✖: the last thing my muse says to yours before leaving for good
reina doesn’t want to leave him. he’s the only good thing in her life, seeing as god abandoned her too, at this point. they’re sitting on her roof, watching the summer sun set, before reina has to leave and try to sleep and think about how she’s going to try and raise a baby on her own, she’s going to try and live her life without sam. she could have had it all. reina could have gone to university, and started a family, and begin her career as a makeup artist. she reaches for his hand, holding it for one last time. despite the summer heat, she’s queasy ( though, she’s unsure if it’s the pregnancy or her g u i l t. ) her hands are cold and clammy, and sam takes note of that. he looks at her in the eye, really looks at her like he’s trying to find the answer to an unasked question somewhere in her iris. “i’m fine.” reina blurts out, before he even has the chance to open his mouth. “just a summer cold, that’s all.” he nods, but he’s not really agreeing with her. she ends up with her head on his lap, and his hand between her shoulders, rubbing comforting circles into the covered skin there. but eventually, the sun does set. the orange sky turns dark blue, and she can hear her mother yelling for her to come back inside, it’s getting cold. reina stands up, and wraps her arms around his torso. he hugs back, but not with as much eagerness as reina. he’s probably worried. “i’m fine!” she smiles, to prove it. “i promise, sam, i’m fine. now – go home, get some sleep. i promise i’m alright.” reina presses her lips to his cheek. “go, i’ll be fine, i promise. i’ll see you tomorrow, sammy. i’m okay. i love you.” she watches him hop off of her roof, and jog down the road. when she turns around, she sees he left his sweater, black with what she thinks is a toothpaste stain on the front. reina wants to tug it over her head, and fall asleep in it, but if she does that it won’t smell like sam anymore. reina clutches it to her chest, climbing back into her bedroom and tucking his sweater into a cardboard box, nestled right beside a framed picture of them from her seventeenth birthday.
☏: my muse’s reaction to getting a phone call from the hospital about your muse
she’s working, she’s in the bathroom of the brothel getting ready for another client when her phone rings from the bottom of her purse. it’s a blur, then, what happens next. they ask for reina takahashi because SAM is asking for reina takahashi, and she hasn’t been reina takahashi since she was eighteen. kash is cold, her lungs in her throat and her head hanging low and her legs want to run to him but she’s stuck in place, her vision fogging over as she shakes over the sink. it’s sam’s voice then, saying he misses her and reina can’t help herself then, she falls to the floor with her phone clutched in her hand, and “ – sam, i’m so fucking sorry ican’tgobackican’tgobackican’tgobackican’t – “ heaving sobs make their way out of her body, as images of the hospital flash back to her. the blood, and the nurses, and the constantly sunny weather, she can’t go back. “i love you so much i can’t – sam, i’m so sorry, i can’t go back. “
☯: what my muse says to yours after they haven’t spoken for five hours since a fight
he’s silent, he’s sitting on his porch with a beer bottle in his right hand and his head hanging low. he’s quiet when she sits beside him too, maybe he’s ignoring the fact that she’s wearing his favorite t-shirt. “iloveyou.” she blurts out, trying to make eye contact with eyes glued to the pavement. “i know what it’s like to not speak with you – it’s been three years, and not speaking to you for five hours is just … it’s too close to home. so i’m – i’m sorry, i didn’t mean to hurt you i just, you gotta know that i don’t want to hurt you. i know you don’t want me selling … selling myself, and i know you don’t get why i left like i did, and if you really want me to, i’ll stop working at the brothel.” his eyes are on her now, and she grins. “i’m – i’m not going to stop selling drugs, because a lot of people are going to be pissed, and i’m in more debt that i thought was humanly possible – but i guess it wouldn’t be so bad if i stopped working at the brothel.” she scoots closer to him, wrapping an arm around his broad shoulders and resting her head on his shoulder. “i love you.”
♒: my muse’s reaction to finding your muse bruised and beaten on their doorstep
she’s coming home after a long day of working, feet and hands sore, and her eyes red with how tired she is. she’s so tired that she almost does’t think about the body waiting for her, but then she sees that it’s sam. her legs pick up, sprinting the short distance until her shaking hands are searching his body for more wounds that she can’t see. “jesus sam, what the fuck happened?” she wants to wipe away the tears pooling down her chin, but her hands are tainted red with sam’s blood. kash’s stomach drops as she takes in the sight of his face, she’s lucky that his eyes are alright, but she can’t tell if the blood is coming from his nose, or his mouth, or both. kash tugs him inside, sitting him on the toilet in her dinky bathroom as she hovers over him with an alcohol pad. she dabs at his cuts, as he holds an ice pack to a really bad bruise on his collarbone. kash does what she can to stitch him back up again, to wipe away his blood and hold him close and try and take away his pain in the floor of her bathroom because she can’t go back to the hospital again, she can’t go back and be in the same building where she lost her child and herself.
⚈: my muse’s reaction to finding drugs in your muse’s handbag
it’s not like reina means to go snooping around in his backpack, she’s just looking for a couple coins so that she can go find some hubba bubba but what she finds instead is what looks like pencil case but is actually stuffed with joints and a blue bic lighter. to be honest, this is probably better. she’s wanted to get high with him ever since things finally settled down and, well, maybe god hadn’t completely abandoned her after all. “i didn’t know you smoked weed,” reina says, plopping herself down into his lap. she really should, he smokes regular cigarettes and he drinks and he has a criminal record so -- it should have been obvious. she holds a joint between her lips as she lights it, inhaling the smoke and letting her body go lax. kash leans her head on sam’s shoulder, one hand on his chest, looking up at him with big, doe eyes. “wanna shotgun?”
