Link, Sender Links Arms With Receiver While Walking. (Either TK From Grace, Or Beauty From Megara )

link, sender links arms with receiver while walking. (Either TK from Grace, or Beauty from Megara )

          beauty  is  hardly  the  docile,  bite-her-tongue  type  of  woman,  but  even  that  can  prove  to  be  dangerous  on  the  streets  of  new  york  city.  it’s  especially  bad  with  the  mundies  who  have  far  more  confidence  than  they  know  what  to  do  with,  so  it  really  should’ve  come  as  no  surprise  that  the  catcaller  she’d  snapped  and  bared  her  teeth  at  didn’t  take  too  kindly  to  it.

            “don’t  be  like  that,  sweetheart!”  he  croons,  and  beauty  bristles.  she’s  about  to  snap  back  when  she  feels  someone  suddenly  lock  arms  with  her  and  glide  away,  pulling  her  in  tow.

            beauty  nearly  stumbles  in  her  heels  as  she  adjusts,  letting  out  a  huff  before  her  eyes  shift  to  lock  onto  megara’s  profile.

“ remind  me  why  men  are  so  disgusting ? ”  she  grimaces,  rolling  her  deep  blue  eyes  exaggeratedly.  “ mundies  especially. ”  there’s  a  brief  pause,  and  then—  “ ...  and  thanks,  by  the  way.  that  probably  would’ve  ended  poorly. ”

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“Hell is a teenage girl.”

“I guess I’m not exactly perfect, myself.”

“I recommend you shut the fuck up!”

“I used to be normal.”

“I hate this fucking song.”

“I promised [Name] I would hang out with him tonight.”

“Wear something cute, okay?”

“Those jeans are hella low, I can almost see your front butt.”

“Quit tamponing yourself and get down here!”

“You always do what [Name] tells you to do.”

“You’re totally jello.”

“You’re lime-green jello and you can’t even admit it to yourself.”

“Hey, [Name], you look really pretty.”

“You play your instruments really…super good.”

“Can I buy you a drink?”

“I’ll just play Hello Titty with the bartender.”

“That’s my best friend that you’re talking about.”

“I had to stay home the next day and sit on a frozen bag of peas.”

“He was skinny and twisted and evil like this tree I saw when I was a kid.”

“Maybe I’m going crazy.”

“You do have a tendency to overreact.”

“What is wrong with you?”

“What’s wrong with you, aside from the obvious surface flaws?”

“Well, I’m glad you didn’t die.”

“I’m crazy sorry about your profound loss.”

“You are crying about [Name], right?”

“You know when you kiss a boy for the first time, and it feels like your entire body is on vibrate?”

“She’s just staring out the window like a zombie mannequin robot statue.”

“Well, the bad luck’s gotta be over, right?”

“I mean, it can’t get any worse, right? It can’t.”

“No offense, but you look really tired.”

“Is everything okay?”

“My skin is breaking out and my hair is dull and lifeless.”

“PMS isn’t real, [Name], it was invented by the boy-run media to make us seem crazy.”

“Don’t look at me like that!”

“Um, I actually wanted to ask you something.”

“You wanna know if I’ll go out with you?”

“Well, we’ve been having a lot of fun in class, you and I, and thought maybe you’d like to go see a movie or something.”

“I’m used to boys asking me out, [Name].”

“Why don’t you just come by my place tonight?”

“It’s about this girl who’s, like, half-sushi.”

“So, are you gonna come over tonight?”

“I went to [Location] and picked up more condoms, so—”

“This isn’t really your house, is it?”

“Do you even know my last name?”

“I thought boys like you were really into vermin and death and shit.”

“But we always share your bed when we have slumber parties…”

“I’m not gonna bite you.”

“Is that my [Logo/Brand] t-shirt?”

“What the fuck is happening?!”

“I have never heard you drop the F-bomb before!”

“What do you want from me?”

“Best friends don’t keep secrets, right?”

“They’re basically like agents of Satan with really awesome haircuts.”

“I dunno if we should go through with this.”

“They did go all Benihana on my ass with that knife and it should’ve killed me, and it should’ve killed me but for some reason it didn’t.”

“Anyway, I don’t really remember what happened after that, I just know that I woke up and I found my way back to you.”

“I mean, I’m a really good friend, but I was just so hungry…”

“We’re gonna sort all this out, okay?”

“It’s like some X-Men shit, right?”

“Y’know, [Name] maybe you should talk to somebody about all these…disturbing thoughts that you’re having…”

“I think he may be having second thoughts about you.”

“We can play boyfriend-girlfriend like we used to.”

“You’re breaking up with me?”

“I just need to show you something.”

“You’re acting really fucked up.”

“[Name], I think you need help.”

“Oh my god, you don’t believe me.”

“It’s not safe for us to be together right now.”

“Didn’t you hear me calling your name?”

“I just can’t believe that she would mess with your head like this.”

“I care about you so much, [Name].”

“[Name] didn’t deserve a boy like you.”

“Oh, you’re so salty.”

“I feel so empty.”

“Why don’t you just come here and kiss me again?”

“God, do you have to undermine everything that I do?”

“You are such a player-hater.”

“Wow, nice insult Hannah Montana.”

“You were never a good friend.”

“You could have anybody that you want, [Name].”

“I go both ways.”

“I think I already died before you got here, but I woke up when I heard your voice.”

“I love you.”

“I love you too.”

“You look totally hot in that dress.”

“Oh, you’re clearly delirious.”

“You killed my fucking boyfriend, you goddamn monster!”

“You dumb bitch!”

“Do you buy all your murder weapons at Home Depot?”

“God, you’re butch.”

“I’m a different person now.”

“You just might get lucky for once in your miserable life.”

muse v. mun !!

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“C’mon now, [Name], lets keep moving.”

“It’s always just been me and [Name].”

“I need you to tell me everything that happened.”

“That’s a lot of money to owe…”

“Just what did you get yourself involved in?”

“Are you in town for a business trip, maybe?”

“Well, when your own life is that dull, you need to get your excitement somewhere…”

“Now, don’t you think you’re overreacting?”

“This is exactly the kind of behavior [Name] warned me about.”

“She’s just the worst to every girl she perceives as a threat.”

“So… You’re saying I’m not a threat?”

“I know there’s more to you than meets the eye.”

“I have to get back to work.”

“You don’t seem to care whether I’m happy.”

“Curiosity killed the cat…”

“I’m not used to having people around me while I work.”

“Hey, come on, don’t leave me hanging!”

“I’m sorry to add to your plate, but…I really need your help.”

“Are you telling me I should snoop around?”

“Ah, c’mon, a little joke’s never killed anyone.”

“Although it may seem like it, I’m not actually clairvoyant.”

“I’d forget my own head if I didn’t write everything down.”

“The way they look at each other, you can tell it’s the real deal.”

“Maybe it’s because my empathy only goes so far, but… I admire that you’re able to feel for just about anyone.”

“I don’t think I get along with everyone, but some people are worth getting friendlier with…like you.”

“The way you turned that compliment right back around at me, was…masterful.”

“I bet you could make anything look good.”

“Just what could’ve made you empty out your entire bank account?”

“I’ve never seen two people more suited for each other.”

“I need to know I can count on you.”

“Don’t you have work to do?”

“I think my heart stopped beating there for a moment.”

“If you weren’t so pretty, you’d have been out of a job a long time ago.”

“What the hell are you going on about?”

“Always a pleasure doing business with you, [Name].”

“I hope I didn’t get you into too much trouble earlier…”

“I guess the heart wants what the heart wants…”

“Adults can be so…confusing.”

“I can’t believe it all ends here.”

“Thank you for not giving up.”

“I would never give up on you.”

“Come on, you know I wouldn’t let you down.”

“I’m not sure I understand what the plan is here.”

“I enjoy the occasional, artistic endeavor.”

“I feel like I’m in one of those novels I spend my days reading.”

“I just love trying new things.”

“I could not have done this without you.”

“I’m glad I was able to be of some help.”

“Thank you for everything.”

“Hey, just because I read books doesn’t mean I know everything.”

“That’s a lot sweeter than I expected.”

“I do like a happy ending.”

“We could leave together if you’d like.”

“Even the most put-together person could be an absolute mess on the other side of the door.”

“I like to think that, with me, what you see is what you get.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll find a way to bring the lights back on.”

“Hey, you look a bit pale…”

“Is everything okay?”

“you’re not scared of the dark, are you?”

“Maybe you need to sit down, huh?”

“You look like you’re about to faint.”

“We’ll figure something out.”

“Maybe don’t mention that to the police.”

“I’m sorry I didn’t say anything before.”

“I’m…ashamed of the truth.”

“Maybe now you can understand why I care so much about you…”

“I’d really like for us to be more than just friends, [Name]...”

“Promise me you’ll be careful with the information you share.”

“Sorry, I was…distracted.”

“I really need you to focus right now.”

“I don’t want to be here all night, and I’m sure you don’t either.”

“I suggest you tell me everything you know.”

“We all struggle sometimes.”

“There was no point in staying if you were leaving.”

“I’m flattered, but that really wasn’t necessary.”

“You’re the most charming person I know!”

“I’m really glad I have you in my life.”

“Sorry, my mind wanders sometimes.”

“Should I be jealous?”

“I just want them to be happy…”

“What the hell’s going on?”

“You can’t do this!”

“Don’t you have work?” violet @ louis !

          “ nope ! ”  his  tone  is  much  too  chipper  for  someone  who  had  the  lookout  night  shift.  “ just  switched  out  with  rubes  so  my  schedule  is  lookin’  pretty  clear  right  about  now… ”  he’d  be  lying  if  he  said  that  he  didn’t  get  a  kick  out  of  getting  under  violet’s  skin.  she  made  it  too  easy,  honestly.  “ besides,  i  can  tell  by  how  enthusiastic  you  are  to  see  me  that  you  won’t  mind  me  hangin’  out  with  you  for  a  bit. ”

          edwin  is  cute—really  cute.  it  isn’t  exactly  news  ( charles  has  been  able  to  acknowledge  his  best  mate’s  attractiveness  all  along )  but  the  way  he  acknowledges  edwin’s  attractiveness  certainly  is.  from  the  moment  edwin  had  confessed  his  love  for  charles  to  the  moment  charles  could  feel  their  lingering  hug  in  his  heart  to  even  now,  his  perception  of  his  best  friend  has  warped—but  in  a  better  way  than  he  could’ve  hoped  for.

          at  first,  charles  had  minor  worries  that  the  budding  relationship  of  something  more  would  squander  their  already  brilliant  friendship,  but  nothing  had  really  changed.  it  felt  more  like  that  something  had  been  added  to  their  relationship  than  stripped  from  it—a  welcome  relief  for  charles,  really.

          so,  he  can  tell  himself  that  edwin  is  cute  and  feel  the  urge  to  hold  him  and  give  him  little  kisses  without  any  underlying  issues.  while  they  haven’t  quite  labeled  themselves,  it’s  something  charles  knows  they’ll  have  to  discuss  eventually,  but  until  then…

          “ yes,  yes, ”  he  agrees  with  a  hum,  “ but  y’know  she  was  just  messin’  with  ya,  mate.  i’m  sure  she’d  agree  with  you…maybe  in  secret,  but  she’d  agree  nevertheless. ”  he  tilts  his  head  to  lightly  rest  against  the  top  of  edwin’s,  nestling  into  a  feeling  of  comfort  that  he  never  thought  he’d  get  to  feel  again.

          he  can  feel  his  olive  cheeks  darken  in  a  small  blush,  still  not  quite  used  to  their  flirtatious  bantering—as  much  as  he  does  enjoy  it.  he  can  feel  a  warmth  spreading  in  his  chest  as  he  responds,  “ i’d  dare  say  that  makes  two  of  us…  it’s…nice,  just  having  a  moment  together  like  this,  innit ? ”

it remains to be a foreign concept, the sensation of touch. nothing at all like the painful burn of iron or sharp sting of a cat scratch, the agony of being ripped apart by dolls in the depths of hell, but so undeniably real that edwin had long forgotten how it felt to actually feel in a way that wasn't negative. and to say he's grown to be a bit addicted to it would prove to be an understatement, but then again, perhaps it's just because it's with charles.

he regards charles' light-hearted words with a short hum, allowing himself to sink further against his side, seeking his comfort physically instead of only emotionally. the warmth that presses against him is still a bit staggering, but hardly unwanted.

"my garters are a staple of my look. i am positive she knows she could never recreate it in her own questionable wardrobe," he mumbles, still a bit sour about her teasing, mouth half pressed against charles' shoulder.

"but," he continues, softening as he allows his bitterness to simmer out, his tone growing quieter and perhaps even a bit sweeter around the edges. "i am alright. quite alright now, in fact.."