#soft-prussian-blue

Your Muse Has Been Missing For X Amount Of Years. Send “I’m Coming Home” For My Muse’s Reaction To Finding A Voicemail On Their Phone Of Yours Saying Just That

Madd gave a long sigh as she filled her mug with coffee. Tough morning? Well, it was going to be considering the meeting she would attend in an hour. And she was still barefoot and in pajamas, despite it. Probably going to say she felt sick or something as an excuse.

She began to make her way back to her room when a buzzing from the table caught her attention. A call? At this hour? If it was America–

The distinctive sound of the call going to voicemail. She picked her her phone lazily and let the recording play, muttering, “Someone better dead, dying, or leaving me a ton of–”

‘I’m coming home.’

Her eyes widened and the next thing she knew, a shattering sound rang through the air. But at the moment all she could think was– “Pru…G-Gil…you’re alive…!”

This strange feeling came over her, like some intense pressure on her chest had suddenly vanished. She stumbled back and hit the wall, sliding down until she was sitting on the floor. She dropped the phone, running a hand through her hair.

He was alive…

A laugh escaped her lips, a relieved one. Then another and another until she was left a laughing, crying mess.

Your Muse Has Been Missing For X Amount Of Years. Send “I’m Coming Home” For My Muse’s Reaction To Finding A Voicemail On Their Phone Of Yours Saying Just That

It was the ringing of the phone that woke Selma up. She groggily looked at it on the side table from where she was on the sofa. “Ugh…” she groaned and reached out to the phone.

She finally managed to grasp it and put it to her her, checking the voicemail. ”God fucking dammit, better not be Italy--” she started to grumble when the voice interrupted her…

…and consequently had her shrieking in surprise and falling off the couch. She grabbed the phone and pressed it against her ear. “S…Say it again.” As if the phone could hear her, her pressing the button to make the voice mail repeat.

A hand settled over her heart as she heard the statement repeated. “A-again,” she demanded, tears now starting to well up in her eyes.

He was alive…

“Again.”

He was alive, he was coming back!

“Again.” The statement repeated over and over again, but she didn’t care. She just needed to make sure that was she heard, who she heard was real, that i wasn’t just some figment of her imagination.

Tears began to flow freely now, her voice coming out in a choked sob, “I’m so glad you’re okay, Bruder.”

Send 🍸 for my muse to try to drunkenly seduce yours

Maybe she shouldn’t have wound up drinking so much. Normally able to hold her alcohol pretty well, Madd was just hopeless now. She tried to regain her sense of balance as she staggered around then bumped int someone. And a grin spread a cross her face.

“Heeyyy, baaaaabe~!” She practically sang out, laughing as she wrapped her arms around Gilen and nuzzled her head again his chest. “Mm, why’re ya so tense, eh?” She looked up at him and moved a little so their lips were almost a hair’s breadth apart, stroking his face lightly as she crooned, “Loosen up a bit~ Or do ya wan’ me t’help with that…?”

Send me a ‘♪♫’ and my muse will pick a song that they would sing with your muse in a karaoke bar.

“You have no idea how fun it would be to do that one Macklemore song, Can’t Hold Us. Maybe because I’d like to see ya try the rap though hearing you do the chorus part sounds fun too…”

Send me a ☠ to hear what my muse would say to your muse’s grave.

Pretend that fading away thing we talked about happened before this

Send me a ‘♪♫’ and my muse will pick a song that they would sing with your muse in a karaoke bar.

“Definitely Like I’m Gonna Lose You, in all honesty.” She’ll insist it’s because it’s ‘a good song’.

As soon as the clock hit 12:00 am, Selma was already jumping into her car and driving to Gilen’s house. Chewing her lip the entire time because she was trying to piece together in her mind what she wanted to say the minute she saw him and make sure it wasn’t anything too stupid sounding. Nearly getting into a crash because she couldn’t focus on the road.

Whatever situation, she managed to arrive at his house. She got off and slowly made her way to the door. She hesitated in knocking, wondering if today, made he would want to spend his time alone, but at the same time, she just couldn’t bear the thought of leaving him by himself on such a painful day for him.

So, she knocked.

❣- What calms your muse down?☁- What kind of weather does your muse consider the best one☺- Something that makes your muse happy

1) Usually a nice bottle of Johnnie Walker or a cup of hot chocolate will do. If not, stroking her back works perfectly fine too. She just has to trust the person enough or she might end up either getting more worked up.

2) She loves snowy weather, but when it’s nice and light–she’ll say it’s the prettiest kind of weather there is.

3) Alone time, Kuma, food, being around people she cares about, snow, hockey, food, snow days, walks in forests, animals, and food.