☹, Ü, ღ, ?, X, ✝, "I’m pregnant", "How many time have I told you to be more careful?" (i loveth thou)
☹ My muse is visiting your muse on their death bed + ღ a forehead kiss from my muse
“Christ… I don’t even know what to say.” Malachi shook his head as he sunk down next to Sophia, who was sleeping currently. He didn’t have the heart to wake her so just talked to her in hushed whispers, it was easier anyway. “Just— You’ve got to turn this around, Soph. You can’t die on me. You’re too young, you’re too good.” He shook his head, looking at how peaceful she was right now, his own breaths falling in sync with the rise and fall of her chest. “You’ve been in my life for so goddamn long and call me selfish, but I can’t let you leave yet. You’ve got to stick around because even though I never say it, you’re my closest friend and things would be so much crappier. ” He moved down to place a gentle kiss on her forehead, careful not to wake her up because he wouldn’t be able to face it. “Hopefully your subconscious will register this because I can’t come visit when you’re awake, I can’t do it. You’ve got to stay alive though, Soph.”
Ü your muse walks in on my muse naked
Malachi had just gotten out of the shower. He’d woken up late that morning, for once, and had to rush around considering he and Sophia had plans not even twenty minutes later. In his haste he’d forgotten to bring a towel into the bathroom attached to his room. The unfortunate part of this scenario was when he heard his door click open and Sophia walk in and Malachi… he was stark naked. His hands moved quickly to cross over himself, covering the more x-rated parts of him. He stood there other than that, half stunned and un-moving. He wasn’t gutted-uncomfortable by this situation it was just a body, one she’d seen before, but obviously she still shouldn’t be seeing him naked. “I’ve got to admit my exhibitionist phase was short lived so… if you could please leave I think that would be best.” He made a friendly joke while he was cupping himself, in true Malachi fashion, as he angled his chin towards the door waiting for her to leave so he could walk in order to find clothes without flashing her.
? my muse will ask your muse a question they always wanted to ask
Malachi scratched the back of his neck awkwardly, unsure how to phrase the question. It’d been picking at his brain for a while now. “Soph— you don’t… still have feelings for me? Do you?” He asked her bluntly and without any expectation that she would say no. He hoped she would say no actually, and really didn’t think that she would but still there was something off. He could sense it with her, and he needed to know what it was. He added a laugh a second after his question, realizing how ridiculous it was, she couldn’t, but still he needed to make sure.
X my muse doesn’t remember anything from the night before. They have blood on their hands, and your muse is beaten at their feet.
When Malachi woke up he had to struggle to open his eyes, they felt heavy and the pain lancing across his body didn’t exactly encourage the motion. When he did open them he realized he was on the ground, totally unsure of how he got there. He groaned at the pain in his sides, then even louder at the pain coming from his jaw-- he’d definitely been hit. When he reached up to rub the area the only thing he noticed was the nearly dried blood gathering in the valleys between his knuckles and across his skin. Then another shock to his system came when he spotted Sophia just past him, clearly passed out. For a second the fear strikes, it sets in like an avalanche as his mind jumps to the first conclusion it thinks off. His hands... she looked like she’d been beaten pretty bad. His mouth dried and his throat closed because he couldn’t have done it. But what if he-- no, he didn’t do it there is no way. Not even would he let himself believe that with no recollection. Besides Malachi, he remembered what it looked like when he couldn’t control his anger. He remembered explicitly how his knuckles felt and how much more blood covered his hands and what he did to the other person. Oh god, he remembered that. This though, this was not it. If he’d done it Sophia would look worse, he had no clue what who did it but he knew it wasn’t him. Whoever did it, that’s who’s blood he had on his hands and that’s the reason he ached. Moving over to Sophia and resting one hand on her arm to attempt and wake her up, noticing the way the blood made a slight print, he began to dial 911 into his phone. “Come on, Soph, you’ve gotta get up now.”
✝ a confession from my muse to yours
There was a guilty glint in his eyes as Sophia stepped through the door. She’d forgotten to bring the leftover food she didn’t eat after they’d ordered takeout, and was expecting to come back and get it. “Holland ate it.” He offered a short explanation for why she found none of the food in the fridge after her search. He kept a straight face as she glared at him, which just caused him to break out into light laughter. “Fine, fine, you got me. It was me, I was hungry!”
"I’m pregnant"
Malachi’s shock really wasn’t hidden as he registered her words. His wide-eyed gaze floated down to her stomach as if there would be some kind of bump there. Malachi had so questions, most of them pertaining to who the father was and what she was planning on doing. Instead he just smilled at her in support before enclosing her in his arms. “I’m here for you Soph, no matter what you decide.”
"How many time have I told you to be more careful?"
A breathy laugh fell off Malachi’s lips at her words. He couldn’t blame her for saying that, if he saw someone with bruises all over their face and a busted lip he would be concerned too. He was used to being like this though given at one point his minor, rinky-dink career made it impossible to avoid sometimes. “I was careful, the guy who I was against in the match looks worse, trust me. I’m good.”
