#phcnic

what your muse’s name is in mine’s phone

“1st Battle person” probably because she doesn’t actually know his name yet and he challenged her when she just moved into Agron.

what your muse’s picture is in mine’s phone

...it was probably taken randomly. She didn’t bother asking him for a proper picture... it actually looks like he was in the middle of saying something in the pic.

what your muse’s ringtone is in mine’s phone

She picked some random song for that

my muse’s last text to your muse

[ Text - 1st Battle Person ] - Yo! How’re things over @ that side of Agron?

[ Text - 1st Battle Person ] - Oh yeah, I feel like battling lately

     The party is horrendously boring. 

     Of course, he hadn’t expected anything less, considering that he’s attended enough of these events to conclude them to be nothing but dull and tiring. His father had forced him to walk through those doors like royalty, one of the very few to arrive with a red carpet. Now, if he’s fortunate ( a long run, if he’s asked, but he can try nonetheless ), he’ll be able to survive the evening without being recognised. The worst care scenario is having to plan an escape route in order to avoid getting caught, although that would more or less require him to leave. 

     In other circumstances, the idea is vastly tempting. As for tonight, however, he has other plans. One he’d like to enjoy, if he allows himself. 

     Stealing a drink from the tray, he takes a sip, in the hopes of regaining the confidence he’d left behind. After nights of exchanging texts to arrange a meeting for the evening, Jupiter has been careful, although he’s also undeniably eager. Shy, perhaps, would be the better word. 

     Once he spots Evan among the crowd, he places the glass back on the table and walks forward. 

【✉】Really? Mmm... That might be for the best.

【✉】You did show me how to do some really weird things last night!

meme.

     A typical routine of Jupiter Thorne is to avoid skin contact as much as possible. Ordinarily, back then, the outcome would simply be a scowl of distaste, perhaps even a push to set the person in the other direction. It’s no secret that Jupiter doesn’t want to be touched; it comes with the territory, build up enough walls and soon enough, human contact is more of an option rather than a requirement. 

     Now, however, things have changed. Scowls are expected, but more than that - human contact is the fastest way to make Jupiter flinch. That’s why, when Evan offers the suggestion despite his endearing innocence, Jupiter can’t help but prepare himself for the inevitable result. 

     But - 

     As soon as he moves closer to Evan to provide and accept some heat, his body only calms, his heartbeat turning into a quiet hum. Jupiter is leaning his back against the other’s shoulder, slowly curling inwards to wrap a restful arm around Evan’s stomach. If he angles himself closer to Evan’s chest, he might heat the other’s heartbeat, the way he breathes while Jupiter is close to his body. 

     But ruled by his fear, Jupiter chooses to stay still. He resists the urge to tangle their legs together. He tries - rather desperately - to focus on the movie they’re watching. But Jupiter can only hear silence: Evan’s slightly ragged breathing, the silence of their heartbeats, the pulse of their muscles. 

     And how, for some odd reason, Jupiter doesn’t shrink away from the other. Instead, he sinks into comfort, the heat, and more than that -