#[ EDIT: FUCKING MISREAD THE PROMPT SO SORRY JIN NFDKJG ]

[madamhatter]

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WARM AND FUZZY MEME! SEND AN EMOTICON FOR MY MUSE’S REACTION… / acpt!

💀 YOUR MUSE COMFORTING MY MUSE DURING A SCARY MOVIE

My muse trying to comfort your muse (i misread the original prompt fskd)

    Courageous, pure-of-heart, loyal, serviceable, amiable, passionate – all the characteristics that were the making of any truly-white hero in an otherwise bleak and gray world. These were polarizing shades unfamiliar to the CEO who had worked with a forced hand or twisted wrist of bodies of varying grays. Nevertheless, there were those who had shone through the apathy of hope she had hammered to her ego – those who outright challenged the otherwise cruel world she had accepted. A fearless face amongst the crowd who raised themselves to the challenge to shift the unfair system and rebelled against all wrongdoings. Or, they just knew how to adjust themselves in the tightest spots and held themselves high towards the stars, seeking out the light

      Alas, there was a precedent to where someone she met wasn’t a practitioner of masquerading their true feelings, to where they even were blissfully ignorant over the inevitable plummet that was human indecency. Just how rare it was to find another like that was beyond Miss Hatter’s calculations. Even as she marveled at the figures she passed on the daily, making their acquaintance and noting their philosophy of mind and physiology of body language, there were some she greatly considered. 

     Flashing red across the blue skies of Akounri, the meteor-riding Sentai of passion was one she often pondered about. Truly, a charming face with a grin that could disarm and capture the spirits, Chiaki Morisawa had been the figure most would look up to as a role model. Standing above most with his height, yet careful with the distance as he adjusted outright for those in need, Sophie enlightened herself with the question of sincerity. A personality like his was only among the books she read as a child, the romantic hero who never winced at the burden of human life. Flawless frontward, yet, no human could’ve been like that on the inside. She knew better. 

    But, he had some outstanding traits like leadership, empathy, honesty, and fea—

    “AHAHAH–” The ungodly and nerve-wrecking laughter that shook the red ranger had only left the following on the older’s mental list: fearlessness scratched off. His glasses were only hanging by the small curve of his nose, his body rendered with a shake that only meant he’d either bolt or freeze on the spot. Flight or fight, two things Sophie Hatter would not have if he had been through his clumsy phase again. The furniture wasn’t needing the fright (nor was she), and, she rather not have the petrified remains of him in the middle of the living room.

     What surrounded the four walls of the room wasn’t ever so comforting when the horrors of the four-walls belonging to the T.V. screen was boiling all primitive instinct in the taller brunette. Without needing to turn her head, Sophie had her brows furrowing as the two were seated on the floor, a bucket of popcorn acting as their divider. The popcorn wasn’t even halfway done, unlike the movie, as Chiaki’s jaw clamped shut at the first blurred and quick spotting of the ghoul lurking after the main protagonist. Having been not much of an eater, Sophie considered just how much food they would’ve been wasting. 

    Calmly, the shorter rested her palm against the small of the other’s back, rubbing small circles in an attempt to soothe his otherwise shot nerves. Any effort to settle the man was coming after stiffly to her, she realized, as he attempted in shaking off the fear. His attempt shattered as he turned to her, forcing a smile that was already threatening to break at any rate the moment his attention returned to the T.V.

     “It’s nothing too fright–” Breath was immediately cut short the moment she began to open her mouth. Practically crushing her altogether had been the instinct of fear that Chiaki jumped on, securing the closest soul for comfort. Crushed to death by the ranger of red, Sophie had considered the irony – at least he’d be passionate in his fright and her eventually death-by-asphyxiation. Her hand shakily grabbed the bucket, securing it onto her side, before the man made another mess. 

    “Chiaki, CHIAKI!” Sophie waved her free hand around once more, gathering for the remote that rested on the top of the couch. She rapidly clicked the pause button, each second wasted as her rib cage threatening to collapse on itself from the sheer force of Chiaki Morisawa’s arms. She jolted up her leg, the flare of her long gray pajamas pants indicating the struggle of survival to how frantic she tried wiggling. 

    With one fistful tucked beside her, swimming in the bucket of popcorn, Sophie attempted once more in cooing Chiaki. “It’s okay, it’s okay, just PLEASE be careful with me, I have back problems.” The plead slipped as she held back any urge to wince or slap the man with any guilt over her own physical health problems. 

    Maroon met with copper as Chiaki finally withstood the moment to brace for the impact of the ghost crawling through the T.V. His brows knitted as his arms were finally unclenching around the almost-crushed waist of the eldest Hatter. “I’m sorry–” He once more began to muse himself in confidence, his voice shaking to regain his posture as the great hero who knew no fear. 

    “It’s okay– Just take this.” Sophie nodded her head and immediately, shoved a handful of popcorn into his mouth. “Food always helps.” Any of the buttery goodness had been deposited into his mouth, forcing the man to keep himself even more busy before he could shout again when he looked at the screen. Sophie wiped the residue of butter onto her pants, muttering in disgust over its overdone state, and returned to comfort the man. 

     “Nothing is going to get you, not even the ghost on the T.V., you know it’s just a movie.” Sophie began politely explaining, patting the top of his head as any older sibling would’ve in the face of her frightened younger sisters rushing to her room in fear of whatever lived under her bed. It hadn’t been the same when handling Martha and Lettie, who didn’t harbor the potential of crushing her with only two arms. But, it was something that made her eyes softened drastically as she taken guardianship over the matter. 

     “Besides, we don’t even fit into the rules that the movie has, we’re fine!” She offered the alternative to the view, as it seemed that being reminded that ghosts didn’t exist wasn’t pushing Chiaki in the right direction. She nodded her head over her own advice. “Ahh, you’re right! Nothing can get us!” Chiaki had hummed back with his confidence regained. But, his mouth was still completely stuffed.

    “I mean, what were the rules? Stay up past midnight, be unsuspecting–” Sophie had begun listing the rules, which only drew Chiaki’s attention as the smile quickly reversed to an increasing state of horror. Meanwhile, with each finger she drew out for each rule, Sophie slowed herself in all the information she presented.

 “If it was here, it would’ve come out by now!” Chiaki countered the moment Sophie grew quiet and she even sunk a bit back in her spot. He nudged the woman, who was already withdrawing herself from reality and found that maybe, it was better to be crushed by him at this point. 

     Errr— 

   All the hairs loose on the brown-and-silver-haired woman began rising the moment the door creaked aside them. Her arms were shaking, his arms were already returning back around her. Both of them had come to face with the horrible reality– With one leg kick in the air, madness had returned! 

     A painful duet of yelling clashed and overpowered the voice coming from the doorway. Almost leaping on the spot, Sophie’s arms linked around Chiaki’s neck as Chiaki’s arms returned to holding onto the smaller, both unable to hold back the sheer terror of the approaching and cursed ghost from the movie, seeking revenge on all those who dare saw her tape..! 

     Unfortunately, the two screaming brunettes had become the painful, painful subject of the young figure standing before them, with a bag of small sugary delights in his hand. Judgment was riddling his expression as the man of blue eyes and blue hair sighed deeply.

   Hokuto seemed to have a lot on his plate tonight.