#marryinred

Three useless headcanons I have about our muses

Betelgeuse knows how to sew by hand and has mended several pairs of Lydia’s socks, unbeknownst to her. (He hates the very idea of her feet getting blisters.)

Lydia has a not so secret…secret polaroid collection of Betelgeuse doing super normal activities. These activities include but are not limited to: putting away dishes, fixing the window latch in her apartment, pushing a cart in a grocery store, texting on a cellphone (badly), and holding a lunch tray full of food from the college cafeteria. They each have their favorite polaroid shot, but Lydia doesn’t know that Betelgeuse knows of the collection.

“Sure, sure, I know this campus like th’ back of my hand,” Betelgeuse said with a smile, taking the schedule from her hands to see what class she was headed to.”Oh, yer headed t’ th’ Digital Photography course.” He handed the schedule back to her. “That’s in th’ Media Building across campus. It’s about a 10 or so minute walk from here.”

PROMPTS FROM BRIDE

     "That's life."

     And unlife, too.

     Betelgeuse peered at Lydia from behind a newspaper. He kept up to date with current events and happenings in the mortal world, even though they had no sway over his death because he liked feeling self-important. Evidently, sixty decades isn't enough to cure nostalgia. Even now, envy thrums throughout his fossilized bones at the sight of blood circulating under Lydia's white skin, tinging her cheeks peach. What he wouldn't do to blush like a schoolgirl! They have all the fun! Meanwhile, he's dead and ugly, and he can't quite figure out how to give the illusion that his hairline isn't running away from his forehead. Nobody finds it endearing when an old guy with worms bats his eyelashes at them. Now, if he were Lydia's age-

     Oh, that's right. She wants his wisdom. He'd been so occupied with his thoughts he'd momentarily forgotten all about her.

     Betelgeuse stares down the empty glass of his milkshake. He's thinking about ordering another one. Kind of awkward how they ran into one another at a grade-C diner; now she wants to vent when all he's thinking about are milkshakes.