//Rusalye//

"A flat," Rusalye repeats.

That must be nice. Four walls. He wondered what it was like to go to bed at night knowing you have four walls to shield the biting wind. To have a little silver key promising safety and a home. A place to call your own.

His heart twinged. How nice of this stranger to take it upon herself to make sure he was okay. For all she knew he could be as high as a kite on drugs or hiding from a gang.

Of course, he wasn’t doing either of those. But he had done something much worse.

"Yes a flat.’ Mel replied looking at him, "Now do you want to tell me why you were trying to drink yourself into a coma and looking for a fight or should I just make a guess?"

"Well, uh, the fight part was unintentional," he slowly shifted himself into the backseat of her car, " but I guess there's just a lot to forget," a cruel smile curled on his lips.

"Why are you helping me?"

She has a point. “Fair enough,” he mumbles. This girl seemed more than just physically tough. She was as hard as steel, as far as he could tell.

He smiles slightly at her retort, unable to quip anything back, he moves on. “Where are you planning on taking me?”

"First to my car- if you throw up in my car you’re going to wish I knocked you out again and then to my flat where you can sober up and I can make sure you don’t have a concussion. I think that’s more than a fair deal." She replied opening the door to her car, "Get in or I can throw you in the trunk."

"A flat," Rusalye repeats.

His heart twinged. How nice of this stranger to take it upon herself to make sure he was okay. For all she knew he could be as high as a kite on drugs or hiding from a gang.

Of course, he wasn't doing either of those. But he had done something much worse.

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#inthemind

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"No, no wait-" he gasps, "it's-it's...I didn't mean to-"

//Hey dear just wanted to let you know that I hope you are well on your hiatus.

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Don’t make everyone know about your sadness.

John Steinbeck (via times-are-hard-to-handle)

Magic Anons (Pt.2)

A new week, a new set of anon things to send me »please«

Jealous: Muse becomes extremely jealous of another muse for an extremely ridiculous reason of the anon’s choosing. Can last up to five days max.

Power: Fear me mortals, for I am almighty! Mwahaha. Muse goes mad with power for as long as the anon wants.

Chaos: It’s a mad house! A mad house I say! Muse’s personality gets flipped backwards for three days. The timid turn mighty, the charismatic turn into downers, and straight characters get to kiss a girl/boy and like it.

Sin: Put this and one of the seven sins in muse’s ask box, and they’ll be consumed by it for five days. Gluttony, lust, pride, envy, greed, sloth, and wrath. Pick your poison~

Mirror: Muse turns into a narcissist for 24 hours. If they see another muse of the same character they have to flirt with them at least once.

Skin: Take it off! Muse’s clothes have gone missing for any duration of the anon’s choosing up to one week!

Tears: Muse can’t stop crying. Anon decides for how long and for what reason they cry. I didn’t mean to spill the milk! ;o;

Mercy: Groveling time! Muse thinks they’ve done something wrong and need to apologize for everything and beg forgiveness.

Child: Do you know where my Mommy is? Muse turns into a toddler for a week.

Pride: Muse feels an inescapable need to boast about everything they do, even normal things. I mad toast this morning, how kickass am I?

Lie: Oh no, Pinocchio! Muse can’t lie for however long anon decides.

Master: Muse must be submissive and give into any demands they’re given for 5 hours. I’ll do anything to please you…Master.

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He closes the space she created between them. “Please don’t lie to me. You would have had to throw yourself around the entire shower for these,” he lightly brushed her bruises, careful to not hurt her, “who did this?”

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She sighed, knowing he wouldn’t stop until she confessed what had happened. Nicki feared that if she told, something worst would happen, not only to her but him as well. “Nobody.” She whispered, looking up at him.

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"Which clearly means somebody," he said anxiously. He hated how she let someone use her like this. Who could it be that she was so frightened of that she could let them walk away with no repercussions? Or worse, she could be letting them come back and allowing them to harm her again and again. A crease formed in between his brows as he fought to remember if he had seen anything else unusual with Nicki. How long had this been going on unnoticed? He felt terrible.

"It's okay," he whispered tentatively, "you can tell me, I promise."

She returns the glare as she keeps the ice on his head, “Listen, when somebody gives me the opportunity to put their lights out then I’m going to take it. Maybe one of us should work on making better requests when they’re drunk!” Okay, maybe she felt a little bad about it but she was more annoyed with dealing with him.

"Try harder."

She has a point. "Fair enough," he mumbles. This girl seemed more than just physically tough. She was as hard as steel, as far as he could tell.

He smiles slightly at her retort, unable to quip anything back, he moves on. "Where are you planning on taking me?"

Bile rose in his throat and he fought viciously to keep it from escaping. Who the hell was touching him? Something cold was laid on his forehead and he winced at the sudden change in temperature. A girl’s face slipped into his vision for a fraction of a second. She looked irritated. A thought rose up in his head. If she takes me to the hospital then…no

"No,"Rusalye gasps, grabbing for her wrist that’s holding, what he realizes now is an ice pack, to his forehead, “no…no- doctors.”

"Why would you tell me to hit you if you knew you were going to end up like this?" Mel kept her hand steady as she narrows her eyes. "You don’t want a doctor? Great, I hate hospitals but I want you to stop acting like a drugged chicken with it’s head cut off. Deal?" She wretches her wrist from his hand to press the ice pack back to his forehead.

Cold water trickles down his temples and his head clears a bit.An impending headache starts in the back of his skull

"I'm drunk and you're a stranger! I didn't think you were actually going to do it!" he moans defensively. He had to hand it to her, though. She was strong. Even if he wasn't drunk, she still would have probably took him for a spin.

"I'm...trying. Jesus." he glares at her, but only halfheartedly.

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Someone was speaking. He couldn’t understand the words, but the tone was lilting and annoyed. He groaned as he was lifted from the ground. He didn’t want to go anywhere. He just wanted to sleep. Rusalye attempted to tell this person to bugger off. He was fine.

"If you die, I’m burying you under a nightclub so you’ll never get any rest." Mel grumbled, "Do not die on me or slip into a coma." She ordered as she pressed an ice pack to his head. Did she need to take him to a hospital? Probably. Did she want to? No way.

#reply #thedeadarestillwalking #that first line was really funny haha #c:

Bile rose in his throat and he fought viciously to keep it from escaping. Who the hell was touching him? Something cold was laid on his forehead and he winced at the sudden change in temperature. A girl's face slipped into his vision for a fraction of a second. She looked irritated. A thought rose up in his head. If she takes me to the hospital then...no

"No," Rusalye gasps, grabbing for her wrist that's holding, what he realizes now is an ice pack, to his forehead, "no...no- doctors."

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Carter stumbled along, next to the brick wall, her clothes slightly torn, dirt on her face and bloody knuckles from having to fight her kidnappers. She looked around, trying to find any clue of where she could be. A confused look formed on her face a beam of light struck her face. “Do you have any idea where I am?”