echo me in circles

morris "moe" driscoll. 23. enviromental engineering major & harcourt literary society member.

[morrisdriscoll]

where: moe’s dorm room who: @jayhq​ & @mywincna​

It was a Monday night, so where else would Moe be but at his desk hunched over an extensive write-up of an experiment? He wasn’t expecting company, and took a glance at his phone when he heard a knock at the door. There weren’t any texts, but he had a feeling he knew who would be standing on the other side. Opening the door to Jay and Winona’s smiling faces, he wasn’t shocked. “You guys need to study too, hm?” he asked, stepping aside so that they could come in. They were always welcome in his room, and they took full advantage of that fact.

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Random Headcanon Meme!

⍤ : What does your muse’s voice sound like? Is it light? High pitched? Scratchy? Deep?

✍ : What is your muse’s handwriting like? Is it neat? Sloppy? Fancy?

☕ : Does your muse prefer coffee or tea?

⌚ : Is your muse good with keeping on schedule for meetings, appointments, or events, or are they always late? Or, are they always a bit early?

♿ : Has your muse had any injuries in the past?

☺ : What is your muse’s smile like? Do they smile often?

⚡ : How does your muse feel about storms? Are they afraid of them, or do they calm them?

⚠ : How does your muse react to possibly dangerous situations? Do they face them head-on, or do they plan out their actions first?

☃  : What is your muse’s favorite season? What about their least favorite season, if they have one?

☂  : Does your muse like rain?

☼ : Does your muse like daytime or nighttime more?

🏨  : How well does your muse sleep?

❤ : What are your muse’s thoughts on love? If they are not in a relationship, do they believe that they will ever find a perfect someone for them?

☘ : Does your muse believe in luck? How about fate?

⚯ : Does your muse have good eyesight? If not, what is it like? Are they nearsighted or farsighted? Or both? Do they use glasses? Or do they prefer contacts?

👓 : If your muse wears glasses, what are their glasses frames like?

♨ : Does your muse have good table manners? How do they feel about bad table manners?

❀ : What is your muse’s opinion about flower crowns?

♬ : Does your muse sing well? Regardless of whether they sing well or not, do they enjoy singing?

📐 : Is your muse good at math? Do they like it, or do they hate it?

♞ : What is your muse’s favorite animal?

εїз : How does your muse feel about bugs and insects?

📱 : Does your muse prefer calling or texting?

☆ : Of the sun, stars, and the moon, which is your muse’s favorite?

ツ : Does your muse prefer lots of friends, or just a few close ones?

✝ : Is your muse religious?

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random moments send a symbol for…  

🧠 a time my muse thought about yours. 

☀️ a time my muse let yours take care of them.  

📱 a time my muse texted / called yours.  

🗯️ a time my muse didn’t text / call yours.

🖼️ a time my muse talked about someone from their past.

🌷 a time my muse said they loved yours. 

💔 a time my muse said they hated yours.

💧 a time my muse cried.

💡 a time my muse laughed.

🔥 a time my muse got caught doing something bad.

👀 a time my muse told a lie. 

🌙 a time my muse told the truth.

🍎 a time my muse felt safe with yours.

🍃 a time my muse left home.

⚙️ a time my muse talked about something they made, drew, built.      

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send my muse one of the following to see how they react:

[text]: What the hell are you saying? [text]: Does that mean you aren’t coming back? [text]: Oops, I brought spandex instead of leather.  [text]: Come on if you’re coming.  [text]: Are we going to do this or what? [text]: Tell me now..so how often have you had sex dreams about me? [text]: Don’t get too comfortable. [text]: S.O.S. [text]: Do you have to text me at three in the morning? [text]: Shouldn’t you be sleeping? [text]: Is that you’re way of saying you miss me? [text]: Is there something I should know? [text]: Party. My house. Tonight. Bring Alcohol. [text]: Is that suppose to be a threat? [text]: Haha, no. I’m not giving it back. [text]: Time for someone to go grocery shopping. [text]: I’m not going with you to see that. [text]: EMERGENCY: BRING ICE CREAM [text]: Send me another picture like that and see what happens. [text]: Is teasing me the only purpose of this conversation? [text]: Soo..does that mean you feel the same way? [text]: Just admit it..you missed me. [text]: I was hoping you would go with me. [text]: You’re dead meat. [text]: How do you feel about a threesome?  [text]: Maybe I just feel like spending my night with you. [text]: We are not going there.

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gaia-gl​:

♛

She poked the musketeer in the side with her magnifying glass. “The brave, irrevocably friendly one,” she corrected. If she thought Moe was unintelligent she’d enjoy spending time with him far less. Truth be told, however, she’d never read the tales of the brave musketeers. 

To have an enemy would require her to lend enough credence to the people she disliked to give them power. If she didn’t like someone, while she didn’t discount them or their competence, she didn’t consider them much. Enemies seemed like grand wastes of time. “Of course not, that would mean someone hates me, that’s impossible,” she teased. “I’m a delight.”

☀

“Well, when you put it that way,” Moe said, his smile growing as the other nudged him in the side. Though honestly, he remembered very little of the tale. It was an assigned school reading, a clever group costume for the trio, and simple enough to pull together. 

“Mmm, you make a great point,” he said with a chuckle, his eyes still wandering out over the crowd. “Books always make enemies seem so interesting, though. Could be fun to have a rival for, like, a week,” he said, as if it was even possible for him to hate anyone. Even if some of the Society members found ways to get on his nerves, he also felt a sort of connection to everyone, in a certain way. 

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mywincna​:

     SHE PRETENDS TO zip her mouth shut at moe’s question, though her giggles seem to defy the laws of such a thing. anything to mask the way her heart absolutely melts at how selfless moe is. she’d be lying if she said she had very little faith in men sometimes, with a small voice at the back of her head, nagging gently at the notion that every man winona could ever come in contact with would ultimately need her for something and toss her to the side when they get what they want. irrational, absolutely, but present nonetheless.

and she hates how she acts different around him. of course, moe wouldn’t know better, as he’s never seen winona alone with another man before ( or anyone, for that matter— winona isn’t one to discriminate ). rarely does she seemingly melt around other people but his concern only evokes a puckered lower lip and arms sliding around his shoulders in an embrace once more. “no…” she insists. “you should enjoy yourself, moe. she’ll be fine.”

his compliment doesn’t go unnoticed, contrary to how winona brushes it off and acts like it’s nothing. no, instead she stores it in the back of her mind, like collecting thoughts to dwell over later in the evening as she so often does. she giggles as he tugs at his collar and she sighs in defeat. “the things we do for literature…” she trails off, leaning against the balcony and letting her head roll back. her eyes fall to a close and she takes in a deep inhale of the crisp evening air. “moe…” she speaks after a beat of silence. “i’ve never met someone more deserving of taking a fucking break.” winona’s voice is sweet and delicate as she speaks, gaze landing back on her friend. “what’s overwhelming you, then?”

there is something to be said about how warm, how safe winona makes him feel. she pulls him worlds away from the party inside, from any worry that could possibly be on his mind. and perhaps it was foolish to put such stock in how his friends made him feel, but they had been there for him through it all. she’d seen him at his weakest and still not chosen to cast him aside. well, not yet, anyway. 

so, when he feels her pull him back in, he lets it happen. moe relaxes into her touch, wanting to savor every moment. perhaps it lingers a bit too long, but he watches as she pulls away to look over the balcony once more. there is something magical about halloween, about pretending to be something so far from yourself. but then again, there had always been something magical about winona. “i know, she’s always fine. it’s just...” he trails off, knowing that his concerns were probably misplaced. he just didn’t want their friend to always be fine until she wasn’t. 

she seems to ignore the compliment, the way he stumbles over his words when talking about how absolutely stunning she is tonight. he tries to distribute the compliments to his two friends equally, but sometimes he wonders if he’s too obvious. “i mean, we basically joined a cult for literature, did we not?” he said, though his chuckle showed he didn’t mind all that much. “you two always say that,” he said, a shrug rolling off his shoulders as if he didn’t understand. “i know i’m lame, but this isn’t my idea of relaxing.”

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jayhq​:

jayden offered a bright smile, blinking up at moe with her best ‘who, me?’ expression, trying to play innocent. “ like, three ? ” she asks more than answers, holding a lime one out for him. “ wanna make it four? it wouldn’t really be a literature party without some illicit goods, y’know. authors were always high. known fact. ” she bites back a frown when he asks about win; he is, of course, asking innocently - win is their FRIEND, so yeah, he’d wanna know where she is. but it’s difficult not to let that little nagging fear swell up in her chest, saying she’ll lose them both, should their trio become a duo. “ i saw her a little bit ago. she had one of these, ” she twirls the candy around. 

“i mean, i guess some of them were high sometimes. that doesn’t mean you need to get the whole society high,” moe said, shaking his head. he knew there wasn’t much he could do to stop her, but he could always try. “i’m assuming you’ve already had one too?” he said, plucking the lollipop from her hand. he wasn’t sure he wanted to try it in the middle of a crowded party. “what’s the point of being the three musketeers if you two keep disappearing?” he asked with a chuckle. 

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gaia-gl​:

♛

Gaia followed his gaze to the gaggle of near-inebriated ball-goers. “They have potential. The night is young and I saw boy teetering earlier—I hypothesize it’ll be him.” It was all fun and games deciding who would be the worse off in the morning, but she knew she’d step in if any of them were truly in danger. They were part of the Society and so they were partly hers, whether she appreciated their irresponsibility or not. 

The sword and the costume drew a raised brow from Gaia and she chuckled. “Cute. Which are you? Porthos? Alas, I am Watsonless tonight. I’m pre-series Shirley.” Truthfully Gaia hadn’t thought to ask if anyone had wanted to be Watson. Group costumes always seemed like too much of a burden, and while she could stand on her own and be recognized, a Watson would have simply been a tweed-wearing individual, probably with a mustache and a perplexed demeanor. “I should have found someone to be Adler or Moriarty—that might have been fun. I could choose someone to be mortal enemies with for the night.”

“Mmm, at least they’re having fun,” Moe said, though he hoped that they wouldn’t have to step in. He knew it probably wasn’t his place with most of the members, but he always felt a need to keep an eye on the group as a whole. “Might have to watch at who starts doing shots first, though,” he said, knowing the night was still young. 

“Are you trying to call me the dumb one?” he said with a laugh, pulling his cape back around him with a bit of a dramatic flair. “Ah, still as good of a detective as always,” he said with a chuckle. Group costumes were fun, of course, but not for everyone. “Oh, that would have been fun. D’you have an enemy I don’t know about?” he teased before taking another sip of his drink. 

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itongenue​:

Daniel looks at Moe, full of life, and feels a sudden pang of worry. What if he couldn’t live up to what other people were doing? He’d be sitting in the corner of the room watching as others float by in a giggle of laughter all the while he would be too mortified to do anything else but be moody. He needed to change, and fast.

”I don’t know if my poor legs will allow me to for I am far too weak,” he places his hand on his forehead and sighs. “If only I had a brave and strong musketeer to aid me… .” he gives Moe a side glance before closing his eyes like a diva.

Moe could tell that Daniel was nervous. Now that he thought about it, he often saw the other at meetings but never at a party like this. Perhaps it wasn’t his favorite place to be either, but Moe figured all his friend needed was a little push. “C’mon, man. We got this,” he said, linking his arm through Daniel’s. “You’re not going to make me go in there all alone, right?” he teased as he pulled him towards the entrance. 

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jayhq​

open: @harcourtstart​.   where: the observatory.   when: midway through the night.

          any mix of espresso, the spirit of halloween, the three white claws she’d had so far, and the absolute power of being the shortest person in the room had put jayden into a very excellent mood, despite the fact that she thought it was DUMB that everyone was forced to dress up as a character from literature. what if she wanted to be buffy the vampire slayer, huh? what about THAT? but she digresses, approaching the nearest body and holding out a sucker ( THC included, dubiously legal in rhode island ) for the taking. “ today, i offer you an edible. tomorrow? who knows. ” 

his friends always had a tendency to slip away into the crowds. jay just seemed to be the best at it, aided no doubt by her height. it seemed, however, that she’d fallen right back into his lap. “jayden,” he said with a deep sigh. “how many of these have you handed out?” he asked, plucking the sucker from her hands. he had no intention of eating it, not tonight anyway. “didn’t know all the stories about spiked halloween candy was true,” he said, twirling it around in his fingers before glancing back down at her. “have you seen win anywhere?”

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mywincna​

     “OH, I LOST jayden about twenty minutes ago. something about either a dance-off or doing shots with someone. can’t remember which but they both sound probable,” winona notes with a grin. and it’s a bit strange, with moe— winona so desperately wants to deny that tiny feeling that blossoms at the bottom of her chest, tickles her lungs and begs to be listened to whenever she’s around moe. she’d liken it to a crush but she wouldn’t even want to go so far as to name it— after all, you’re not supposed to name a stray dog or you’ll grow more attached to it.

and yet, when they hug and it lingers just a little too long, it’s enough to make her feel almost sick to her stomach. winona is someone who very much likes to have her grip tight on the reigns of her life but when it comes to something like this, something so involuntary and emotional, it’s frustrating how little winona can do to suppress it. the most she can do is ignore, which is precisely what she does as she pulls away and eyes up the male with a small smile. his comment makes her mouth hang agape, and she gives her shoulder a shrug in response. “maybe so,” she notes. hands move to the railing of the balcony and fingertips drum along the surface. “i’m much more of a fan of a house party, personally. as much as i love our three musketeers outfits, i have to say—” brows furrow as she stands up straight, hands moving to the corset that hugs her torso. “how did colonial women wear these on a daily basis? i’d rather be swimming in a giant t-shirt.”

there’s a small pause and winona’s teeth sink into her cheek. a hand moves to rest on the back of moe’s shoulder and her head cocks to the side. “are you okay, though?”

“they’re doing shots in there? should i go check on her?” moe said, his eyes immediately filling with worry. he knows that jay can handle herself, but there was always a bit of worry when they were at parties like this and she blended into the crowd so well until she started trouble. and wasn’t that his job? to keep an eye on his friends?

and yet, his eyes fall back onto winona. having her here next to him allowed him to relax, knowing that even if he was pulled back into the party, at least they had a few moments to themselves. “guess i’m not breaking the rules then, hmm?” he teased, a smile growing on his lips once more. “you look great tonight, though. not that you don’t always look great in big t-shirts. i just...i mean...” he trails off, knowing there’s not a good way to end this sentence. “it does seem a bit cruel, though. when all we had to wear was these stupid collars,” he said, pulling the ruffle at his neck a bit further from his skin. it was itchy as hell, but nothing like a corset. 

“win, i’m fine. i promise,” he said, glancing down at her as her hand rests on his shoulder. “i was just...overwhelmed. i know it’s supposed to be part of the fun of the society, but...” he trails off again, a small shrug rolling off his shoulders. 

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looklikelightning​

“it could be fun,” she murmured, a smirk playing at her lips. “not sure if there’s a spot here where we wouldn’t get interrupted, though.” she sighed, glancing again at the time. “an hour isn’t that much longer, i guess,” edi was pouting, maybe, but she wanted to get out of this crowd and do something a bit more her speed than this party. besides, with both of her roommates in attendance, her apartment would be empty when she left. “i think it’s about the vibes,” she said with a tilt of her head. “it’s a literary society, right?” her voice was soft as she spoke. “it’s gotta have a certain pretentious feel to it or else what’s the point?”

“mmm, but isn’t that part of the fun?” he asked, a chuckle spilling from his lips. she was right, though. there wasn’t much in the way of rooms to disappear into. he just wanted to leave the party, even if it was to disappear to someone else’s bed for the night. “have you been there since the beginning, though? hasn’t it been hours?” maybe he was dramatic, but didn’t it come with the secret society? “god, you’re right. how could i forget. we’re better than everyone else because we read.”

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gaia-gl​:

♛ 

“It always does,” she promised, though, sometimes, they didn’t. This was her seventh Halloween ball and while the allure of the Society and her commitment to their cause never wavered, her interest in its fanfare did. Parties were intriguing for all of the people-watching opportunities, but little else. Given her seniority it felt wrong to skip the events, though, so here she was. Year after year. She patted his shoulder, squeezing briefly. “If you bail early, I’ll let you know who survives the night.”

If anything the truest mystery about Moe was how he managed to make her discerning eyes soften without her permission.  She look Moe’s costume up and down, twirling her own prop magnifying glass in her fingers. “Who are you supposed to be?”

Moe and Gaia both knew that wasn’t always the case; though she had been in the Society for longer, he had slowly grown used to their air of mystery which sometimes didn’t amount to anything at all. “Or maybe they just want us to, I dunno, get to know each other?” He glanced over, giving her a smile. “Any bets on who’s down for the count first?” he asked, his eyes glancing over at a group who seemed to have indulged before they even arrived. 

Pulling aside his jacket to reveal a fake sword, he grinned as he said, “One of the three musketeers.” Perhaps it was lame, but he would never tire of the group effort to make these events just a little more fun. “You didn’t happen to bring a Watson along with you, did you?”

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farrowea​

♦︎

farrow’s head snaps up at the sound of another voice, just the slightest hint of a frown on his face. it’s not that he doesn’t like moe, it’s just that, well, he doesn’t really understand him. still, he’s nice enough and farrow wasn’t raised in a barn but rather in a house and with manners. “i  thought better safe than sorry but i guess there was no point,” he shrugs. “yeah, i suppose it’s not a good idea to leave such things lying around. though maybe magic will just take care of  it.” he doesn’t believe that for a second, though, so walks down the stairs and grabs the envelope, pocketing it before walking back up. “damn, they couldn’t have chosen a location with less stairs?”

“mmm, you’re right. whatever magic delivered them should make them disappear too,” moe said teasingly. he knew there was some sort of power at work here in the society, though he wasn’t too sure how much he wanted to feed into the idea that their group was ruled by some unknown force. “it’s supposed to be spooky or something, right? it’s halloween,” he said with a chuckle. “though i don’t know if i’ve ever been up here before.”

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itongenue​:

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“I hadn’t noticed.” Daniel responded, a slight smile on his lips. His eyes widened however as he took stock of what Moe was wearing. As much as Daniel was perhaps socially unaware in some regards, he knew at least to not mention his friend’s costume in any bad capacity. Not like anyone should really take Daniel’s fashion opinion’s as truth though.

“You look … nice.” Suddenly his throat began to itch and he had to cough a few times in order to swallow that lie. “Did you choose it yourself?” 

Yikes. Plan B.

“Nice weather we’re having.”

“It’s just starting now, c’mon,” Moe said, nodding towards the door. He hadn’t seen anyone else pass them yet, though he wasn’t shocked. Most of the Society would choose to be fashionably late if given the chance. Or so he assumed. “So do you,” Moe said with a chuckle. “Nah, the girls wanted to be the Three Musketeers. Makes more sense when we’re all together, I guess,” he said with a grin. “Are we going to go in or not?” he said, nudging his friend in the side. 

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mywincna​:

@morrisdriscoll​ !

     “OH MY GOSH, there you are.” winona’s quite accustomed to be the one to wander— an accidental master at irish goodbyes, there have been many times in which the people winona arrived to a party with will step back and wonder where she could’ve gone off to. this time, the tables have been turned, and it’s moe who has seemingly disappeared from the group. this doesn’t go unnoticed by winona— of course it doesn’t— and she embarks on her own adventure to find him. a spacious balcony surrounded by crisp fresh air is where moe has seemed to find himself and thus, winona, as she slides through the door and shuts it behind her. “what am i without my fellow musketeer?”

she grabs an end of her cloak and dramatically pushes it away from her, evoking a giggle from her lips as she trots up to him. arms slide around his torso and her cheek against his shoulder, winona shifts her weight to one foot, causing both of them to lean to one side. she grins again and pulls away. “why are you out here all alone? it’s not allowed. i’ve just decided this, and i know you’re not one to break rules so i’m honestly quite baffled.”

the night air was cool, a welcome respite from the warm, sweaty bodies inside. though he had been attending the parties for years now, he had never quite gotten used to how loud and chaotic the room could get when the whole society was together. especially when there was an open bar. 

of course, he wasn’t surprised when he heard the door slide open and winona’s cheerful voice reached him. it was only a matter of time that she or jay pulled him back into the party, it seemed to happen every single time. “hey, win,” moe said, his voice soft. “we’re missing jayden too, you know. i couldn’t find either of you,” he said with a bit of a chuckle. 

he lets his arms settle gently around her neck for a brief moment, wishing for only a moment that the hug would linger. she pulls away so that he can see her grin, and gives her a quick shrug. “it’s quieter out here! though no one informed me it was against the rules.” there was something about her that always made him want to follow along, to play by her rules. tonight was no exception. “if you’re out here, though, i’m not alone. am i?”

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looklikelightning​:

“you may have a drink, but i don’t,” she said at his aborted objection, navigating through the crowd easily. “and we need to do something to pass the time.” she paused once she got to the bar, looking moe up and down with a smirk. “actually, do you think there’s a room somewhere here that we could-” she cut herself off, grabbing her drink and turning her attention back her companion as she took a drink. “i am, yeah,” she nodded, gesturing down to her dress with a laugh. “don’t tell this crowd but i based the look off of the movie version.” did that count as cheating? she wasn’t sure, since it’s still technically a book character, and the books themselves are a bit vague about violet’s outfits.

“fair enough,” moe muttered as she effortlessly pulled them through the crowd. she wasn’t wrong, the room did seem crowded. but she seemed to navigate to the bar just fine. “oh, in the observatory? that’s a new one,” he said with his own smile, eyes scanning the room briefly to see if it would even be possible. “still counts though, doesn’t it? i‘m not even sure my costume’s accurate,” he said with a laugh. “i don’t get why it matters, anyway. the whole costume from a book thing. were they trying to prevent a mean girls situation?”