#outsider-in-chains

;; Grey’s Anatomy Starters

Your muse comes home covered in bruises. Send me “It’s nothing.” for my muse’s reaction.

The hallway door was already open when Kendra arrived home from work. It didn’t occur to her that she’d given Alice a key months ago before she’d vanished. All she could think of was people who had hurt her in the past had returned, this time to finish the job. Which was strange since she’d killed him last time. 

Regardless Kendra was shaking. She didn’t get out her phone. She didn’t call the cops. She got out her knife and hovered near the door. She wasn’t even sure she was willing to go in. Then she heard crying, soft barely audible crying. She made her decision.

Methodically moving around the apartment, mindful of the exit, she found Alice curled up against the wall and the couch crying, bruised. Hell of a welcome back into her life. 

It took Kendra a moment to recognize her, but the ribbon was distinct. She’d always been a prim and proper girl. Slowly, Kendra knelt at the edge of the couch. She smiled slightly, comfortingly she hoped, and she tried to bite down the anger. 

“Nice to see you too,” she whispered. “What happened? This isn’t nothing.”

My muse is dying in your arms. What do you say to them before they take their last breath?

♡ Send me a ship and I’ll tell you

Who accidentally pushes a door instead of pulling/vice versa: Kendra 100%

Who doodles little hearts all over the desk with their initials inside them: Alice probably

Who starts the tickle fights: Lol Kendra

Who starts the pillow fights: Probably Alice

Who falls asleep last, watching the other with a small affectionate smile: Kendra

Who mistakes salt for sugar: Alice

Who lets the microwave play the loud beeping sound at 1am in the morning: Kendra

Who comes up with cheesy pick up lines: Pfft Kendra

Who rearranges the bookshelf in alphabetical order: Alice

Who licks the spoon when they’re baking brownies: Kendra

Who buys candles for dinners even though there’s no special occasion: Alice

Who draws little tattoos on the other with a pen: Kendra

Who comes home with a new souvenir magnet every time they go on vacation: Alice

Send me a ➳ and I will generate a number from 1-300 (yes, 300!) for what my muse will say to yours

ULTIMATE SHIP MEME - Send my character a ❤ and I’ll fill in the form of what my character would do with yours.

BOLD YOUR CHOICES

Affectionate; Holding hands | Cheek kisses | Hugs from behind | Cuddling | Hand kiss | PDA | Spooning | Shared baths | Whispers | Affectionate texts | Caressing | Stroke hair | No displays of affection

Sex; Shower sex | Wall sex | Neck bites | Oral | Morning sex | Drunk sex | Public sex | Backseat of car | BDSM (under circumstances) | No sex

Dates;Picnic | Cinema | Restaurant | Sports game | Hike | Coffee | Museum | Club | Bar | Beach | No dates 

Would my character…

Send my muse “That’s messed up.” and I’ll generate an AU in which our muses are in a forbidden relationship.

Angel/Spiritual Being and Mortal: Touched by an angel.

Reapers were merely observers and arbitrators of their charge. They were not their guardians, nor their downfall. Though they could certainly contribute. There was no rule regarding that. Just as long as they didn’t alter their charges course directly, or prevent their death when it came time for it, they were free to do what they like. Thus there were though who whispered to their charge to make good choices trying to point them to some happiness or those who actively pointed their charge toward ruin to get the job done quicker. Kendra was of the former category. She was new (Alice was her first charge) and freshly dead. Thus, she had a fair amount of difficulty divorcing herself from Alice’s plight as she lost her mother, her sister, her boyfriend leaving her, her sister hating her, and her father just ignoring her very existence. She wanted to comfort her she just didn’t know how.

Reapers had various forms they could assume for practical purposes. A physical body, an ethereal one, and one that was meant only for the persons individual death because it was horrifying to behold. Currently, Kendra was ethereal sitting next to Alice close enough she could reach out and touch her if she wanted to, as the girl read her book. “What would make you happy?” she said to no one in particular frustrated at her charge. It had been so easy when she was a child. And she had raised her properly to, with lots of encouraging to make good choices. Good choices didn’t stop the bad things from happening though, or the guilt that came with it.

Maybe she needed some self esteem. A boy? As soon as Kendra felt the thought she found it revolting. She had let Alice, encourage Alice, to try a boy and that had gone terribly. No she did not want to share her Alice with nasty boys ever again.