#thefrenchflower

and that’s what you missed on glee

diana, may I just say?

☏ HOW ABOUT A VOICE MESSAGE FROM MY MUSE?

“Daisy, hey. It’s Bea. You’ve probably been keeping your distance from me lately, not that I can blame you. I just wanted to tell you that I’m–… sorry about cutting a chunk of your hair off. I didn’t keep it and frame it or do anything weird like that, I actually threw it in the fire. It was a dare and it won’t happen again… hopefully. So…” There is a short pause. “Yeah. Again, I’m sorry. If it makes you feel better, I have a pair of scissors. Stop by my room. You can give me a full blown bad haircut. We’ll call it even.” There is another pause. “I’ll talk to you later. Or not. Or whatever.” The message ends.

∞ A RANDOM HEADCANON ABOUT MY MUSE AND OURS.

∞: A random headcanon about my muse and yours.

▲  five time my muse thought about kissing yours, and the one time they did.

Witty banter and sexual tension filled the room as the two sat together, talking all night and playing a little game. It wasn’t much of a game, just mindless flirting that meant nothing. The two didn’t want to actually be together, but flirting just because they could. Despite this the flirting worked, and he occasionally found himself leaning in with some words. Kissing her was an option, but he decided for that night he wouldn’t do it.

Things were proving to be too much for Daisy, news of more loss and betrayal in her family bringing tears to her eyes. He couldn’t help but move towards her in comfort, taking her into his arms knowing it was all he could do. When he looked into her blue eyes, tears forming in them, he wanted to move in and kiss them away. He wouldn’t do that to her when she was so vulnerable, so he just let her rest in his arms until she felt better.

Drunken nights were always the nights Zachary let himself indulge sexually, and the two drinking were just more proof of that. He continuously found himself leaning in to kiss her, hands roaming around her body, but the little bit of soberness still in him kept him back. Thankfully her drunken self decided to leave before he could do anything.

It was a normal day the next time he thought of kissing Daisy. Just another day of the two friends talking together about whatever it was that came up. Work, mystery, family, anything and everything. Just looking at her made him want to lean down and press his lips against hers, made him want to wrap his arms around her waist. He knew self control, so that’s what he did, he controlled himself from doing so and just let them continue their conversation.

She hated him, or she was acting like it. He had kept secrets, and she was tired of all the secrets everyone kept. He could understand why, but he hated how she shouted and used him to let her anger out. He wanted to kiss her to shut her up, show he cares about her and that secrets don’t matter. He wouldn’t, so he let her yell and he fought back and they parted ways. Maybe things would be different next time.

And they were, different that is. The next time they saw each other they both apologized for the way they were acting the last time they had spoken. Her apology was a verbal one, his was physical as he leaned down and kissed her. He had waited so long, but he was finally going to and he finally did.

☁  five times my muse has thought about yours, and the one time they do something about it.

As he retreated back to his room after first meeting Daisy French she would not leave his mind. Everything about her stayed in his mind, repeating the conversation they had just had. Something about the girl was interesting, he saw a part of her he related to but he knew she was so much more than him. She was better, not to mention wittier. than him. He went to bed with her still in his mind, the next morning she was gone.

As he did research on the French family Daisy continued to pop in his mind, which was only natural considering it was part of her family. He wondered if he could ask her about her family, but he didn’t need her to ask any questions. So he didn’t ask, but the rest of that day he thought of her and the next time he’d see her again.

After the next event that left everyone in attendance with shock and fear Zach found himself thinking of Daisy French and worrying about how she was handling it all. Maybe he should find her, talk to her, ask how she was feeling. The two weren’t too close though, he was sure she’d have other people, and he decided not to contact her that night.

He thought of her again when the dares began to grow worse, hearing some that she had about pregnancy. Was she really pregnant or was it all a dare? Even if he asked she couldn’t tell him, but he still felt the urge to call her and ask her. He wouldn’t, just by seeing things online and in the group chat he decided not to add onto her troubles. He continued to think about her and her possible pregnancy, regretting not calling her.

The two had talked again, leaving him with her in his mind once again. Friendship was such an odd thing, such a thing he hadn’t had in so long. Was this how normal friendship was when it was developing? Them constantly in your mind with you wondering when you’d see them again. He reassured himself that was how it went, and he continued to do that the rest of the night.

∞: A random headcanon about my muse and yours.