"Estelle, I’m not wearing this." Lane said, holding out the horrid pink sweater which looked like it was knitted by Mrs. Clause wearing blindfolds.
"It’s not that bad, Lane!" But really, it was /that/ bad. The sweater was decorated with little owls and spiders and eye-blinding neon green zig zag stripes all around. "Besides, I made it just for youuuuuu!" Estelle pouted.
"Oh, fine." Lane huffs and puts on the sweater. "But spiders? Really?"
Estelle laughed, “I wanted to make it special. It’s like Christmas plus facing your fears and stuff.”
"Do I have to wear this outside?"
The blonde smiled at the daughter of Athena, a sparkle in her eye. “Well, it would definitely make my day if you did!”
Once outside, Lane tried to cover the print on the sweater. It would be quite weird if someone saw an Athena girl wearing spider prints, for heavens’ sake.
Her effort to try to cover up the horribly knitted spiders, though, were in vain when she heard a camper shout from the distance. “Hey, Hale! Nice sweater!”
"Uh, Lane, I found a jar which said ‘belongs to the Athena cabin’ so I was thinking that I’d probably just leave it here and, uh, yes?" Estelle asked as she opened the door to the cabin.
"Jar?" asked Lane who was picking up a book from a shelf, her back facing the door. "I don’t believe we left a jar running around and-" The daughter of Athena almost screamed when she turned around and saw the contents of jar which were, "Spiders!"
"I know, they’re quite icky and I didn’t know you collected spiders-"
Trying to keep calm, she answered. “Put it away.”
Estelle looked at her strangely. The daughter of Athena looked like she would burst out crying and screaming any time. “Lane, are you sure you’re okay?”
"Put. It. Away."
"Away is in where exactly?" Estelle asked, holding out the jar of spiders.
"Anywhere!" Lane threw her hands up. "Just keep them away from here!"
"Oh, okie dokie!" The daughter of Ares replied happily before skipping out of the cabin.
A minute later, she returned to the cabin again, still holding the jar. “Also, you have serious spider problems.” She said before, finally, leaving and hopefully finding someplace to hide the spiders.
Happiness Hotel: Our muses just checked into a rundown/beatup/haunted hotel together
"This is what they call ‘quality temporary living quarters’?" Estelle asked, looking around the room, her nose scrunched up. The place was a far cry from what they saw on the brochure.
As the blonde began to turn away, the daughter of Athena grabbed her arm. “Uh-uh, we paid for this, we’re staying here.”
"But Laaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaane!" The daughter of Ares pouted, "The place is dusty and the wallpaper looks as if flies have been-" she shuddered, "Mating on them. I mean, look!" Estelle pointed to the wall whose covering indeed looked like flies were reproducing on them.
"It’s just for one night. We just have to sleep here then we could continue our roadtrip, okay?"
"Fine, fine," Estelle waved her hand and flopped down on one of the beds. Immediately, the smell of decaying animal hit her nose. Getting up, she took off the blanket from the bed. Her face expression went from curious to horror-stricken when she saw what was under the blanket which was-
"A DEAD RAT!"
✔ → An AU where our characters are in a teacher/student relationship.
"… I tried, sir, but I think the eggs were off."
Dylan looked at Caroline’s pan, staring at it partly in horror and some kind of strange fascination. Although he was constantly told by the other teachers that yeah, he hadn’t seen anything yet, he wondered if he was ever going to meet anyone who decimated food as well at this girl did.
"—Lane, the eggs were perfectly fine." He noticed that he sounded completely baffled; he tried to tone down his disbelief. "Were you cooking it at the right heat?"
"Really?" She prodded the mess of an egg she had tried to scramble. Raw yolk oozed out from behind charred pieces. "Hm. I do suppose it hasn’t been cooked all the way through."
"It could’ve been the stove, sir? It causes people problems all the time."
It figured that Caroline Hale, A+ student and class president, didn’t know how to scramble an egg.
It was strange, but Dylan would’ve sworn the fort looked bigger from the outside. Now that he was in it, with his feet sticking out the end and with his arm pressed against Lane’s, he was getting the feeling that it was almost too small. Still, it was comfortable, and the dim light that had managed to get through the blankets above them was soothing.
"You know," he said, "I never had a fort like this growing up."
Lane shifted against him. He could almost feel the look of surprise on her face. “You’re joking.”
He shook his head slowly. “Not joking. Every time I tried to make one, the blankets wouldn’t stay up? I guess I just couldn’t make one that was structurally sound, and by then I couldn’t have a fort under my bed, so.”
"Gods, you’re an idiot."
"Yeah, I know."
He knew that tone, and he knew that look. He could see that she was confused—and she was mad about being confused. That meant that she was going to take it out on him, because it was his fault—and he knew it was his fault this time. “Ten minutes for what, exactly?”
"You know exactly what for, Gaspari,” Lane said, closing their bedroom door behind her, and crossing her arms. “You have a lot of explaining to do regarding what you said last night.”
"I thought you were finished talking about it," he said innocently, although he was aware the only reason why the conversation had gone so well was because she was so exhausted.
"You asked me to marry you as I was trying to sleep!”
He ran a hand through his hair. It had seemed like a good idea at the time, with Liza actually asleep at a reasonable hour for a change, and there was less of a chance for her to say no, with her brain not working at its full capacity. He hadn’t really intended to say it either—it just kind of slipped out.
Yeah, maybe not a good idea. He didn’t say this out loud though.
"You said yes last night, and generally sleep lowers inhibitions so—"
"Dylan Gaspari, I barely even know my name right now. I had no idea what you were asking me until I woke up this morning!”
"You told me you’d marry me if I shut up so you could sleep. I did."
Lane aimed for a feeble whack to his head, before sighing. “I just—why would you spring something like that on me? There are so many things to consider. I mean, for starters, I was pregnant until three weeks ago, and then there’s still all that paperwork we need to finalise—”
And there it was: his girlfriend’s tendency to overthink things. He got that it was an Athena thing, but he couldn’t help himself from sighing heavily and saying, “Gods, Lane, do you want to marry me or not?”
The daughter of Athena almost hissed in frustration. “I’d want to marry you more if you weren’t so damn frustrating!” Lane glared at him before opening the door again. “I need coffee.”
He waited for a few moments, allowing her response to sink in for a moment, before sticking his head out of the door. “… So, is that a yes?”
（・∀・）: Drunk texts
[text:] lanE YOUR GRANDPAS BEEN LUYFIGN TO YOU
[text:] hes gibbs in witnesese proteccdtjon??????????
[text:] and you must be soem sort of fucikng spY GOOD JOB CAROLINR
[text:] pls dont snoop in my drawers agent laneಠ_ಠ : Muse’s thoughts on mun
Dylan: I like Ica! No really. She seems to love me more than Tash does, because she likes to make sure I’m okay and not cause me pain. Bonus, you know? I just need her to tell Lane to stop headslapping me because although I really like her, I don’t have the brain cells to keep up with it. Thanks.
Send one of the following for my Muse's reaction (Winter version)
"All I want for Christmas is you"
"Give me a nice Christmas Song that sounds nice, but can also be annoying." The tip of the pen was tapped against the notebook repeatedly, her other hand was propped on the table.
“And you are asking this, why?" The other girl slightly raised her tone as she her eyebrow shot up.
"That’s not exactly answering my question."
"Well, you didn’t answer my question either."
"I wanted to know why because it would help me think of a better answer." Her tone was in a d’uh manner.
"Oh." She hadn’t thought about that. But in her defense, there’s a lot going on in her mind. It’s hard to think straight in her position. “Just curious, actually.”
There was a pause, silence between the two of them. “You know how some songs can be annoying but you can’t exactly hate them because you just can’t? Or maybe that’s just me. Did it even make sense?”
Lane laughed softly, shaking her head — probably wondering how she ended up having her for a friend. "You hardly make sense."
"I take that as a compliment."
"Whatever you want."
And then they were back to being silent, only the consistent and rhythmic tapping of the pen was heard. Rachel’s nose scrunched as she thought with that weird mind of hers, while Lane remained quiet, engrossed in a book.
“All I want for Christmas is you.” The other girl spoke softly, not even bothering to look up from her book.
She furrowed her eyebrows, giving Lane a weird stare as she sighed. “Nice to know and I think I’m flattered but I don’t think your boyfriend would like that. Oh but you know what I want? I want a new canvas or paint for Christmas.”
Lane closed her book shut, not before placing the bookmark, and rolled her eyes at the redhead. She leaned forward slightly and brown eyes met green. "I meant the song, idiot."
Rachel blinked numerous times, nodding slowly as her mouth opened to produce an ‘ahh’ sound. “Well, that makes more sense but it doesn’t change the fact that I want a new canvas or paint.” She shrugged her shoulders nonchalantly before jotting down the song on her notepad.
She’s too close. She’s too close and his heart is thudding in his ears, because she’s staring at him and she looks—she looks happy to be there. Like she wants to be close to him. And that can’t be possible, because he’s already realised that he wants her to be close to him, and—
"Dylan," Lane says quietly. "I—"
There’s a sharp buzzing coming from the intercom. His head turns sharply to where it’s located, and he’s already standing, trying to shake the fact that Lane could even—nope, not even possible.
"It’s probably the pizza," he says, apologetically, when he notices her face—she looks… disappointed? Resigned? Dylan doesn’t want to know. He’s not sure if he wants to find out.
Lane stands up too, with a little sigh. “I’ll go get the money.”
His heart rate is still erratic.
(。・_・。) : A song that reminds me of the relationship between my character and yours
Come on Eileen? [x]
(ahaha it’s the song I’m listening to right now so I don’t think this counts)
I NEED TO LISTEN TO MORE SONGS WOW MY OPTIONS SUCK SORRY ICA </3