#muse : veronica vale aguirre

[gctawaygirl]

open to : m / f / nb muse : veronica vale aguirre (she/her, 31, pansexual, magical warrior) plot : heads up, this gets a little dark. currently deep into daughter of no worlds and this is kind of inspired by this. basically, ronnie is a warrior with magical abilities in a fantasy world. she is part of an order of magic wielders who convinced her to absorb a form of raw magic to help defeat their enemies which is actually a ruthless, possessive entity that takes over your mind and feeds on your anger. your muse is a mentor and/or fellow warrior who previously hosted the entity (which ronnie likely doesn't know). your muse has found ronnie in the aftermath of a blackout where the entity took full control... literally could go anywhere, just give me.

darkness, that was all ronnie could see. it had locked her away in the back of her mind and taken over. she occasionally got flashes of what was going on around her but it had taken full control. every time she saw what was going on, she threw herself against the wall the entity had locked her behind, trying to escape to no avail. how long was she locked in there? it could have been hours, minutes or just mere seconds. however, it only relinquished control to her when she felt its strength start to wain. it was tired... must have been hours right? she could feel its exhaustion as it curled into a corner of her consciousness and was still. finally able to regain awareness of her surroundings, veronica was horrified by what she saw. there she stood, in the middle of a battlefield. she remembered walking into this battle, giving the magic within her mind a small amount of control to use the ability herself but then her anger took over and it slipped through with it. in her hand, there was a dagger, covered in blood. around her were the bodies of dozens of people. she saw the crests on their jackets. not all of them were the enemy... she knew she had done this because the flesh of her own people was black with rot, a new ability that came with the companion inside her head. the blade slipped from her hand and there was a clatter, followed by a thud as she fell to her knees. ronnie brought her hands to her mouth to muffle her sobs but she quickly realised they were covered in blood and gagged, spitting the metallic taste from her mouth. when she looked up, she saw the familiar figure coming toward her and ronnie looked at him with devastated eyes, "what have i done?"

[gctawaygirl]

while she did open the door to let her in, veronica had no intention of giving her what she wanted. she would give her some water and food perhaps but no money and she wouldn't take any drugs. she knew this feeling. the all time low that came with having nobody else to turn to, "i'm not giving you any money," she voiced her thoughts out loud, "but i made some lasagna. you can have some of that, you look like you haven't eaten in days."

the words that came out of the other's mouth definitely wasn't something she wanted to hear. rory needed help and whether that was financially or otherwise, she needed someone who was going to be there for her. "ronnie, please...i don't know who else to turn to."

[gctawaygirl]

ronnie laughed, letting her hand move to caress his cheek for a moment, thumb brushing across his cheekbone with a soft smile before she let her hand drop again, "doesn't botox make you look like you're smiling?" she asked, taking another sip of her drink, "or does that depend on how much you get?" she was no expert.

"that's good because i already have so many of them," he teases in turn, gently leaning into her touch against his forehead. it feels nice, and he's not one to pretend otherwise. "yes, look like we've just injected a load of botox into our faces, that's definitely the look isn't it?" he asks then, before he's holding out his hand to her, ready for her to shake to cement their ridiculous deal.

[gctawaygirl]

"I just wanted to get back in the field, Tucker. You have to understand. This job means everything to me," Ronnie had finally worked up the courage to tell her best friend the truth. She had shown up at his place last night, completely delerious from mixing alcohol with too many painkillers that she wasn't supposed to be taking anymore. Tucker wanted an explanation and he deserved one, "I don't usually take that many. I was just drinking. I'll lose everything if work finds out, please understand," she pleaded.

open starter for m/f/nb connection: friends ,exes, whatever you feel plot: your muse confessed a secret, anything to Tucker

He was FURIOUS. It took him a moment to process the words that left their lips. "You did what?!" Tucker's jaw almost hit the floor. "How could you be so stupid?" The man was tightly wound on any given day but THIS?! "Do you understand what could happen to you?"

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[gctawaygirl]

"now, there's an idea," ronnie smiled. spending the whole day with the man? it sounded like a dream to her. she rested her elbow on the back of the couch once more and leaned forward, "alright then, what's your idea? it was your idea, you go first."

"we can talk about what our ideal christmas would look like," he suggests then, raising a curious brow - wondering if she was intrigued by the concept. he certainly was, if only to spend more time in her company. "then we can create it tomorrow. make up for the shitty one that today was?" he tries to keep the request as light as he can, not wanting to force her hand. it might sound like ronnie's ideal of hell, but nate can't think of anything better.

[gctawaygirl]

ronnie opened the door and the smile dropped from her face. they had been friends once but she had distanced herself since getting sober, since no longer buying drugs from her. she knew exactly why the other was here, "i can't help you, rory," she said, "i told you, i was out."

WHO: rory williams. drug dealer. bisexual. 23-26. ella purnell fc. OPEN TO: anyone 21+ PLOT: rory has a bad habit of smoking her own supply and now she owes someone money, so she's come to your muse (yet again) to ask for some money. could be exes, friends, utp!

rory didn't have anyone else to turn to and that's how she'd ended up on their doorstep once again. her tongue slid over her bottom lip, obviously nerves coating her features as she shifted from one foot to the other. "hey," she breathed out, "i, uh, i just stopped by to see how you were doing." that was definitely a lie but she didn't want to dive right into it. she had to butter them up, right?

[gctawaygirl]

"Exactly," Ronnie agreed with a laugh despite the dreary nature of the topic, "Aww but you look so cute with frown lines," she teased, reaching out to run her fingers across his forehead, "You're right. Let's just look deadpan for the next week," she concluded, "So is it a deal then? Neutral expressions until the new year?"

"i know, a box of ferrero rocher or lindor at least..." the man scoffs, rolls his eyes and he's far from being serious. never in his life would he forgive the man, regardless of what he might've offered him. that's what made the offering so goddamn ludicrous in the first place. musing the question with purpose, "it could still hurt and i think smile lines look nicer than grumpy lines. smile lines are all here..." he traces the corners of his eyes, "and frown lines are here..." he gestures towards his forehead. "if anything, a neutral expression is definitely our best bet."

[gctawaygirl]

"if you're going to get something with as little thought as chocolate, it should at least be the fancy kind," ronnie joked dryly. she curled her legs up underneath her on the couch and turned slightly to face him. she rested her elbow on the back of the couch and took another sip of her drink, "shall we just frown all the way to new year's day then?" she asked jokingly, "or would doing the opposite also make our faces hurt?"

"i truly wish i was kidding," the man grimaces, and whilst he'd never, ever forgive his father for his treatement of his mother or his younger brother, he couldn't deny the fact that it was a borderline amusing situation. how one man could be so ignorant, arrogant and stupid was laughable, so he does allow a slither of a scoff of enjoyment escape his mouth, before he's taking a sorely needed seat against the couch. "oh yeah, absolutely i get it. i love the majority of my family, but my god am i happy to walk away from my childhood home. my cheeks need a break from all the false niceities."

[gctawaygirl]

"hey, what are you pouting for, silly?" ronnie asked, smiling at him softly, "it seems like something easily googled but maybe not worth much more though," she replied, "how about we talk about something nice? no crappy fathers or resting bitch face. what could we talk about?"

for @gctawaygirl ( continued from here )

the touch is welcomed and he has no qualms in conveying that very fact. so much so, that he's naturally pouting once it comes to an end. "oh, maybe...you're asking the wrong person," he snorts over the concept. he knew very little about botox himself, though he hardly judged anyone else who had it. "i always thought it like...hindered your ability to smile, but maybe you look naturally happy 'cause your eyebrows are high and everything..."

[gctawaygirl]

"seriously?!" veronica asked in disbelief as she took the drink, "no, you really couldn't. what did you say?" she questioned, sipping on the liquid and letting it burn down her throat. she shrugged, "all fairly normal i guess. there was the usual bit of family drama between my mom and her sister. i'm kind of glad i decided to spend new year's in the city instead of back home. i love my family but small doses, you know?"

open to: w / m / nb.

nathan's more than grateful to see them, busying himself as he casually mentions his sour interaction with his 'father' earlier on the day, by pouring them a drink. "so my deadbeat dad thought he could salvage our relationship and make up for all his misdemeanors with a cadbury's miktray..." his head shakes with disbelief, before he hands over the glass. "...couldn't make it up, eh? how's your holiday's been, anyway?"