She doesn’t know what’s happening in the nightmare. Her mind isn’t comprehending but she feels as though she’s trapped and can’t get out. She’s struggling and finally she yells out an undeniably loud ‘help!’. The sound of her door opening quickly and smacking against the wall wakes her up immediately and the brunette jolts up, breathing heavy as she stares doe eyed at the boy in front of her. “S-sorry for waking you,” she whispers, head dropping as she rests it in her hands. “You can uh... you can go back to sleep. I’m fine.”
❅ My muse is shaking uncontrollably.
What her mind had just presented to her in the midst of her sleep leads her to shriek and sit up, tears already streaming down her face. A hand runs through her hair until she sees movement out of the corner of her eye and watches as Ashton stirs from a makeshift bed he had made himself. The girl can feel herself shaking, can see the comforter moving with the uncontrollable movement and mentally begs herself to stop before he can get closer. “It... it was just a nightmare,” she whispers, partially to herself and partially to him. Nearly jumping out of her skin when she feels his hand on her shoulder, she can’t help but scoot away and shake her head. “Just a nightmare,” she breathes out, eyes closing as she shakes her head again.
✿ Your muse finds my muse in room next door after my muse had nightmare.
She was crying because of the nightmare she had just had. It was absolutely brutal and she could barely remember any of it. It’s as she’s wiping the tears that the door opens and her eyes shoot up. And then she’s trying to hide her face behind her hair so he can’t see the tears that won’t stop their falling. When the bed shifts due to the addition of his weight, she refuses to look at him. It wasn’t uncommon for her to have nightmares but it was uncommon for her to not let him in and not comfort her. She hears him asking what was wrong and what had happened but she finds herself shaking her head. “It was nothing. Don’t worry about it. I’ll be fine.”
★ Your muse finds my muse in room next door after your muse had nightmare.
She was going out to get a glass of water. The heat in her room had parched her in the middle of the night and so she shuffles and rolls out of her bed, scratching her head as she does so. Small feet touch the ground and the girl tugs the t-shirt she had on down as she makes her way to her door. Pulling it open, she jumps back and lets out a yelp at the figure before her. Then she realizes who it is and why he’s awake. Leaning a bit to get a better look at his face, she frowns as she moves closer to him. “Hey,” she trails, placing her hand on his bicep and rubbing up and down slowly and softly. “Are you okay?”
☯ My muse can’t tell the reality apart from nightmare.
Bo had had a habit of sleepwalking when she was younger. She’d shuffle all about the house and touch things, putting them back where they didn’t belong but putting them back in the perfect position nonetheless. Her eyes were always open and she never knew if she was dealing with conscious things or subconscious things. This time, she was moving swiftly through the house, running from something. It’s when she crashes into something solid that she feels as though she had been caught. “No, no, no,” she shrieks, trashing against whatever had her in it’s grip. It’s when she feels a warm hand on the back of her neck that she wakes up and looks around. She was in her kitchen, standing in front of Ashton. “Sorry,” she chokes out, letting her head fall forward onto his chest. “Sorry, sorry. I’m so sorry for everything.”
✌ My muse is having nightmare, calling out your muse’s name.
There was thunder. It was a clear night, the moon was shining bright and the girl was thrashing in her bed. She was dreaming of a thunderstorm. She couldn’t get away from it but it couldn’t come any closer. It was at a tauntingly close enough distance but it was still too close for her liking. Lightning flashes in her head and she shrieks before there is another loud boom. “Ashton!” she shrieks out, bolting completely upright in her spot as she begins to tug at her hair. “Stupid,” she mutters at herself tiredly. “Stupid, stupid, stupid. That’s all you are, Bo.”
JESSE:
☁ My muse is screaming for help.
She can feel her throat becoming sore from every time she shrieks out help. She’s not sure why she’s shrieking. Something is happening in her mind but it’s not something she is aware of. It’s just darkness. That’s all she’s aware of at the moment and after a few moments she hears movement but she can’t wake herself up. Thrashing in her spot, she whines in desperation as she tries to peel her eyes open. ”Help,” she gets out rather pathetically, the small girl not only sounding but also looking broke. Eyes finally peeling open when she feels warmth on her hands, she blinks hopelessly when she can finally see her room. Brown hues falling on Jesse, she bites her lip and looks down, ashamed. “Nightmare,” she offers quietly.
❅ My muse is shaking uncontrollably.
She couldn’t stop the shaking. She didn’t know why but she couldn’t. She was almost positive she had made some kind of sounds during the nightmare episode she had just had to deal with but she was almost sure that they weren’t as loud as she thought they were going to be. But alas, they were louder than she had wanted and her door opened in a matter of seconds. “G-go back to s-sleep,” she waves him off, tremors still tearing through her body. When he refuses and sits next to her, she feels his arms go around her and she knows he can feel her shaking. “It’s n-not a big deal.”
✿ Your muse finds my muse in room next door after my muse had nightmare.
Bo had fallen out of her bed because of the nightmare she was having and she had hit a few things on her way down. Her lamp was laying next to her as was a glass of water. The girl was resting against her nightstand, attempting to breath easier and trying to keep her tears from falling. ”Ow...” she whispers, pressing her palm against her head. It takes a moment but she becomes aware of the fact that Jesse is in front of her and now he is helping her up. “Thank you,” she lets out quietly, leaning her head on his shoulder when they are sitting back on her bed.
★ Your muse finds my muse in room next door after your muse had nightmare.
She’s lying awake in her bed, hands folded and resting on her stomach as she stares up at the ceiling. She wasn’t even over thinking. She wasn’t even thinking. She was just zoned out, eyes trained on the small pink spot of paint on her ceiling. It’s when she hears her door open and a soft ‘this isn’t the bathroom’ rings in the room the brunette giggles. “No, this most certainly is -----... not,” she trails, eyes trained on her face. “Jesse---” she begins, pushing her covers off of her and walking over to him. “Hey, what happened?” she questions quietly, arms wrapping around his neck as she stands on her tip toes and rubs his shoulder softly.
☯ My muse can’t tell the reality apart from nightmare.
She remembered falling asleep with her head on his shoulder. She remembered letting the numbing sensation take over her as she nuzzled into him. What she didn’t remember was what was happening that had her moving about so much in the bed. But then she realizes and there’s someone else in her room. She shrieks once and tries to move away but they have a solid hold on her. Attempting to keep escaping, the brunette pushes and squirms to the best of her ability. When two hands are placed on her cheeks, she freezes and blinks a few times. Darkness slowly turns to a worry ridden Jesse and she blinks at him for a few moments. ”J-Jesse,” she gets out quietly before closing her eyes and letting her head rest further against his hand. “I’m sorry,” she says quietly.
✌ My muse is having nightmare, calling out your muse’s name.
The first time his name slips her lips, it comes out as more of a moan. Almost as if she was in some kind of pain and she was trying to come to. The next time it’s a bit louder and she starts to thrash in her spot. Moving about wildly, the brunette grasps at the comforter and his name comes out as a yelp. And then he’s in her room, trying to wake her up as she tries to come to on her own. Unfortunately for her, she had involuntarily started to cry and so when she finally comes out of it, she immediately latches onto him. Arms wrap around his neck and she buries her face in the crook of it. Uneven breath hits his skin and she can’t help but feel comforted when his arms wrap around her. She stays like that a few minutes longer before pulling back and wiping beneath her eyes. “Please stay in here tonight.”
[text] i really need to hear a random fact right about now. i’m calling you.
Send ✘ for an unsent text
[text] you’re my best friend and of course you already know that. but like??? thank you
Send ☠ for a threatening message
[text] i’m gonna punch you in the gut if you don’t tell me what’s going on!!!!! i’m gonna stop calling you boo thing, asston!!! this is a very serious matter!!!!
Send ❤ for a lusty/loving/affectionate message
[text] you’re my number one boo thing. i’m so glad we met because you actually put up with me and my drama and i put up with yours. so thanks for being the realest boo thing out there. i couldn’t have asked for a better boo thing.[text] no homo
Send ♣ for a drunk message
[text] im sooooooooooooooooooooo drnkc i cuold kis s you ri hg tnwo!!!!!!!! i lvoe m yn uember one boo !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
send me ❅ for my muse to cuddle up next to yours while asleep on the couch
The two had fallen asleep on the sofa in Harley’s loungeroom, wrapped up in blankets with the end of the movie they’d been watching playing out on the TV. It’d barely passed the halfway mark of the film when Harley’s eyes began drifting shut, and not long after that she was out cold. It was a sign of how close they were, and the trust Harley had for Ash that, half asleep and bleary eyed, she shifted closer to Ash. Harley nudged her way under his arm, curling her body up into a little ball and nuzzled her face into his chest, letting out a sigh of contentment. Much better. Wrapped up and safe in the arms of her best friend, Harley drifted back to sleep with a little smile remaining on her lips.
