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Chapter 5 - inside of Mirror Temple

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💍 💤 or 👀 all set three/four years ago just for kicks and giggles

All set during Layla’s pregnancy. 

send 💍 for my muse to find a box with an engagement ring in it.

Layla isn’t quite sure how she keeps ending up at Seth’s place, she isn’t sure why but it’s really the only place she ever really feels comfortable. She can’t sit as Seth cooks for them which is how she finds herself wondering the small living area, she likes it, she can picture a perfect baby girl getting cuddles from her daddy in this room. Opening a draw she flicks around a little, her eyes scanning over many of the junk items in there before they come across a tiny black box. Layla may be terrible at romance but she’s seen the films, she know either Seth has a secret earring stash or thats…flipping the box open Layla holds her breath for a second at the ring inside. It’s not flashy or over the top, it’s simple and elegant and god it’s beautiful, it’s so Layla and something Seth would so pick. For a moment she stares at it and all she wants to do it slip it onto her finger, but she doesn’t. She can’t, it probably wouldn’t fit her stupid chubby hands anyway, she really hates parts of being pregnant. But the main reason is if she puts it on she’s never going to want to take it off and she can never give him the answer he want’s to that question. He deserves a girl so much better, so much happier and kinder. Seth doesn’t really want her, she knows he’s just doing what he thinks is right. With one last look Layla closes the box and places it away, taking a moment to lean against the draws and compose her breath, every part of her wants to run but she can’t. She has to stay and act like everything is okay, at least now she’ll be able to keep a poker face if he ever really asks. 

send 💤 for your muse to say something about mine in their sleep (this is the accidental one whoops)

Layla can only raise a brow as she watches Seth sleep on her knee, as if the 5 month bump isn’t taking up enough room on her knee somehow Seth has managed to nestle his head against it and is now soundly sleeping. It’s valentines day and Layla is sure the only reason he managed to convince her to come over is because she was hormonal and knew she should not be alone at this point but here she is, her attention isn’t really on the old black and white film playing, no wonder seth fell asleep, but rather the man himself. She flicks the TV off and look’s down at him. He looks so handsome all the damn time and it really frustrates Layla because it makes it hard to concentrate at times, looking at him now she starts to count the freckles dusting his cheeks but she soon looses count and instead rests her head back, letting her fingers briefly trail through his short hair, she doesn’t ever think that she will get more moments like these, the three of them, bump long since asleep and dad at her side, so she intends to cherish it. Her eyes are closed and she’s still playing with his hair when she panics as he starts to mumble, thinking he’s woken Layla stills her movement but she realises he’s simply talking in his sleep. Give us a chance. Even in his sleep he’s breaking her heart with his pleas, she can’t tell him why she can’t, he won’t understand, he doesn’t know her or who she is, he doesn’t know why he and their baby will be so much better off without her. Family. Layla closes her eyes again as he mumbles her fingers finding his hair again. “Oh Seth you have no idea.” She whispers into the quiet. 

send 💤 for my muse to say something about yours in their sleep. 

Layla is sleeping a lot more these days, it’s a good job she’s taken extra maternity leave because she can’t keep her eyes open for the entire day anymore. She worried at first but the doctor assured her it’s normal. The baby is growing and it’s taking a lot out of the first time mom but she’s doing great. She’s back at Seths, for someone who wanted to do this pregnancy alone she’s here a lot these days, part of her is just scared of being alone, the baby is due soon and she doesn’t want to be alone and something go wrong. He’s not even here but she feels better knowing he will at least be coming home from work soon. Deciding to nap Layla curls herself into a ball on the couch, her face slightly buried in a sweater of his that was on the back of the chair and though it’s clearly been worn and needs washing it’s comforting. The pregnant snoozing woman has no idea how long she’s been out when the weight of Seth appears crouching on the sofa next to her, not enough to wake her but she knows he is there. “You make me feel safe.” She whispers to him, as if sleepily that’s explanation enough as to why she’s here. “I love..” With that she’s sleeping again, her body arched into his. 

send  👀 for the moment my muse realized they’re in love with yours. 

It could honestly be a scene from a movie, Nicolas Sparks could make movies from the moment Layla ever first realized she was in love with Seth. For once they were at her place, the power had gone out in a storm and the idiot had called Seth in a panic, she wasn’t sure why but the next thing she knew Seth was on her door step, soaking wet through ready to help in anyway he could. She scolds him for a second before ordering he strips and hands him one of the few shirts of her fathers she has kept. She doesn’t have a fire and her heater is out meaning the two of them are wrapped up in her bed to keep warm. Seth is talking about cars and whilst she knows a surprising amount she’s stopped paying attention because as she watches the way his face lights up, only illuminated by candles and the moon something hits Layla. This is the longest they’ve spent together in weeks where Seth hasn’t asked her to give him a chance. He hasn’t brought up family, or them being together and it’s in that very moment she realizes if he asked her right now, as she laid next to him, whilst he spoke about old cars and she listened, if Seth asked her to love him in this moment she could tell him that she already did. All those times he’s said no and now he’s stopped asking her…maybe he’ll never ask again and now she’s never going to get the tell him she’s in love with him, she can never say yes. 

@mechanicsm

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@mechanicsm

The young teacher pushed through the already ajar door to the Moore homestead. It hadn’t been the first time he’d entered, but this would mark the first time he’d done so relatively unannounced. Even that word seemed too distant from what he was doing currently as they had made plans to eat pasta together nearly a month ago. “I’m here, I’m queer, an’ I’ve got pas—” he started with a shout, but found himself pausing abruptly when the first face his bright blue eyes caught onto belonged to Sarah. He offered a weird, half-smile. He really should’ve seen this coming from a mile away. “—ta...They’re li’l bowties. I didn’t cook ‘em ‘cause I thought we could do that ta’gether.” His smile stretched wider then, attempting to bring his voice to an intonation below a yell. “An’ hello, Monster Truck.”

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✺ - ♬

✺ - for my muse to help yours get through a frightening situation

layla clung to seth as they walked through central park. “no seth this is not funny we have to go right now.” she squealed as she hid behind his large figure, for once glad she was so tiny as she watched the clowns pass them. “i didn’t know this was today oh god seth get them away!” she protested as she buried her faced between his shoulders as she continued to keep herself shielded behind him. of course at 30 and a detective she knew that being frightened of clowns was the most stupid thing in the world but she had watched to many horror films when she was little to ever get over her fear now. “i think i’m going to pass out.” layla breathed as she moved around clinging to his arm to avoid the clowns in the waves they were coming. “why are there so many damn clowns in one place anywhere!” she asked, her voice noticeably higher than it usually was. “i swear next time you want to go on a walk you can go alone.....oh god he tried to touch me.” layla whimpered gripping his arm tightly buring her face once again. 

♬ - for my muse to hum or sing to calm yours down (Past tense when Layla was pregnant) 

layla had no idea how the hell she had ended up here. she had been so determined to do this all alone, she wouldn’t depend on this man, one she had met only a few time but for some reason, at 3 am when she couldn’t get the damn baby girl growing in her belly to stop kicking her she had ended up on seth’s door step. of course he had allowed her straight in and she was now laid out on his bed (as it was the only place she could get comfortable) and the poor man was trying to calm the obviously stressed woman. layla hated feeling so weak and exposed, she barely knew this guy, excluding the night they had made the kicking child they had met less than a handful of times. “nothing that stupid website say’s is working...she won’t stop kicking me and i don’t know why she is so mad at me.” she practically whimpered as she rubbed the swollen stomach. “what else does it say?” she breathed and she closed her eyes and frowned. hearing a soft hum from where he sat on the bed next to hear layla opened her eyes a little before frowning as he suddenly began to sing quietly. “wha...” she dropped quiet again as the baby seemed to start listening to him. feeling herself calming down layla closed her eyes again and listened to him sing, it seemed to be calming both of them down and she almost wanted to cry in relief. “thankyou.” layla breathed out wiping her eyes, stupid pregnancy hormones. settling her ragged breathing layla rolled over so she was facing him, watching as she continued to sing, letting the quiet melody keep both her and bump calm. 

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( seth & ophelia pt 1. )         ‘ when you fall in love, it is a temporary madness. it erupts like an earthquake and then it subsides. and when it subsides, you have to make a decision. you have to work out whether your roots are to become so entwined together that it is inconceivable that you should ever part. because this is what love is. love is not breathlessness, it is not excitement, it is not the desire to mate every second of the day. it is not lying awake at night imagining that his is kissing every part of your body. no.. don’t blush. i am telling you some truths. for that is just being in love; which any of us can convince ourselves we are. love itself is what is left over when being in love has burned away. doesn’t sound very exciting, does it? but it is! ‘ -- captain corelli’s mandolin by louis de bernieres for @mechanicsm

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Send me📝 and my muse will reveal their thoughts about your muse.

Their first impression: “His smile is soft and he cares a great deal ’bout his daughter.”Their current impression: “I’m not quite sure how I feel ‘bout him.”What they like the most about your muse: “Sarah.”What they dislike the most about your muse: “His sense’a humour.”What your muse is for them ( Friend, lover, rival ecc.): “He considers me a friend so I s’pose I can reciprocate.”A general opinion of their relationship: “I believe Seth thinks we’re closer than we actually are. Dun get me wrong…I think he’s incredibly interestin’. I think we’ll figure it out.”If applicable, something they wish to reveal: “I saw him dancin’ with O at the party so I’m guessin’ hes the one she mentioned carin’ ‘bout. If so, I hope he knows I’ll break his legs if he breaks her heart.”

[islafoxx]

text || seth 🛠🚗

isla: hi.

isla: i know it's late & i promise there's an explanation for why i'm the one texting you but we can talk about it later.

isla: what matters is that ophelia was shot and she's in the hospital and she needs you.

isla: so you need to get here.

[plsgala]

22 & 11

22. any specific textures that bother you?yeah like those beehives textures, patterns or whatever.11. are you very sensitive to smell?not really? i’d say the normal amount.

              sensory asks || ask