WHAT MY MUSE HAS WRITTEN ABOUT YOURS IN THEIR DIARY.
Today after school we got chicken nuggets. Mathis asked “auntie Lil come too?” I had to tell him she was busy and he teared up. I distracted him by ordering a chocolate milkshake too. I’m so happy that he has her... that we have her. I know I have my family, but they feel so much like strangers. I can’t trust people with him. I just can’t. I can’t lose him too, and I can’t let him get hurt. But he’d be so much lonelier if it wasn’t for auntie Lil, and honestly, I would be too.
A RANDOM HEADCANON ABOUT MY MUSE AND YOURS.
At some point after the birth of her son, Brooklyn gave Lillian the only spare key to her house. After everything that has happened, she doesn’t trust people, but Lillian is welcome over any time, even if she knocks instead of letting herself in. More than anything it gave her peace of mind to know if there was an emergency, if she were to have a heart attack and Mathis was there afraid and alone, Lillian could walk right in to check on him.
IT’S THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT AND MY MUSE HAS HAD A NIGHTMARE ABOUT YOURS -- WHAT DOES MY MUSE DO?
It had been approximately three weeks since her last nightmare. They usually revolved around the other Walker sibling, but this time it was different. Brooklyn sat up straight, her heart beating in her chest. Her ears were still ringing and she realized now her throat ached. Had she really screamed? Listening for a moment to make sure she hadn’t woken her son, she sank back into her pillow, letting out a shaky breath.
She could still see the scene clearly --- Lillian standing in front of her, reaching a hand out, a hand that was slowly darkening into ash. She looked so afraid. “Don’t let this happen,” she had begged, her eyes wide and tearful as her skin chipped away, some scattering in the breeze. “Please, Brooklyn, don’t fail me too.”
She had woke up the moment the other girl collapsed into a pile of burnt on the ground, awoke from the sound of her own screech ripping through the air. Was that what she had done? Had she failed David? Is that what Lillian thought? Would she fail Mathis, too?
Pressing the palms of her hands against her eyes, Brooklyn tried desperately to steady her breathing before it turned into another anxiety attack. The sun was not yet peeking through the window, the clock by her bed reading only 4:32 am. If it wasn’t so early, she’d shoot a text to the other girl, just to check in. Just to make sure the nightmare hadn’t been some sort of sign. Instead, she sat unmoving until 5:07, afraid to go back to sleep and allow the guilt to eat her up all over again.
YOUR MUSE COMES TO MINE, CRYING, HOW DOES MY MUSE REACT?
“Lillian, we didn’t know you were...” Brooklyn trailed off when she saw the tears streaming down her cheeks, the words ‘coming over today’ sticking to the back of her throat. “Mathis, sweetie, why don’t you go play for a moment? Mommy and auntie Lil will be right there.”
Stepping aside to let the other girl in as the boy bounced down the hallway to set up a race track with his toy cars, she was at a loss for words for a moment. She had never seen her upset, and she wasn’t sure if she was supposed to comfort her or not. While she was the closest person left in her life, Brooklyn was aware that she wasn’t Lillian’s best friend. Brooklyn was also aware that she wasn’t the most gentle and affectionate person anymore, not the girl she used to be.
“Are you okay?” She asked, softly --- a tone reserved for only two people in her life, the two people currently under her roof. “Come here,” she added after a moment, deciding, fuck it, pulling the other girl into a loose embrace.
