send me ✗ for my muse to fall on yours and land on top of them
“How the fuck do I have a father who’s over six feet tall and I wound up barely able to reach the top shelf of my own kitchen cabinet,” Nathalie muttered angrily to herself, standing barefoot atop her counter as she dug through her cabinet trying to locate a bottle of maple syrup her mother had sent her as a gift after a trip she’d taken a few weeks back. Hearing a loud knock at the door, Nat leaned her head back. “It’s open!” she shouted, immediately sticking her head back into the cabinet. “If you’re here to murder me, just don’t aim for the face, ple- yes!” Retrieving the glass bottle from the depths of her cabinet, Nat turned and almost immediately felt her balance shift and before she even had a chance to scream, tipped over the edge of the counter and directly onto Seth, dropping the glass maple syrup, but at least not breaking any bones or her face in the process. “Hi, thanks for coming over. And extra thanks for not letting me break my face.”
send me ♢ for my muse to get dared to kiss yours
A group of people sat in a circle, half hunched over in laughter whilst the other half had their phones out and were attempting to take photographs of the debauchery that was happening a few feet in front of them. As a teenager, Nathalie could remember playing truth or dare, but as adults, the stakes were even higher and throwing alcohol into the mix only served to make the situations better or worse. Reaching for her beer, as the crowd began to settle, Nat realized all eyes were on her which meant that it was her turn. Pausing for a moment, eventually, Nat let out a big dramatic sigh and said, “Dare.” A few seconds later and the brunette had her dare: pick one person in the circle and kiss them for 5 seconds. Scanning around the circle for a target, Nat’s eyes landed on a familiar pair of brown eyes. Standing up, Nat quickly made her way across the circle and planted a kiss on Seth’s lip. Five seconds later, Nat pulled away and smiled down, patting his shoulder. “Good looking out, buddy.”
send me ♩ for my muse to catch yours singing in the shower
Nathalie groaned loudly at the sun as it began to filter in through the shades. The sound of the shower going elicited another groan, the brunette muttering expletives under her breath as she slowly sat up in bed and reached for her phone. It was almost 11 pm, but for Nathalie it felt like it may as well have been 5 in the morning. Determined to get some more sleep, the brunette reached for a pillow and used it to attempt and keep the sun’s rays from reaching her face and to minimize the sound of the shower. It wasn’t until heard the sound of… was that singing… that she sat up in bed and angrily chucked her pillow to the other side of the bed. Phone in hand, Nathalie quietly made her way towards the bathroom door which had conveniently been left open ajar. She wasn’t entirely sure the song Seth was attempting to belt out, but refuse to let the moment pass without getting video proof. Assuring the camera was zoomed in solely on his face, Nat managed to get a few seconds of footage before letting out a loud laugh as she ended the recording. “Oh, I’m totally going to hold this over your head for the rest of time, Caruso.”
send me ❅ for my muse to cuddle up next to yours while asleep on the couch
The living room of Nathalie’s apartment had more or less become her favorite room in her entire apartment. It was a combination of the comfort of her couch, mixed with the dozen and half throw pillows and the giant, gray cashmere blanket Nat always had on hand. Throw in the fact that the Vegas native always kept her air conditioning set to a very low 62 degrees in the summertime, in Nat’s mind, it was the ideal nap spot. It was for that exact reason that the brunette was presently huddled underneath said cashmere blanket with one of her throw pillow wedged beneath her head. And who was Nathalie if not generous enough to share her nap spot with friends? “You’re a good pillow,” Nathalie mumbled in her sleep, moving to rest her head against Seth’s shoulder, curling under his arm as she pulled the blanket up around her shoulders.
