@iicybitch

     ▹ The last note of his song still hung in the air after Archie had finished his new song for Veronica. It was a work in progress, something he was using to help sort through the confusing feelings he was having after the summer with Miss Grundy, Betty’s confession of love, and those pleasant minutes with the girl next to him in the closet. “So that’s... that’s it,” he spoke up rather lamely. Putting his feelings in words was something he seemed to only manage when there was music behind it. 

says the mun of every ‘villain’ muse ever. i relate to this with other muses smh

❝ It’s like sitting pretty at the end of the world. ❞

It wasn’t as if she were going to admit the imperfections of it all. The occasional worry that she held that she would fuck up and piss him off to the point that he’d ask her to leave, that he’d grow bored of her given that she was the oldest of the women he called his wives.

Archie expected the school to be gossiping about the new details on Jason’s death...or...murder as it was now called and when he walked through the doors that day....they did not disappoint. He pushed past groups of cheerleaders and football players, all people who tried to ask him about his opinion on the matter but they could barely get a word out of him. 

In fact, he barely said a word all morning until he found Veronica near her locker. Instantly, almost like a compass needle, his path changed and he walked over to her.