⚡ - how my muse calms yours in a lightening storm while they’re pulled over on the side of the road
After their fight, the revealing of her abortion, the weather seemed to weigh heavily on her confession, reminding him of how he felt. Rain dropped heavily from the sky, thunder crackling every so often. Just like his emotions, a mixture between anger and sadness. It was a volatile cocktail that would be sure to blow up in his face eventually. It felt like it had been raining for hours on end with no hint of stopping before his phone began to ring off the hook. He ignored the first time – too lazy to get up. The second time, he missed it by a second. The name flashed across the screen : Harley. And suddenly he felt a little sick at the thought. Owen couldn’t place why she was calling. There was no comfort in his arms anymore, not after he had blown up on her for her admission. And there certainly wasn’t anything else she needed from him – unless she thought of something else to bring to light. Owen was mad, but most importantly, he was hurt. The only woman he ever truly loved in a romantic light, had hid something from him that he just wasn’t sure he could forgive. It wasn’t the matter of the abortion itself, it was how long she had hid it from him. It burned him to think about it. Owen had been a miracle baby to his parents, after they had tried for so long, he couldn’t dream of denying a child life. She was the one who had given their aborted child the thought of life anyway. The way she talked about them, what their gender could have been, how they would have been seven – the thought sent a sickly feeling rushing through him. Just as quick as the nausea washed over him, another call blared through the air, shaking him from his dramatics. Normally, his pride would ignore her incessant calling, opting to block her out, help numb the pain further. Yet at this point it was the third call, which meant it had to be pretty damn important. He clicked the accept button, warily holding the phone to his ear. “ –’ello?”
He questioned nervously, almost flinching as if expecting another random burst of confessions. His face dropped at the panic that coursed through her voice, the sound of muffled tears coming through the phone.
“ Harley, Harley, Harley. What the hell, what’s happening? ”
For Owen it felt too late for apologies, not like apologies mattered anyway. To him, they were just an excuse to ask for forgiveness. Besides, he didn’t hate her, he couldn’t hate her, Owen was just ultimately confused. Mostly just bitter over all of it, but at least the bitterness could fade. He sighed softly at her voice, panicked through the phone, but also sounding like it fought to gain composure all at once. Harley was never one to be so lost for long. — Everything is just crashing down all at once.
Her voice pitifully mumbled through the phone. Owen could hear the raindrops battering on her windshield, hand raking through his hair.
“ It’s okay. Please just don’t cry anymore. Everything is okay. I know it hurts, but I forgive you. I forgive you. ”
His own tone is laced with the truth of his words. Had she not called in such a commotion, he probably wouldn’t have said a thing. There was always something about her that made him feel so good and yet so sick all at once. Like she was some sort of antidote to the poison in his heart. He could never stay mad at her and a lot of times he became mad at himself because of that fact.
“ Just breathe. You can… look, just come over, ”
–Another lighting bolt struck the air, thunder rumbling in the distance.
“ I know it all hurts, but I’m here. I’m not going anywhere. ”
There was no lack of truth to his words. A small part of him wanted her to come over, but a huge part of him was scared. A coward in his own right. His heart almost raced as he heard her mumble agreement, hearing her ignition start up as she turned the key.
♒ - my muse’s reaction to finding your muse bruised and beaten on their doorstep
Owen had been out, picking up a pack of smokes and a lighter. School was just far away from his mind and he really wished for the comfort of being alone. Even if he smoked the whole pack, at least he’d feel better in the comfort of his own home. Even if his lungs got sick from all the smoke that filled them. It was better than dwelling on all the thoughts of his past. That was Owen’s problem. His want to be alone, yet all the thoughts that created chaos in his head. He ripped open the pack as he walked along, sparking up a cigarette as soon as he could. The convenience store was only a block or two away, and with his quick pace he’d make it home in only a few minutes. He rounded the corner, puffing on the cigarette as he took a deep drag. Almost instant relief washed over him, stresses melting away, but he knew it would only last as far as the cigarette burned. He finally made it up the trail to his home, stopping short at the body that sat crouched in the corner. No. The cigarette fell from his hands, embers dancing along the pavement. “–What the fuck?!” His eyes widened and just as soon as he uttered the words he was jogging over to her. She looked defeated and upon closer inspection he noticed the bruises that littered her body. “Harls’ … look at me, please..” It hurt to look at her, but it hurt even more that she dared not to face him, as if embarrassed of the bruises on her body. They peppered her arms, some on her face and a gentle hand came up to hold her face, inspecting the injuries. “Who did this? I swear to God…” He muttered, anger flashing through him at the discovery of each bruise. This was a girl that could hold her own in any situation and here she was now, crying at his doorstep waiting for him.
“ I didn’t know where else to turn. ”
Her voice broke through the air, as her arms crossed over her curled up body. He was thankful she came to him and all he wanted to do now was hold her and protect her. It was the least he could do in this moment. All past bitter feelings washed away as he looked at her. None of it mattered if she was like this, if she was being treated like this now. He pulled her forward towards him, careful of where his hands landed, a gentle tug landing her into his arms. “This won’t ever happen again. You have my fucking word.” His tone was drained and held a pleading nature to it. Suddenly, he found his lips landing on all the bruises in sight, kissing the peppered skin. It was something that he didn’t know he held in him anymore, a certain softness as he held her there in his arms. His hand found hers, giving her a reassuring squeeze as he held her there a moment longer. “Come inside…” He awaited for her to move or agree, hand still dangling loosely in hers, “–I can’t have you goin’ anywhere, until I know that the guy who did this to you is dead.”
✺ - my muse protecting yours from a sleaze at the club
A club. The fact that Harley called him there had been a huge and ultimately hilarious surprise all in itself. A club being something that just wasn’t either of their types.
“ But there’s this band playing.. ”
Now it all made sense. One of her favorite – their favorite – bands when they were teenagers happened to be playing there. “–Weird place to have a band like that playing.. ” Owen could mumble in return, a cigarette dangling loosely from his lips. Had it not been for the band, he really wouldn’t be caught dead waiting in line for a place like this. Harley had dressed to the nines, some tight jeans, combat boots and the band’s own tee shirt. Owen looked lack luster next to her, heavy jeans and a plaid button up. She’d probably have kicked his ass if she hadn’t had been so excited. A band like this playing in a revenue where you didn’t even have to pay for tickets, it was Harley’s dream. He followed her inside, hands tucked into his pockets. Typically club music was playing and he felt like he stuck out way more than normal. “So, uh, where the hell is the band?” Owen raised brows at Harley as she whipped around to look at him.
“ Stop being such a fuckin’ party pooper, they’re not on yet! ”
A sly grin tugged at her lips, her usual expression. Clear excitement coursed through her and if he could admit it, Owen was excited as well, if he could admit it. He stopped short as she wandered to the bar. Owen would never stop her from drinking, he’d let her have all the fun in the world. Besides, she was the one who had gotten him into this band when they were younger, this was more of her night to have fun than anything. He turned to watch her order, frowning as some drunkard almost immediately approached her. If he was in her place, you could probably smell the alcohol that lingered from his lips. Owen turned his entire body to face the bar, watching as the guy leaned in closer. He looked to be rambling off about something, Owen being just out of ear shot. From the look of Harley’s body language, she was pissed. The guy seemed to be fumbling with his drink, and Owen took a daring step forward, brows furrowed in his own peeved nature. It seemed to not even take minutes before somebody was already trying to ruin her night. Owen gnawed on his bottom lip, deciding to finally take the last few final steps forward. Toots… and sweetheart…. were the pet names he heard drooling from the other mans lips. When Owen finally approached, he stepped between them letting out a humorless chuckle,
“ Can’t you tell when a lady wants to be left alone?”
He have Harley an almost apologetic look, knowing she could have well enough handled it herself. This was where his protective nature came to play and with her, he really just couldn’t help it. Especially with what the sleazeball said next, Let the girl speak for herself, right sweetie? Owen rolled his eyes, mentally gagging at the words that left the other mans mouth.
“ I said fuck off man, now take a hint—”
He really couldn’t finish his own ramble when the sleaze shoved into him, almost sending him back into Harley. He shook his head angrily, prying himself from Harley’s arms. She was attempting to pull him away from the situation, but he just wouldn’t have it. That was where his pride came into play and he bit his lower lip out of anger. When he regained himself, his own fist laid a punch right to the other man, connecting hard with his jaw. He could hear Harley, begging for Owen to just let it go, her own anger coming through. She knew he’d be pissed at him for days for starting a scene but he just could never help it. A small grin came to his lips as the other man staggered away with what little pride he had left but it quickly turned to a frown as security came to grab him and toss him and Harley out. He knew he’d be apologizing for days, probably even weeks to come. Though secretly he couldn’t help but feel somewhat good about giving that guy what was eventually coming to him.
