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for what my muse would say to the person trying to woo your muse.
“blakely is pretty hard to read,” he tells essa, shrugging at the thought. essa has been trying relentlessly to win the girl over, but she won’t budge. honestly, dallas finds it amusing that essa is in the same situation that dallas had been in the beginning when he had first met blakely, not to mention that hardly anyone says no to essa karim. “at first, you think she wants some sort of grand scheme, that she wants you to surprise her. but really, man, she just wants honesty. it took her a while before she finally started to trust me and want my company. but i kind of just let my guard down around her, like, stopped laying on the thick charm and everything, and was just real. and she liked that way more than anything else. so, my advice to you? lose the charming pick-up lines, the smolders, buying her drinks, all of that. just have a normal, real conversation with her, like, don’t treat her like she’s some princess, and she’ll probably come around. i think she just wants to be chill. that’s what i got from all of it.”
for a text my muse would send to yours.
dallas: ok don’t kill medallas: but i got you somethingdallas: remember that dress you saw in the window when we were walking around the city the other day?dallas: it’s waiting for you in your room, i already know what you’re going to say but i couldn’t help it. you lit up so much seeing it and we’re all going to some fancy place for dinner tonight so it’s the perfect occasion to wear it atdallas: also i already took the tag and the receipt so you can't return it :) enjoy!
for a text my muse would send to yours to a third party.
(i think this means sending a text to someone else that was supposed to go to your muse?? that’s what i’m going with)
dallas: of course i love esme. she means the whole world to me. she’s my best friend. i mean, apart from brodie… but he’s been pretty absent to me latelydallas: that’s why i don’t know how to tell her. she’ll be hurt, no doubtdallas: aaaaand my dumb ass sent this to the wrong person. hi esme. did you know that i love you?
for what my muse would say upon hearing yours has been arrested.
“what?” dallas asks incredulously into the phone, as if blakely’s voice on the opposite end of the line couldn’t possibly be telling the truth. “blake, that’s insane. what could you have possibly done to get yourself locked up in parisian prison?” he waits silently while she explains, rubbing the back of his neck. “jesus… i feel like this has to be a misunderstanding. yeah, don’t worry, i’ll pay your bail.” she argues, and he can’t help but roll his eyes a little. “it’s either that or spend as much time in jail as you can until someone else does. it’s not a big deal, blake. i’ll be there soon. just hang tight and if for some reason they let you go, please don’t go anywhere until i get there, alright?”
