#crmatthew

[crxcole-blog]

new phone, who dis?

@crmatthew

Cole rubs his towel over his hair one last time before placing it to dry at the foot of his bed. He then throws himself on the mattress and reaches for his phone on his nightstand where he had left it before going to shower. He’s still reeling from what happened a couple of minutes ago, so he doesn’t really look at the number he’s typing instead of going through his list of contacts like he normally would.

(txt – [number]) DUDE! You’ll never guess what just happened!

(txt – [number]) So I go to take a shower, right? But while I’m walking over there, I ended up getting distracted by FLOWER PETALS. I don’t know what they were doing on the ground, but they went from the stairs, down a hallway, etc.

(txt – [number]) And I’m like, “man, who the fuck is wasting so many flowers? For what purpose?”

(txt – [number]) After a while, it felt like I was going to walk into either a flash mob marriage proposal or someone having sex in a closet.

(txt – [number]) I pushed a door without looking (don’t worry, no naked people behind it) and when I looked up, I was in the shower room.

(txt – [number]) So I go into a stall and you know, wash myself.

(txt – [number]) And here is where it gets troubling…

(txt – [number]) I step out of the shower and end up face to face with a girl.

(txt – [number]) Girls are not supposed to be in the dudes’ bathroom. So for a sec, I think I’m dreaming and this is one big joke because flower petal trails and girls’ bathroom, but then the girl starts screaming

(txt – [number]) She doesn’t just scream, she starts hitting me too, with her toiletries bag.

(txt – [number]) I almost dropped my soap and god knows you don’t want to ever drop that.

He pauses his frantic texting, so he can sit up and grab his water of bottle. He gulps the water down as he waits for his phone to notify him of an incoming text message.

[crxfelix]

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

He loves them all - there’s a time and place for everything, after all - but there’s something about the quiet stillness of the night that Félix absolutely adores. Sometimes when nights aren’t going so well, he’ll slip up the astronomy tower, a favourite haunt of his, just to take in the calm and the view and wait out the hours until dawn. The moon is gorgeous, but seeing the stars twinkling far away from modern cities and pollution and finding the constellations, both constant and shifting, is really special.

[craurora]

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headcanon | ( accepting! )

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

( tw: depression & mention of mental illness! )

Aurora doesn’t smile too often, she has always been the shy type of girl who rarely talks to others unless she was approached or felt the need to say something. She’s guaranteed to be sad most of the time when she’s alone, so she doesn’t smile. Unless someone really makes her happy but honestly, she doesn’t know what genuine happiness feels like. So much, that she puts on a fake smile if she needs to. Her natural smile is when it isn’t too big and looks less forced, the ones she gives out to the public is her smile she wears to deal with her depression, anxiety, and mood disorder. Her genuine smile is when she’s truly feeling joy and forgetting that the world is all grey.

[crmalcolm-blog]

“you saw the notif too, right? do you think it’s a prank...?” an uncharacteristic serious expression on his face, matthew scratches at the back of his neck, uneasy. there’s nothing about the post that would make it seem like a prank, honestly — it’s just so sudden and so strange that he has a hard time believing it’s real at first. “what should we do?”

he wishes he had some kind of an answer for matthew, something that could simultaneously fix the problem and comfort him at the same time. malcolm feels so fuckin’ useless just sitting here, unable to do anything but scroll through the same notice again and again. no matter how many times he reads over it, he feels like he doesn’t understand—so this artifact contains some kind of curse? a dangerous curse? you can’t duel a curse into submission; it’s like an illness. how are you supposed to protect people from something you can’t see? 

but having these kinds of pessimistic thoughts isn’t going to help anyone. malcolm doesn’t believe in enemies he can’t defeat. “i don’t think it’s a prank,” he says finally, unusually somber. “they wouldn’t do all this for a prank.” and whoever would is a sick, twisted person malcolm’s going to have words with. and possibly fists. “i…” trailing off, he messes up his hair and sighs. “man, i have no idea. i guess all we can do is look out for people who aren’t acting like themselves? people who feel sick…? i don’t know how to help yet… but at least we can be on our guards?” 

standing up, he pats malcolm on the back and forces out something resembling a smile. “hey, we can team up! i know together we can solve this—whatever it is.”