitting she had done something wrong. 

Altered state text (drunk)