Send “Ray Of Hope” and I’ll write a drabble of my Muse escaping from the depths of Darkness thanks to the thought of your Muse.
Sometimes...sometimes it just got to be too much.
All the work, all the pressures, all the everything. And all the worse when she slipped up.
She’d nearly walked out on her job today, in the heat of an argument. It took all of Jules’ self-control to bite her tongue and back down before she got fired. Now, in the safety of her own home, the writer dumped all of her stuff on the couch and stormed to the kitchen, intent on forgetting.
Her absinthe kit was on the second shelf in the middle cabinet. The brunette didn’t even hesitate to reach for it and begin to pull out all of the tools. Sugar, sugar...she needed sugar cubes. And those were...gone. She hadn’t picked some up last time she went to the store like she’d intended to. And Jules had absolutely no intention of going out now, not in a mood like this.
Putain. PUTAIN!
A low whining caught her attention. On the couch, Blazer was watching his trainer with a saddened expression. In the heat of the moment, it seemed, she’d completely forgotten to greet all of her dogs.
...Putain.
Slowly Jules crossed the room, taking a seat on the couch beside the Growlithe. He was quick to settle himself in her lap and beg for attention. That cheerful disposition and affectionate nature...it reminded her of the trainer who’d gifted her Blazer’s egg in the first place.
Jack.
Truth be told, she missed him, and their time together. Out being trainers, out in the berry fields...even those times that she messed up and they fought. Sneaking into his hospital room to cuddle in the dead of night. The day he turned 18, and they celebrated like nobody’s business. All the happy moments with them and their Pokémon. And then, distance. Staying up late for phone calls and laughing and crying and wishing they could be together. That pivotal moment when they decided they needed to pursue lives without the pressure of a long-distance relationship. Letting go, but with the promise of always being best friends.
“...” With a lukewarm grin, Jules glanced back at the absinthe kit still on the counter, then back at Blazer. Then, she sighed and got off the couch to get her HoloCaster. Surely he wouldn’t mind a call right now.
Ask my character "How do you feel about ______?" Can be an idea, person(s), place, or thing, and they'll have to answer honestly.
Jules found herself smiling involuntarily.
“He is ‘mon coeur.’ What else is there to say? I love him dearly, and I’m so fortunate that he still stands by me after everything I did. He’s so kind, and gentle, and I feel...safe, and happy, when I’m with him.”
Someone practically tackles the young man to the ground just for the sake of wrapping her arms around him and being close to him again. A short distance away, Loic looks on unamused.
The young male sneaked behind her before pressing a kiss to the back of her neck, eyes twinkling. "Bonjour, ma Julie~"
The familiar voice and pet name lit a smile on the writer’s face, and she spun around without hesitation to capture Jack in a kiss. Her hands held his face in place as she peppered it with more and more kisses, as if trying to express the bubbly feeling his presence gave her.
Send me ✔ and I will bold my preferences for your muse!
My muse(s): Jules
Do I know your muse(s): yes | no | a little | tell me about your muse
Setting: our verse | my verse | your verse | modern | alternate universe | other
Pre-established relationships? yes | no | depends on the relationship
Possible relationships: friends | classmate | co-worker | roommate | family, real or adopted | dating or blind date | married | friends with benefits | unrequited love | lending a hand | teacher - student | rivals | allies | partner-in-crime | enemies | protecter - guarded | business partners | spy - infiltrated | manipulator - manipulated | star-crossed | first meeting | other
I’m in the mood for: fluff | angst | horror | romance | humor | crime | hurt / comfort | action | supernatural | slice of life | crack | dark threads | light threads | any genre | multi-para | shorter para | one-line | any length | plotted threads | unplotted threads | other
Feel free to: message me ooc | message me ic | tell me your ideas | write a starter | answer one of my opens | send a meme | reblog this with your preferences - let’s find common interests!
Ask my muse questions about their relationship with another character.
“Heh…We actually first met over the HoloCaster. He was new to Kalos and needed someone to show him around. Then we discovered we tended some berry fields right next to each other, and we’d leave little gifts on the fence.”
“Had a bit much to drink? You could hardly stand.”
Vulnerable Situations Sentence Meme
“A bit…” The writer murmured, burying her head in the pillow. There was no doubt she’d had beyond ‘a bit’ too much to drink, but she appreciated the downplay of her current status. “Will you stay with me until the hangover goes away?”
Ask my character prying questions(on anon) about their relationship with another muse
“We’re doing very well, thank you for asking! Both of us have been busy, so we haven’t had much time to spend together, but I’m sure we’ll get a chance soon and it will be wonderful.”
