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mxdiium

❝ don’t trust a soul. most here don’t have one. ❞

[stxtchedwithadventure]

(ू• ౪•ू )

Send (ू• ౪•ू ) to touch my muse’s cheeks and squoosh them.

“Norman!!” 

The whining tone in her voice suggests she’s more annoyed than mad- and even so, it’s somewhat of a facade. But with narrowed eyes, her hands reach out to grab at his cheeks-  and she finds herself laughing at how ridiculous they both must look. Narrowed eyes turn into a playful, silly face, tongue out and eyes crossed. Her and Norman may not be five anymore, but hey- they’re not done being kids yet, either. 

So she’ll let it slide- just this one time, 

[stxtchedwithadventure]

♬

send one for my muse’s reaction to your muse —

♬ = singing to them 

She’s trying to be MAD. She’s trying to sulk and be put off by the argument with her parents earlier. But being in a bad mood when your cousin is singing the lyrics to a song you both (often) sing out loud is a little hard. Coraline’s having an awfully rough time trying to keep the GRIN off of her face, and the song off of her own lips. A roll of the eyes is a nice cover up, she thinks. 

        “Norman, come on- that’s not going to cheer me up.” Only it is doing just that. Because he’s trying, and he’s got that goofygrin on his face that always does the job in lifting her spirits. He’s close to her- HE, more than anyone, knows what will and won’t work to cure her bad mood. 

A few more lines of song, and he’s done just that. The smile breaks through her angry mask, and it doesn’t take long for her voice to join with his. 

[wxywxrd-blog]

Silently pulls Wirt into a tight, tight hug, nuzzling his nose into the crook of his neck like he never wants to let go.

...It’s been a while, that’s for sure.

At first, he’s not quite sure how to reactto the hug. Should he reciprocate? Maybeslowly back away (even though that’s thevery LAST thing he wants to do)? To Wirt,the situation is a sort of enigma-- what doesone DO when they don’t want the personthey LOVE to get hurt? 

But he’s missed Norman ever so much, andthe temptation to return the hug is simply toogreat to resist. 

Hesitantly (shakily, even), Wirt’s arms wraparound Norman just as tightly, holding theother as close to him as possible. Within aninstant, he’s instantly regretting not tellingNorman everything... not being there formonths on end. If he could go back andchange things, he would in a heartbeat, butthe only thing he can do for Norman is tobe here NOW. He needs to apologize forwhat WAS; move on to focus on what IS.

      “H-Hey, I---... I-I-I’m sorry.”

Wirt’s cheeks flush slightly at the thoughtof what could have very easily slipped outof his mouth at the moment, but he shakesoff the thought. Not yet. Too soon.

      “...it’s okay.”

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;;--you are going to make me cry when i write this ask for you