send me 📞 and a ship and i’ll tell you… @emmeleung
✓ your muse’s contact photo in mine’s phone
✓ your muse’s name in mine’s phone
✓ how often our muses text
- probably often, but sporadically? most of their conversations would likely happen in the dead of the night, tbh
✓ what our muses normally text about
- usually soren asking for something or emme checking up on him. also probably a few conversations about who’s turn it is to talk to the landlord, sharing the laundry load, and grocery shopping trips together
✓ our muses’ last few texts
“My mother used to braid my hair just like this,” Blue sighs, her fingers giving one last cheeky tug to the pigtail, before tapping Emme on the shoulder to let her know that it is done, “At least, it keeps it all up, out of your pretty little face.”
She pauses, tilting her head, squinting her eyes and pursing her lips in mock judgment, “On second thought, maybe you look better with your face covered.”
Emme squeals and pushes her shoulder in protest. Blue laughs, teeters off her chair and holds her hands up in defense.
“Stop. Stop. You win,“ she cries out, in between peals of giggles, “Now, do me.“
✦ for a random headcanon about our muses
She wishes she were her.
For though she might be younger, Emme understood long before Blue ever did and she has been spared for it.
Sometimes, she catches herself staring Emme’s hands and how graceful they are– how they stroke canvases with the lightness of fairy dust and how they curl gently over each other– and something flushes over Blue in quiet shame.
Sure, Emme had probably known sadness, but she knew that there was no place that could contain a heart like hers, there was no rest for those who longed to be free and she ran in pursuit of it. And all the while, Blue languished for years, she worked her fingers until they were raw and bone-white. She never dreamed of the kind of things that Emme did until it was almost too late.
It is not like Blue to weigh tragedies against one another. It is not like her to be jealous.
But sometimes, she misses what it meant to be innocent and wide-eyed and still good.
[4:19am] do you have nightmares too? [4:20am] after it happened [5:01am] sometimes i thought i heard you from your bedroom, you know how the walls are here[5:13am] i couldn’t sleep either[5:15am] your smile wasn’t really a smile the next day and i didn’t ask why[6:00am] i should’ve
send “☎” for a RUSHED text.
[7:09am] DONUT SHOP PRODUCT TESTERS[7:09am] FREE[7:10am] THEYRE TRYING NEW FLAVOURS[7:10am] COME NOW I’LL SAVE YOU A GARLIC PISTACHIO ONE
send “%” for a CURIOUS text.
[9:10pm] what would happen if someone was to, hypothetically, glue gun their hand to their cheek[9:11pm] like how much glue would you need[9:15pm] and how big would the glue gun have to be[9:15pm] hypothetically[9:16pm] of course[9:16pm] i’m asking for a friend
ø ↬ an inner monologue my character has had about yours
“I just love Emme so much. Like, so so so much. All y’all can leave Emme is just so cute and sweet and I love it when she has paint everywhere and we have the best little adventures! Oh, oh, oh, like that on time we got lost in the woods for a good hour and I was completely freaking out but I knew it’d be okay because we could eat the berries and hopefully not die. And hey, if we sort of died, I’m kind of prepared for that. I just…Love her.”
