#q: sofia

We’re fine. I think there’s always a part of me that’s going to be wary - then again, if you had to listen to your best friend cry herself to sleep over somebody for a week straight, you’d be on your guard too. But life is not black and white and we’re not put into categories of heroes and villains. It’s not that neat. I appreciate that she makes Jordan happy and she’s easy to talk to. I don’t think you’re going to get any better than that. @hqsofia

Thank you very much.

Thanks, Sofia. That’s really kind of you. I hope you get nominated next year too.

I’m still not her biggest fan but holding onto anger is doing nobody good.

O Juliet: I will write about my character’s feelings for yours. 

So whose this girl? Asks the nosy nurse from work that nobody likes, showing Steven an older picture of him and Sofia that she had snooped on Facebook.  “She’s a friend.  Someone I used to date.”  You guys were a cute couple.  She’s like way too pretty for you though.  He snuffed a laugh.  “We were good together.  We were a very practical kind of couple–the kind that made us look like old people who had been together forever.  But there wasn’t anything exciting about it anymore.”  Is that why you broke up?  “Not really… but then again, I guess so.  It was part of it.  That and because we were both in critical times in our careers so we didn’t have time for each other anymore.”  That’s sad.  “Yeah… I guess it is.”

Value Me: I’ll write a drabble about my character telling yours how they feel about them.

Late on a Friday night, Steven attended a fundraising event for a local charity.  He had reluctantly gone stag because of the last minute plans.  Before he knew it, one of the guests at the event had gotten him a little too tipsy.  Steven took a cab back to his house and was in the process of undressing when his phone fell from his back pocket.  Picking it up, he crossed his thumb over the screen to unlock it and dialed her number.  Hello?  “Hey… it’s me.  I may or may not have gotten hammered at this fundraising event tonight.  Does that make me a bad person?  I feel like it does… anyway, I don’t know why I’m calling… just thought of you.  What’re you doing?… I wish you were here right now.  We could chat and lay next to each other.  You know, hang out like we used to.  That was fun times right?  Yeah–well, sorry to wake you up.  K.  I’ll be fine… just, ok… good night.”

« : memory from the past with your character

♚ : for a confessing voicemail

send ☁  and my muse will admit a dirty thought they’ve had about yours

“Small waist, wide hips — you can go deep with a figure like that, y’know? Maybe we can just pretend for an evening. We’ll meet up as usual, drown a bottle of wine or two accompanied by some flirtatious remarks and light brushes of the skin. You’ll turn your head and our lips will touch, then the bottles will fall to the floor. I’ll have you laid out on the dining room table, hard wood against your back and front, my body hovering over you with your legs wrapped around me, then our glossy eyes will meet and we’ll be gone. Just for an evening, of course.”

send ♬ and I’ll tell you what song reminds my muse of yours.