Muse V. Mun !!

muse v. mun !!

sometimes i think about adding muses from l/is esp with the new games coming out but if i did i think i’d make the muses i add ndn bc the game is based in oregon and has a nod or two towards native culture but like- NO natives??? idk sounds fake to me

🎲 for charles and edwinnnn <3

36: A kiss to the shoulder

          another  case  solved,  another  job  well-done…is  typically  charles’  motto.  this  case  had  been  harder—more  emotionally  taxing—than  some  of  the  others.  a  kid  who  died  via  hate  crime  had  come  to  them  for  help  in  finishing  their  business  on  earth  and  crossing  over.  it  was  something  they  could  both  relate  to,  but  said  hate  crime  had  been  blatant  homophobia.

          a  kid  murdered  by  his  bullies  after  being  outed.  it  had  been  a  rough  one  to  deal  with  and  they’d  felt  so  bad  that  they  decided  to  take  it  on  pro-bono.  his  death,  at  the  very  least,  hadn’t  been  covered  up  or  forgotten  about,  but  it  still  hit  close  to  home.

          when  it  was  all  said  and  done,  either  of  the  two  felt  in  particularly  high  spirits  to  celebrate—even  if  it  had  been  a  happier  ending  for  the  kid.  charles  had  noticed  how  it  had  affected  edwin,  in  particular,  and  sat  next  to  him  on  their  old  couch.

          wordlessly,  he  leaned  his  head  against  edwin’s  shoulder,  tilting  his  head  after  a  moment  to  press  a  soft  kiss  to  his  shoulder.  he  remained  silent  for  a  few  moments  longer  before  quietly  asking,  “ do  you  wanna  talk  about  it ? ”

          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.."

Betty Gilpin (31) in Glow (TV 2017)