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◈ my muse’s reaction to finding your muse beaten and bruised
Darkness had fallen upon the city of Seattle hours ago, its’ shadows endeavoring to creep into Juliette’s shared apartment only to be kept at bay by the dim light of the television. Most nights off were spent like this, lounging on the couch with the lights turned low, a favorite film on or lazily flipping the channels, and her little hell beast purring on her lap. Samantha should have been home some time ago, and though normally Juliette would think little of it, her stomach churned with something she could not define—something she push back, knowing she was simply overthinking things.
Nearly two hours late, and the click of the lock turning on the front door brought Juliette out of the stupor the current film had landed her in. Amusement curled at the corners of her lips and a retort of the witty kind hung on the tip of her tongue, waiting for the hint of long legs and brunette hair before it sounded. And the smile upon amaranth lips would only last for so long, for even in such dim lighting it was obvious the shadow across her friend’s face were not the natural kind.
A wild yowl escaped the feline who previously occupied her lap as Juliette stood abruptly, ignoring the cat’s indignant glare. Shock was the first registered emotion, cold and sudden like being doused with ice water. Words spilled forth from her lips before Juliette had the chance to process them. ❜ What the fuck happened? Who did this? ❛ The second emotion was anger, white hot rage and ferocity coursing through her at the mere thought that someone had laid their hands on her best friend. Her hands shook, from the shock or anger she did not know, but that was the least of her concerns at present. ❜ Who the fuck did this, Sam. ❛ She spoke in what was quite possibly the most even-toned voice Juliette had ever possessed, fury roiling beneath the ice of her words.
