#themuscs

          #  from val !

          @themuscs​     ✦     CELL PHONE HEADCANONS

WHAT YOUR MUSE’S NAME IS IN MINE’S PHONE:           val  🥰 

WHAT YOUR MUSE’S PICTURE IS IN MINE’S PHONE:

WHAT YOUR MUSE’S RINGTONE IS IN MINE’S PHONE:           YELLOW   —   by coldplay

MY MUSE’S LAST TEXT TO YOUR MUSE:

&& here I thought cossette would be the one who never swore !

 She handed the girl a bit of bread, putting a hand on her hip. “You slow down now, else you’ll choke.”

   ‘ please don’t think i’m IGNORING you. ‘ 

     “Life is full of choices. No one ever mentions FEAR.”

     “....eponine.” the name comes so suddenly, so unexpected, memory pulled up sharp from out of nowhere. from a shadow-land she had forced herself into forgetting, the time before papa had come to take her away from the cold and the dark. there had been other children there too, children with warm-enough clothes, and hats, and dolls. children she had so longed to be like, to be, and the name came spilling forth with some expression of the other girl’s face as cosette took the letter from her hand. with her other hand, now, she reaches out to grasp one of eponine’s, strange, she thinks. once it had been eponine’s hand that had been clean and soft, cosette’s dirty and rough. now they are reversed, and time seems to spill out around them. wide-eyed, cosette looks into the face of the thenardier girl, and there is no resentment there. no fear, no anger. only worry, only gratitude : for having brought this letter to her, this news of her marius. “be careful.”