angst marzio even if he gone,,,, ,, and dell 2'plz
▲ My muse’s dying words as yours holds them
True to form, it was even in death that Lacuna could bring herself to worry about those around her. The look on Marzio’s face was heartbreaking; she wanted nothing more than to give him a reason not to blame himself for the accident that would claim her life. Groping about the weapon protruding from her side, it didn’t help that it was his sword. With half-lidded eyes Lacuna gently placed her pale, delicate hands over his much larger ones reassuringly.
“This isn’t your fault… okay? Please.. don’t blame yourself..” Not even this could change the fact that he’d protected her for so long.
♥ My muse fatally injures yours
She’d never meant to take a life. The smoking gun in her hands suggested otherwise. It’d been only in a moment of intense desperation that Lacuna had even considered using it. Caught between a rock and a hard place, she had to act fast lest she never see Violet again save for behind bars. Unfortunately, Dell just so happened to be the only obstacle standing in her way.
“I don’t want to hurt you! Please, let her go!”
As an officer of the law he wasn’t about to take that threat sitting down. Breaking into a running tackle, it was by sheer chance that the moment they collided the dancer pulled the trigger. Struggling to break free of his weight, it didn’t take long for Lacuna to realize that she faced little opposition but gravity itself. No hands reached to pin down her arms, nor legs her waist. Gently nudging the man, she flipped Dell over to find the telltale stain that would haunt her for the rest of her life.
Where are you? I miss you like crazy. What made you turn this way? Was it me? I wouldn’t dare blame this on you. I guess people really do change. But the last person I wished to change, was you.
The teacup rides get lonely, you know…
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♣: Here, have a not so regular (maybe even a dirty one) text message.
I miss your fingers carding through my hair as I lay my head to rest on your thighs. Sometimes I wish you were mine. It’s too late when I realize, talking to a gravestone is rather lonesome.
✍: For what my muse has written about yours in their diary.
dear dieary,
i met i girl today and she waz vary pretty. hur eis wer bloo like mommy’s favurit color. hur name is venise venizse venice she playd wif me and mad me smil. my frends say she doznt ecist becas dey cant see hur but i knoe she does. it makes me sad wen she is sad. i wish my frends cud see hur.
love, steven
✎: For an unsent letter from my muse (May be AU if you want, just let me know what kind of AU you want).
"January 17th, xxxx
Hey Venice, today was a lot colder than it has been since the new year started. I’m getting married today. The dress that you begged me to buy you just for this day as my “best woman” is on the dresser with a slip of paper with your name on it.
It really hurts me to look at it.
It makes me think of you
and how much I hate you for dying.”
There’s a knock on the dresser door followed by a “Steven? It’s time, let’s go,” his best man Wallace’s voice slipped into the room. Standing up straight he re-read the piece of paper he wrote on and frowned. Picking it up, he tore it into a perfect half and threw it into the trash.
"Another unsent letter…" He muttered to himself.
☎: For a drunk phone call.
2:37am
"H-Hello?"
"DUDE VENICE! WHAT’S UP?"
Venice rolled on her bed as she smacked her palm to her forehead, “It’s 2 in the morning Steven, what the hell do you want? Are— Are you drunk?”
A loud laugh could be heard on the other side of the call, “Maybe, I don’t know. Haha duuude, the wind feels so good right now. Wish you were here honestly.”
Venice dug her face into the sheets and pinched herself, trying to hold down her growing blush.
"Venice? Veeenice??"
♥: The favorites of my muse- can be anything from music to sex positions, you’re allowed to specify what you want.
-the way her hips sway when she walks with heels on
-the way she bites her lips when shes nervous or holding back a laugh
-the way she twirls her hair around her finger while she talks on the phone
-the way she bites on her straws
-the way her eyes dance like crystals when they hit sunlight
these are all my favorites about venice
∞: A random headcanon about my muse and yours.
They use jankenpon for every decision making situation like the 12 year olds that they are.
"Steven who’s turn is it to wash the dishes?!"
"JAN KEN PON."
"Venuuus! Can you go get the mail?"
"JAN KEN PON."
"I want to eat there."
"But I want to eat over there…"
"JAN KEN PON."
"Make the first move."
"No, you."
"Geez man up Steven Stone."
"…"
"JAN KEN PON."
☯: Here, have a hug from my muse.
Steven laughed as his classmate told a joke. Suddenly a large weight landed on his back causing him to lurch forward a bit a let out a small grunt, “AH?!” He shouted in confusion as small arms wrapped around his neck followed by a menacing giggle that sounded similar to the devil.
"BOSTON CRAB!"
Venice yelled as she began to wrap Steven up into a pretzel, his face pressed down on the school’s floor as he felt his arms go numb. “WHAT THE HELL, STOP VENICE STOP!!”
"There is no mercy is wrestling you filthy pleb."
☮: An argument I think my muse would have with yours.
"Ok ok ok hear me out though ok," Steven held up the dark gray v-neck to his chest, "the gray looks good but it makes my eyes too bright?" Next he held up the maroon v-neck, "Maroon looks good but like??? It doesn't look good with my hair. Venice what should I do?"
As calmly as she could, the shorter teen rubbed her temples and plastered on a smile, "I think they both look good on you Stevie."
"Yeah, bitch, I know but I can't get both of the same shirt. Who do you think I am? Gosh."
"STEVEN STONE WE'VE BEEN IN THE SAME STORE FOR 45 MINUTES JUST PICK A SHIRT."
"Oh my ARCEUS, why are you yelling at me," he fanned himself with a lanky hand, "I honestly thought you would be here to support me in my darkest hours but NO you just make it worst don't you VENICE."
"Pick. A. Shirt."
"Honestly Venice you are being so rude right now. Venice? Venice, where are you going?"
