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((This started as a sketch i didnt think i was gonna finish but uhhhhh yknow. Coping with living thru world events and whatnot.
So here’s Green and Muse dressed as Aziraphale and Crowley but referenced from that Dan and Phil photo :’) and yes i know Halloween passed a few days ago i just wanted to draw something that would make me happy 😭😭😭
While I'm in the midst of setting things up, have some doodles and whatnot of my idiot children whom I've kept alive along w @harbingerofbastards this entire time teehee
"Stay with me... please..."
Green proceeds to nuzzle Muse and hug him. He rests his head on his shoulder.
PJ: Of course I will...PJ: I’ll never leave you, never ever.
UR: I crave you
He shivers a bit, tilting his head to the side a bit so Muse has better access.
PJ: I crave you too~
whoops I wrote a bad thing. The lovely is mad at me
10 AM
Green was down in the kitchen, doing his usual routine of making himself a cup of coffee, but before that making Muse his morning tea. He added the usual to it, which was;
One packet of any regular tea (preferably Chamomile + Mint)
A teaspoon of honey
¼ teaspoon of sugar
½ teaspoon of lemon juice
Endless amounts of love
In that order. And the water had to be boiled on a stovetop for about 30 minutes. Yup. As long as those rules were followed, the tea was declared ready for Muse consumption. He sets it on the counter to cool off as he drinks his coffee, hearing those oh so familiar footsteps of the man of his dreams coming downstairs for his tea. They were then followed by the footsteps of their pack of four kids, Ben, Gloria, Delilah, and Christian, in that order of whoever woke up first. He smiles as he hears the morning voices of his kids and beloved husband, taking a few sips before joining them all at the kitchen table.
3 AM
Still not asleep. He doesn’t toss and turn, but stares at the ceiling, his fingers getting tangled as he mindlessly plays and twirls Muse’s hair as he sleeps. He lets out a sigh and looks down at his loved one, peaceful and at rest. He loves him so much, but this is the only thing he will ever envy of him. The fact that he can sleep and not deal with a raging monster inside his head. By that, he means the brain tumor he had yet to tell Muse about. He’ll tell him later, after a few visits to his doctor. If it’s bad, he’ll tell him, and if it’s good, he won’t. Simple as that.
TWO MONTHS/12 AM
He found out.
His symptoms got worse and he ended up having a hospital stay, but things eventually got back to normal. Also, he recently got prescribed sleeping pills from the doctor to help with his insomnia. Other than that, all has been going pretty well for the family. Nothing out of the blue or no massive glitter consumptions.
ONE YEAR/10 AM
He woke up, going downstairs to the kitchen, a loud thump with every step he took. He brought out the supplies to make the tea, and then got started on the coffee. He added the ingredients in the precise order, making sure everything was as is. He took a sip of the already prepared coffee and stared down at the tea. He didn’t hear footsteps coming downstairs.
He eyed the now suspicious drink and set the mug filled with coffee down and picked up the tea cup, bringing it to his lips. He blew on it softly for a bit before taking a sip. He stood there, slightly hunched over, the cup of tea in his hands. He moved his lips away from the rim of the cup and just stared at it, as if it was some sort of drink from another world, a drink sent from hell.
A single teardrop fell into the cup, and then another, and another, until his vision was cloudy and he couldn’t tell how much of his tears fell into the drink, ruining it with the salty substance coming from his eyes.
“It’s just not the same…” Muse whispered as he set the cup down and wiped at his eyes.
He has spent weeks after Green… was gone, trying to perfect that once sweet and delicious tea he would make for him every morning, and each time he failed. He still didn’t hear any footsteps, but then remembered that it was because he couldn’t handle looking at his children anymore. He saw too much of Green in each of them, and he also knew he wasn’t fit to take care of any children in his current state of mind. He let Green’s brothers take care of them for now, until he could get better, but when would better come? Better was when Green was here. Better was in a single cup of tea, crafted together by those perfect hands made in Oakland, California. Better was the love poured into it. But better was gone, and the tea tasted empty and bland ever since those lively hands disappeared and were currently rotting in the ground underneath.
i'm gonna shove my head sO FAR UP MUSE'S ASS WHEN THEY RELEASE DRONES TBH
its 2 30 am
I feel like changing chem's hair and yeah an hour of my life ill never get back. But do you get the feeling your art got better because damn son lookatmuse.
