#yasemin x callan

[multxfacies]

"Uh… um… I—" Yasemin stammered, her hands trembling as she clasped them tightly, trying to steady herself. What was she supposed to say? Did she need to reintroduce herself, pretend they were strangers? Was this just temporary? Or had the last three years, everything they’d built together, really been forgotten? She held back tears, her chest tightening. Her heart had always been too big—sometimes to her own detriment—and now, seeing him like this, fragile and confused, broke her. But hearing him not remember her? That shattered her. “I’m… Yasemin,” she managed softly, her voice barely above a whisper. “Your...wife...” She spoke hesitantly, not wanting to freak him out.

open to: /f/nb/23+ muse: callan cordova. he/him. 23-26. plot: our muses have been married for the last three years but when my muse wakes up after being in a car accident they don’t remember your muse. a typical plot yes but i need it. 

it felt like his brain was pounding against his skull and the pain was nearly bad enough to where eyes couldn’t be opened. voices filled the room but none of them sounded familiar or safe. what if he opened his eyes to the world completely changed around him? not that he could be for certain that was the case but something felt off to him. he couldn’t explain it but it was there lingering over his head. as eyes finally found the strength to open, he was greeted by a soft voice and he tried to clear the fuzz in his brain. “are you my nurse or something? although you aren’t dressed like one but,”