#𖥸 ─ starter › elysia.

[moondustlings]

open to: all muse: elysia calderón, visual artist alternate options: chloe harrington, olivia harper, elise parker plot: your muse was on a date; my muse decided to send them an inappropriate video in the middle of it. up to you in what mood they come back in. connections: roommate, friend, ex/fwb, t.aboo connection

the door slammed and elysia's eyes widened before stifling a giggle. had what she had done been evil? maybe, but she was bored. she wanted them to come home anyway. pretending to be deeply interested in her book, she watched as her door swung up and they appeared. "hi," she greeted with an innocent grin. "how'd your date go?"

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was it psychotic? maybe, depending on who was asked, but right now, that was neither here nor there. rage seemed to fill her entire being the moment that picture came through on her phone. he could he be so reckless. elysia wasn't stupid; they weren't exclusive, nothing silly like an actual couple. but she had thought he had more respect for her to not just fuck anything with legs that parted and a pulse. so since he had made it clear he had no respect for her or their friendship, she decided to break the rules too. and since he was still out, going to his house and finding the hide-a-key she's known about since its existence felt like the next best thing.

and while she thought she had cooled down, hearing the front door open made a paperweight just magically find its way to her hand and she threw it. oops. tomorrow she'd feel guilty or embarrassed or whatever, but her lack of aim meant he would survive another day so maybe she wouldn't feel too bad. heading down the stairs, she rolled her eyes at his attempt to chastise her. "and i thought i told you to not fuck sluts while banging me, so i guess we're both just going back with what the other wants." he looked too peaceful drinking his bottle of water, so she smacked the drink out of his hand, feeling rather at peace when it fell to the floor and made a mess. just in case he had no clue what she knew, she pulled out her phone and showed him the photo that had been sent from a number she didn't recognize, but she didn't care about that detail. it was clear as day it was him and some skank and just seeing it again made her sick. "i hope you enjoyed that," she said as she put her phone back in her back pocket, "because you're done getting this."

open to: anyone connection: julian & y/m have never been exclusive but they always found their way into each other's bed. think of bff with benefits. julian was out to party with friends and he fucked another girl, and someone sent y/m pictures to get on his nerves. y/m is not exactly amused. muse: julian montgomery ; 27 yrs old ; lookout & stripper

the front door had been open for merely a minute before something heavy flew right before julian's eyes, his reflexes saving his life by mere seconds. "holy fu-" his body regained its balance and with his arms held up in the air, his eyes rose to the top of the stairs, from where the unindentified object flew. "whatever it is, it can wait until tomorrow." julian spat at them, his feet carrying him towards the kitchen to get a bottle of water. he had a good night, he had fun, he got high out of his mind, and he fucked a pretty girl. amazing night, which he didn't want ruined by pointless jealousy. "what the fuck are you doing here? i've told you many times i don't like you here when i'm not around."