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☔: my muses reaction to opening their front door and seeing yours drenched in rain
Zachary spent his free time writing at his desk, a photo of his parents when they were younger taped on the side, and his phone open to photos he couldn’t bring himself to delete of people he once loved. A knock on the door was a rare occurrence, no one left in his life that cared enough to go out of their way and visit him. He went to it anyway, assuming it was a little girl scout or some bible thumper, ready to turn them away. Instead he opened the door and saw his boss, Anastasia Sharpe, wet and shaking. The sound of rain always soothed him, but he could understand that being out in it and getting drenched was not. Here she was, her elegant clothes dripping, her luscious hair flat and wet, sticking to her face. He didn’t know what had happened, or why she was here, but he let the door open more and moved his hand to grab her, bringing her in.
☆: my muse comforting yours while they get a tattoo
Zach didn’t know why Ana decided to get a tattoo or why she decided to bring him with her, but he would go anyway. It was his job, and as much as he didn’t want to admit it they were starting to become friends. So if she payed him to stand next to her when she got a rose or whatever on her body forever, he would do it. Of course he didn’t expect her to grab his hand and squeeze it while it was all happening, and he was sure she didn’t expect him to start videotaping it to laugh at later on.
☏: my muse’s reaction to getting a phone call from the hospital about your muse
When his phone rang that night he didn’t care to look at the caller id, expecting it to be Anastasia asking him to come over and kill a bug or bring her a latte, or whatever bullshit she was having him do now. So he picked up, getting the worried voice of a stranger telling him Anastasia Sharpe was in the hospital after being in an accident. He didn’t know why they called him, but he came over none the less, rushing over to make sure she was okay. Even though he hated her, a part of him knew that she was all he had in this point in his life, and without her he had nothing left to do. He looked upon her body in the hospital bed, usually dressed to the nines now in a hospital gown and a cut lip. He was happy to see she was okay besides that, and she was teasing him the minute he walked in and asking him to bring her some non hospital food.
✿: my muse’s reaction to leaving a cut on your muse’s body
Zach had to deal with a lot of bullshit when it came to Anastasia, sometimes it would be cooking. Despite the fact that she could get any great chef in the area to make her whatever she wanted, she still insisted on him coming over occasionally and making her a sad excuse of food. The first time around was a disaster, he was not a chef and didn’t even cook for himself, so while he was chopping up some food she had to tell him how he was doing it wrong. It needed to be smaller, no it needed to be bigger, so eventually she came up to him and tried showing him how to do it correctly. Big mistake, the two of them were stubborn beings, and them fighting over a knife was not something that should be happening. So as she tried to grab it and cut the food herself, he wanted to prove that he could do it, ripping the knife out of her hand and slicing her palm. “Fuck, I’m so sorry.” He said, dropping the knife and getting anything he could find to help her out. She would never let him forget this happened.
♒: my muse’s reaction to finding your muse bruised and beaten on their doorstep
Had Zach ever been this livid before? Probably, but that did not mean he wasn’t filled with rage right now at the sight of Anastasia covered in bruises on his doorstep. He could feel his hands move to fists, and angry tears forming in his eyes at the sight. He had to ignore his own emotions right now, he had to take care of Anastasia. He picked the smaller girl up, trying not to hit any bruised parts and hurt her anymore, bringing her to his couch where she could rest and he could take care of her. Whoever did this to her, wouldn’t get away with it.
✺: my muse protecting yours from a sleaze at the club
Anastasia was extremely attractive, Zach couldn’t deny that, but sometimes her being so attractive was a problem. They couldn’t go anywhere without some asshole bothering her, and the nights when they would go out to get drunk were even worse. Every drunken asshole in the club or bar would come up to her, try to grope her or force her to go out with them. He was always quick to defend her, which she swore he didn’t need to do. Tonight was no different, except this new guy was extremely persistent. Zach’s threats didn’t affect him, so when he grabbed onto Ana and tried to pull her away Zach had to get physical, pushing the guy away and out of the bar. His annoyance was obvious, but he was used to it at this point.
☺: my muse finding yours on the side of the road, hours away from home
Zach was driving around, trying to clear his mind, when on the side of the road he recognized a certain woman who would not leave him alone. Had it been different circumstances he would have driven by and let her walk home, but she looked hurt and hours away from her home. He pulled up to where she was, rolling her eyes and opening the door. “Get in, bitch.”
⌛: the voicemail my muse leaves on your phone when your muse hasn’t been heard from for the fifth night this week
“Anastasia, where are you? You haven’t been at work in almost a week, and you haven’t talked to anyone about why you aren’t here. We’re all actually worried, and you pay me so I kind of need you to come back. Where the fuck are you?”
