#strawberette

The walk back to their apartment had been tense, quiet. The moment they got inside, however, Santiago turned on his bodyguard. "Dios, why were you such fucking pendejo to that fan? She was muy bonita, Don. And harmless. You saw that outfit. Where the fuck was she gonna keep a weapon? Huh?"

Edgar was jolted awake by thrashing next to him. It took a moment for his brain to register his surroundings. Light seeped past the curtains. It was Art and Christian's bedroom, the morning after their argument. It was only the muffled groan in the room that reminded Edgar that he'd been suddenly awoken. Glancing over, Art was tossing and turning in his sleep, drenched in sweat. Christian was nowhere to be found, likely called into work.

Brows furrowed with concern, Edgar sat up and turned to put his hands on the other. "Archie, wake up," he called out, concern welling in his chest. "Babe, it's just a nightmare. Wake up." He gently shook Art as he called to him, letting out a breath he didn't realize he'd been holding once the other's eyes flickered open. "It's just a nightmare," he repeated softly, reaching up to cup Art's cheek with a hand.

He tapped his foot in annoyance, gaze firmly on his watch as each second passed. Hearing the door to Dorothy's office open behind him, he did not bother looking to see who it was. "You're late," he remarked, tone expressing his exact disdain for being kept waiting.

James wandered around the park, shaking a bag of catnip as he held a carrier in his other hand. He glanced between trees and into the branches, every once in a while making meowing noises. As he neared a particular bench, he slowed down, heart beginning to race. He stared, as if transfixed, until something touched his shoulder.

He let out a loud yell, hand dropping the bag of nip and going instinctually to where his service weapon would normally be as he turned around to face whoever it was. It took a moment in his panic to realize it was Noah, looking concerned. "Oh uh, hey, kid."

Edgar shuffled into the Academy teacher's lounge, stifling a large yawn. His sleep quality had been tanking ever since he first thought about the trial, but after all the stress of the weekend he felt like he'd hardly slept at all. Seeing Bev making a cup of coffee for herself, Edgar made his way behind her and laid his forehead against the back of her shoulder. "I've really fucked up, Bevvie," he said in greeting.

🌙 - Our muses bump into each other and suddenly my muse becomes their shared dream supernatural version

"No you don't understand," he gripped Jonah's arm tightly, tighter than a human should be able to grip, a weird shift in his entire being overtaking "I need to get out of the sunlight, now." And he dragged the other towards the closest spot of shade he could find.

🤐 — Our muses bump into each other and my muse cannot lie.

Maxie had spotted the man as he made his way through the bazaar, stopping in line for one of the food stalls, and he stood behind him, obnoxiously close until his order had been taken, at which point Maxie slipped to his side. The minute their shoulders brushed, Maxie opened his mouth to speak, but the words that came out weren't the ones he'd intended to.

"Y'know I had a really intense sex dream about your partner recently."