✍ FOR WHAT MY MUSE HAS WRITTEN ABOUT YOURS IN THEIR DIARY.
06.06.2015.
She’s like the moonlight on water.
When I look out my window, I can see the lake but there is no reflection. Just darkness, it is a still and silent night. Just clouds in the sky, stretching on for miles, hiding the moon away from me. Out of my reach. I thought if I stared long enough, I would be able to imagine that it was there, but I cannot. It is gone.
She is like the moonlight on water. I miss her tonight.
✎ FOR AN UNSENT LETTER FROM MY MUSE.
Ms. Hammond,
I’m in Paris right now, I’ll probably be somewhere else by the time you get this. If you get this. I don’t know if I have the right address, so I’ll just keep my fingers crossed. I found some pictures of us, I know Whittemore wasn’t exactly Heaven on earth, and I’m sure some people don’t want to think about it at all, so feel free to burn them if you’d rather. I made copies. I just thought you might want them. And I wanted you to have them. Please don’t forget me.
Buzz buzz,Beatrice Ryder.
∞ A RANDOM HEADCANON ABOUT MY MUSE AND OURS.
Nearly a year after Whittemore burned to the ground, Beatrice was missing her friends and struck by an idea in a state of boredom that became a long lasting joke. She began to borrow phones from other people that she worked with or simply met on the street, using them to prank call Rose. She would always disguise her voice when talking to her or leaving voicemail, she never hinted at who she was or that she knew her at all. Now that they’re back it has been around two years of this and Bea has yet to tell her that she was the one on the other end of the phone. She’s tempted to use her cell to ring her now and ask if her refrigerator is running, but she would recognize the number and then the joke would be over, so she refrains herself.
☎ FOR A DRUNK PHONE CALL.
There is music playing in the background, the song appears to be Party Rock Anthem. “Rose! I feel like– what the hell?” The speaker is moved away from her mouth, “Watch where you’re going.” All that can be heard for a moment is the chatter of a crowd and music, then her voice again, back to normal volume, “What was I saying? Something about— oh! Yeah! I feel like I’m back in high school. This song is like… five years old. This club is so– excuse me, I’m on the phone. Do you want me to hit you?” Pause. “This club is like, really lame. I’m sure it’ll be better after a few more drinks. I wish you were here. Dude, again? Really? Sorry. I’ll, um… I’ll call you later. I’ve gotta go break a guy’s nose.”
♥ THE FAVORITES OF MY MUSE.
Beatrice’s favorite thing about Rose is how memorable she is. She has always seen herself as someone that is easy to forget, but anyone that met Rose would have to remember her. She is funny, she is energetic, she is nice, she is beautiful. And she is loyal, there is nothing that she would not do for the people that she loves. She is fun to be around, she is a light in the dark. There isn’t one thing that she does not like about her, which is why it is hard to pick favorite qualities. If she could switch lives with one person, Bea would not even hesitate with her decision. It would be Rose. Out of everyone she has met, she envies her the most because in her mind, the way she has always seen it, she does not worry about who she is or why she is. She simply is.
☯ HERE, HAVE A HUG FROM MY MUSE.
Beatrice had been ecstatic since she had gotten news of Whittemore being rebuilt, to some it may have felt like a nightmare they could not escape but the school was her home, the people there were her family, she would gladly live out the rest of her life in those halls. She had not been so full of glee in awhile and her excitement level only skyrocketed as she turned the corner, realizing she was not alone, on old friend steps ahead of her.
“Rose!” She practically shouted as she spotted the familiar chocolate locks walking away from her, her shoes making an unnecessarily loud slapping sound against the floor with each step she took, running in her direction. “Rose, hold up!” She had to catch her. She didn’t seem to realize that she could see her again later, she didn’t want to track her down, she wanted to see her as soon as possible. It seemed like it had been a decade since she’d spoken to her.
For a moment she feared that she would knock her down but she turned just in time and without warning, Bea was jumping, arms were flung around the other woman’s neck, a bright smile on her face. “I missed you!”
As if she hadn’t already figured that one out.
♪ I’VE PUT ALL OF MY SONGS ON SHUFFLE– NOW I HAVE TO WRITE A DRABBLE INVOLVING OUR MUSES WITH THE NEXT SONG THAT COMES ON.
I see her dancing in the streets,Sipping champagne on the beach.So expensive when she eats,‘Cause she’s so fancy.
Instagram was Beatrice’s number one place to keep up with her classmates, she would constantly lurk through their profiles, even if she didn’t stay in touch she had never let Whittemore go and she needed to be sure her old friends were okay. It was a strange way to watch people, snapshots of charity events, of Africa, selfies, parties. More than anything, it made her feel more disconnected from them. Like she’d never been a part of their lives to begin with.
Elbowing her way through people, a crowd so tight it was suffocating, when she made her way out, Beatrice definitely hadn’t expected to see a friend dancing on the top of a table. Or was she a stranger now? Her feet froze, wouldn’t move, other people swayed to the beat and she just stood, it felt like it could have been an hour but it was only around fifteen seconds before the world began to move in normal motion again, her eyes falling t othe phone in her hand. It was ironic that Rose’s profile was already pulled up on the app, she had been lurking again, looking through videos of her dancing, pictures of her out to eat. A life could be easy to envy behind the screen of a cellphone, only the good things ever got out there.
She couldn’t do this. She couldn’t approach her only to find out that the other woman had forgotten who she was since Whittemore was reduced to ashes. She couldn’t wave her over only to find herself wishing that she could be someone else once again. Bea had always loved Rose, perhaps too much, perhaps that was why she felt the need to disappear through the crowd before she had the chance to speak to her -- whether she would have or not. Shoving her phone in her pocket, she moved through the wave of people again, she didn’t know if she noticed or not but for a split second, she met her eyes, and she smiled.
❂ MY MUSE IS CLUMSY AND CRASHES INTO YOURS.
Juggling an iced coffee, two orders of fries, a milkshake, a cheeseburger and a side salad in her arms, Beatrice should have been more careful of how quickly she turned but she was in her own bubble, it wasn’t until she collided with another body that she realized her mistake, food falling like a slow motion avalanche. Her milkshake hit the floor first, followed by salad and fries, iced coffee spilled down the front of her shirt, she just managed to catch the cheeseburger in a desperate attempt to stop it all from happening. It was too late.
“Wonderful,” she spoke once the shock wore off, too busy staring down at her shirt now drenched in cold caffeine to see who she had ran into. “Just wonderful.”
“Bea?” Hearing her name she glanced up, surprise taking over, the name falling from her lips before she truly realized how familiar her face and her voice were, apparently her mouth worked quicker than her mind, “Rose.”
“I am so sorry,” she started, also dripping iced coffee, her shoes drowning in milkshake, typically Beatrice might be angry but she just felt bad now, waving her apology away. It was unnecessary, if anyone was to blame, it was her.
“Don’t be. My bad.” The poor employees were probably already pulling out their cleaning supplies, she heard a customer snicker but she didn’t care, covered in sticky brown liquid, she probably looked pretty funny. Staring down at the mess before her gaze moved to the growing line, cheeseburger still clasped tightly in her fist, she half laughed, half sighed. “Do you think my mom would know this was floor food?”
ϟ THERE’S A STORM GOING ON AND OUR MUSES ARE STUCK TOGETHER IN A HOUSE– HOW WILL THIS GO?
The thunder shook the whole building, Beatrice was almost positive it wasn’t only in her mind as she flung herself ever so dramatically across the couch, acting as though it was the end of the world as she knew it. “It isn’t letting up,” Rose announced from the window and she bit her tongue to stop herself from making a remark about how she could tell that much by what must have been the third flash of lightning in sixty seconds, groaning in frustration. “Oh, come on.” Turning away from the window, the other woman smiled lightly. “It isn’t so bad. At least the power isn’t--” Another flash lit up the room, the whole sky visible from the window frame, even where Beatrice lay on the couch, immediately followed by a loud rumble of thunder. Then, darkness. Complete darkness. For a moment, there was only the sound of their breathing, and then Rose’s voice, a sheepish tone. “--out.”
It was too bad she didn’t have night vision, she would be able to see the glare Bea was shooting in her direction. If looks could kill. “You jinxed us,” she muttered, her feet planted on the floor.
“It’s okay, there must be candles around here somewhere, or a flashlight.” From the other side of the room came her friend’s voice, only a handful of seconds later a crashing sound and then cursing. She’d ran into a chair.
Laughing under her breath, Beatrice felt her way across the room, yanking open a random drawer, there didn’t appear to be anything helpful inside so she felt her way to the drawer below it, digging inside. A box of matches. Success. “Rose,” she called over her shoulder, her voice nearly echoing in the pitch black room, lighting a match (and burning her finger) on her third attempt. “Got it!” The little burst of fire gave off enough light to shuffle through the remaining objects, coming up with a deck of cards that had been tied and thrown inside. She grinned, turning to show the other woman, suddenly she had a great idea on how they could pass time.
“Are you up for a game of strip poker?”
☂ IT’S POURING DOWN AND YOUR MUSE FORGOT THEIR UMBRELLA, WILL MY MUSE OFFER UP THEIRS?
Without a doubt. Unless Beatrice was just being rude or found her torture amusing, usually her heart would win out and she would give her the umbrella, walking in the rain herself.
♤ OUR MUSES ARE PLAYING A GAME, WHICH KIND AND WHO IS WINNING?
Strip poker. Is there any losing with them? No, honestly, they would probably end up convincing two other people to play Pictionary with them and both failing miserably, screaming and yelling at their teammates as if they were at fault, whether they were on a team with each other or someone else. The game would end in tears and injuries. I would suggest a friendly game of Cards Of Humanity instead, the goal would be to just make each other laugh and they’d forget about the competition. It would be much… safer.
Even though everything they’ve been through in the past few weeks makes it feel like an eternity has passed since the Dance World Cup, Chase still struggles to make eye contact with Rose, and she never fails to call him out on it. Which of course makes him feel even more uncomfortable. Which, of course, she finds even more hilarious. A never ending cycle.
♥, the favorites of my muse:
((I’m blonde and it’s almost midnight can u repeat the question))
☯, here, have a hug from my muse
♪, I’ve put all of my songs on shuffle- now I have to write a drabble involving our muses with the next song that comes on:
LMAOOoOoO BUT I GOT THE GLEE COVER OF TEENAGe DreAM
❂, my muse is clumsy and crashes into yours:
He apologizes profusely, ignoring any and all smart remarks about physical contact that could reference the dreaded Toxic rehearsal and trigger a cringe attack, where he violently cringes and hate everything about his life and questions why he’s allowed to exist on this earth. He’s had quite a few of those.
♤, our muses are playing a game, which kind and who’s winning?
✍✎ ∞☎♥☯♪ϟ♤ (i am rose and justin brotp trash okay i have no shame)
✍:For what my muse has written about yours in their diary.
You know how you’re just drawn to some people? Rose is like that. She’s kind of like a female TJ. I just wanna be around her. And it’s not that I’m in love with her, I just want to be close to her. I want to be her best friend. It’s weird, because I know her history with Ty, but that doesn’t have to be a barrier. She’s the kind of person you want to be there for. She deserves to have someone be there for her. She’s like a star, in a way. Endlessly burning, but people love her.
✎:For an unsent letter from my muse (May be AU if you want, just let me know what kind of AU you want).
Dear Rose,
I just want to tell you that I care. Sometimes I get the vibe that you think your problems aren’t as important as everyone else’s. I wouldn’t say that if I didn’t understand the feeling. But they matter to me. I’m always there if you need me. There’s a reason I always offer up my room for a comfort place. Sometimes you just need an outlet, and if I can be that for you after those events, then that’s good enough for me. You deserve it. You deserve a lot of things, but I can’t give them all to you. So I offer what I can.
Love, Justin
∞:A random headcanon about my muse and yours.
Justin periodically checks up on Rose, whether she realizes or not. Sometimes it’s obvious, like a quick text, but sometimes he makes sure to seek her out during a party or a busy event to make sure she’s okay. He doesn’t want her to know because he doesn’t want her to hide from him and he likes that she sometimes lets her guard down for him.
☎:For a drunk phone call.
“Rose, listen. You need to know that I get it. Loving TJ can drive you crazy, right? But the good kind. Like… Crazy like… Like I don’t know, but a good crazy. I love him. I’m crazy. Do they relate? I don’t know. Maybe he just likes crazy people.”
♥:The favorites of my muse- can be anything from music to sex positions, you’re allowed to specify what you want.
Justin’s favorite things about Rose:
Her sense of humor, her outgoing personality, the way she laughs when she’s truly happy, how she comes to his room in times of need, how she helps him understand others.
☯:Here, have a hug from my muse.
It was not uncommon to see Rose in his doorway, so Justin took the normal route. He stood up from his bed, allowed her inside, and shut the door behind her. Without speaking, he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her close, one hand softly moving up and down her back to attempt to comfort her. He then pulled back, pushing the clothing off the other side of his bed and making room for her to sit down with him.
♪:I’ve put all of my songs on shuffle- now I have to write a drabble involving our muses with the next song that comes on.
Trade Mistakes - Panic! At the Disco
I may never sleep tonight,As long as you’re still burning bright.If I could trade mistakes for sheep,Count me away before you sleep.I’ll still wait till I trade my mistakes,So they fade away.
Justin pushes back the blankets on his bed only on one side. It’s too early for him to sleep, but Rose looks exhausted, and he wants her to get some rest until she feels better. “Come on Rose, get some sleep, we can talk about it in the morning,” he tells her in the most calm voice that Justin Moore can muster. He is not usually like this, only for a select few people. Rose, Tyson, Jess. The ones that he feels need him as much as he needs them. The others he sometimes thinks he needs more. But as Rose climbs into the side of his bed that usually goes unslept in unless Tyson is there, he smiles softly at her. She whispers to ask him if he’s going to sleep as well, and he tells her that he will in a bit. But truly, he’s not sure if he will tonight. “Just go to sleep, I’ll be here when you wake up.”
ϟ:There’s a storm going on and our muses are stuck together in a house- how will this go?
Justin’s shoulders are tense and he knows that Rose probably doesn’t understand why, and he’s not about to explain that he never truly lost the fear that he’d acquired as a little boy. Sometimes thunder still sounded a little too much like booming voices and when that happened his reflection looked too much like a little boy with curly hair covering his eyes underneath the covers of his bed. He smiles at Rose, jaw tensed. “Know any good music?” He asks, hoping maybe they can listen to music and just talk about things that don’t really matter. He wants mindless chatter and fun music. “Something fun, I can grab snacks and we can jam. Sound good to you?”
♤:Our muses are playing a game, which kind and who is winning?
They’re playing a really intense game of monopoly and Rose is winning, but only because she keeps cheating. She insisted on being the banker, and Justin knew it was a bad idea, but he just laughs because he’s going to get her back next time they play.
[TEXT] CONGRATULATIONS now you guys have finally sorted it out can you please host one of your joint parties again, i miss them, and i miss the two of you okay. (i'm proud of you) x
[text] I DON’T KNOW I’M JUST SO HAPPY the entire world is crashing down and we’re building a time machine BUT I FEEL GREAT ON TOP OF THE WORLD IT’S BEEN A JOURNEY MAYBE WE’LL RENEW OUR VOWS you can be maid of honour and invite the Hemsworths
