#terminusofthelost

will bold what they see

Chase:I would kill you. ✧ I would physically hurt you. ✧ I would attack you unprovoked. ✧ I would manipulate you. ✧ I dislike you. ✧ You annoy me. ✧ You scare me. ✧ You intimidate me. ✧ I hope I intimidate you. ✧ I pity you. ✧ You disgust me. ✧ I hate you. ✧ I’m indifferent toward you. ✧ I’d like to get to know you better. ✧ I’d like to spend more time with you. ✧ I’d like to be friends with you. ✧ I’m unsure what to think of you. ✧ I’m unsure how I feel about you. ✧ You are my friend. ✧ You are my best friend. ✧ You are my mentor. ✧ I look up to you. ✧ I respect you. ✧ You are my hero. ✧ You inspire me. ✧ You are my enemy. ✧ You make me happy. ✧ I want to protect you. ✧ I would fight by your side. ✧ I consider you an equal. ✧ I think you are beneath me. ✧ I think you are above me. ✧ I would lie for you. ✧ I would lie to you. ✧ I would sleep with you. ✧ I would sleep by your side. ✧ I would hug you. ✧ I would kiss you. ✧ You are family to me. ✧ I would die for you. ✧ I would kill for you. ✧ I would trust you with my life. ✧ I would trust you with my most precious belonging. ✧ I would trust you with a secret. ✧ I would trust you with my biggest / darkest secret. ✧ I love you (platonically). ✧ I love you (romantically).

Phoe was stumbling home from the bar, it hadn’t been last call but the night was going nowhere. She had a couple hopeful randoms, but the one ended up passing out trying to keep up with her drinking. The other had put his hands on her neck more than once even after warning him and she left him hard and wanting in the bathroom stall. Fucking bitch. She had snorted at that as she walked off, her footsteps a little unsteady as she made her way out of the club. 

She was walking past a slew of bars, her boot coming untied after the long day and night. Stopping in front of some dive bar she had never been to she leaned down to retie it. The music from inside blaring as a lyric of a song caught her attention. 

It's a quarter after one, I'm all alone and I need you now.

Well that had caught her attention, her brow furrowing as she stayed down on one knee listening to the rest of the song. 

Another shot of whiskey, can't stop looking at the door. Wishing you'd come sweeping in the way you did before.

Her mind couldn’t help but go to Xander at that, a scoff leaving her. She didn’t even like the man, but he was around, he came back, he was there when the loneliness seemed to swallow her whole. 

And I don't know how I can do without. I just need you now.

Fuck that, she didn’t need him. Yes you do. Another voice in her head betraying her as she pulled out the phone. The next line nearly taking her breath away, feeling like it was made just for her. 

Guess I'd rather hurt than feel nothing at all.

Fuck. Sliding through her contacts until she found his. That Asshole. 

[Text: That Asshole] Hey [Text: That Asshole] You up?

It's a quarter after one, I'm all alone and I need you now. And I said I wouldn't call but I'm a little drunk and I need you now. And I don't know how I can do without. I just need you now

[Text: That Asshole] My place? [Unsent Text: That Asshole] I need you now   

Send me “talk about us” and my muse will tell your muse…

What they define their relationship with your muse as:

“Fuck Buddies… I guess.” 

Something they like about your muse:

He comes back.  “Nothing?” 

Something they dislike about your muse:

He knows just how to hurt me. “Everything?” 

Their first impression of your muse:

"HERPES!”

Their impression of your muse now:

Please don’t leave. “Uhm… booty call #4?” 

How they feel about your muse:

"He’s an asshole.” Please don’t go.. 

Something they are hiding from your muse:

Everything? My Family? My Magic? How Lonely I am? “I’m really a dude?” 

Something they wish they could to tell your muse: