Tag: of monsters and valiant men ( subverse ii )

🔫 take a bullet for my muse | JOJI TO ABIGAIL RIP it’s prolly relatively minor but STILL SCARY

{ Nonverbal Starters }

The moment it happened, she remembered only the sound of her own scream as she grabbed on to him, too terrified to register the wound as minor – there was blood blossoming against his shirt, and her mind could not function beyond the need to make it stop. 

Thankfully the threat at hand was briskly managed by their friends – had her panic cost more than the damage already laid down before her, it was doubtful she would have ever recovered. As it was, the ship’s surgeon had made it to Joji eventually and Billy had been able to pry her away long enough for the poor man to do his job. 

Though she had been assured repeatedly by their mutual friend that all would be well, the thought that she might lose him had shaken her to the very depths of her being. The moment that she was permitted to see him, she’d raced off and been only too quick to press herself in against his good side, her arm wrapping around his waist as though somehow her small form could protect him from all the evils in the world that could harm him. 

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She was quiet for some time, simply reassuring herself that he was alright by the way he held her, and the warmth that came from him. She knew it was foolish to be angry – but there, amid all the fear and sorrow, was a white hot spark that seemed the only protection she had from the other two. 

“Never do that again,” She managed, pressing her forehead in against his neck. “Promise me – please.” She couldn’t lose him – there were days when it felt like he was all she really had that truly made any sort of sense. She’d take a thousand bullets, if it meant she would never have to fear living a day without him in it. 

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📖 our muses read a story | Joji to Abigail to make up for that last one. He likes being read to by her a lot tbh

{ Random Act Prompts }

It was sunny outside – though it had been raining for much of the day, and heavy clouds on the horizon promised more to come – for the moment their room was filtered with soft lighting and drenched in warmth and comfort as they lay together on the bed, his arm around her shoulders and the book on his lap as she narrated today’s choice.

From time to time she would lose herself in familiar passages of dialogue, altering her voice to be more suited to the character in question without truly realizing she was doing so. This only happened with books she was particularly familiar with and fond of, and was a testament to her enjoyment of them that the shift came almost naturally. 

Reaching the end of the chapter, she sighed and stretched, leaning up to kiss Joji’s jaw before bumping her nose against it. “We should probably make the most of the sun while she’s out,” The musing was reluctant – she was quite comfortable whiling the entire day away in bed, but she knew responsibility had to come into play eventually. “We can fetch our food at the market and make something while the storm returns.” That they would return to the book was a given, after they’d tended to such needs. 

“It’s cold outside” | Joji to Abigail

{ The Meme }

Abigail could not say how long she had been standing at the window, lost in her thoughts. All she knew was that it was not until a warm blanket draped around her shoulders, and strong arms settled around her waist that she even registered the fact she was positively chilled. 

Leaning back into Joji’s chest for support and additional warmth, she leaned back a little to look up at him and smile. He was too far away to offer a kiss for thanks, so she settled for turning in his arms and raising her own so that the blanket could wrap around them both and she could snuggle in against his warmth. 

Although, noting that his chest was peeking at her through the long cut of his shirt, she couldn’t help but be a little mischievous, and rub her cold nose directly against warm skin.

🛏️ carry my muse to bed | Joji to Abigail

{ Random Acts }

A smile split across her face as she felt the ground leave, her lover’s firm arms lifting her right out of her chair and causing her to lift her arms on a newly developed instinct, looping them lightly around his shoulders. “I overdid it again, didn’t I?” She guessed, laughter bubbling on her lips as she was settled into their bed with a care. 

He was as gentle as he was immovable sometimes, and it only endeared him to her further. She had said she would be done in another hour – though a glance to the candle told her she had in fact been at it for three. “Whoop,” The small, sheepish sound was followed up by he shifting up so that she could bump his nose with hers. “You really are too good to me,” A soft accusation, sealed with a kiss to his lips before she settled back, arranging herself so that he could join her once he’d set the candle out. 

🖤 for a kiss on a wound (bruise, scar, etc.) | Joji to Abigail

{ Random Acts }

The early morning sun was streaming in through the window, the curtains still open from the night before to invite in the cool air after a day so hot it had felt as if every motion created sweat and weariness in its wake. Some time after midnight, it had chilled to the point Abigail had woken up pressed up tightly against Joji and shivering just a little beneath the blanket she realized he must have dragged over her while she slept. 

Now, she found herself lazing in the sun and enjoying the warmth as it spread along her shoulders, watching her lover as he pressed kisses against the marks that had tormented her so deeply, before his gaze had found them. She saw them differently now – covered as they were in his touch, healed again and again by the certainty of his kisses. 

It was hard to hate anything he could love so steadily – and there was never a doubt in her, about his feelings toward them. That they were a part of the whole of her made them as worthy of his affections as anything else that made up who she was – and he didn’t have to tell her for her to learn and accept that to be true. He showed her, each and every day, ways to see the world through his eyes – and the more she looked, the more she found she could find the truth and the lies. 

His hair brushed over her knee then, and a soft laugh escaped her at the sensation – ticklish as ever – as she reached down and gripped his shoulder, encouraging him to join her at the top of the bed. She had work soon enough, and she wanted to spend as much of her early morning in his arms as she could get away with. 

Abigail: Smash or Pass + Joji đŸ‘€

{ Smash or Pass }

“While I am not sure what business it is of yours captain,” One day, she would remember he had retired from that life, and stop using his title as a sort of nickname when she couldn’t bring herself to use his first name, but today was hardly the day. “I can’t believe I’m saying this,” She couldn’t help but huff a little in amusement, her lips twisting into a wry half smile – to think that she could hear such a vulgar thing and not be bothered was testament enough to how much had changed in her life, but that she might answer without feeling the need to turn red in the wake of it was actually a little terrifying. “But we already are, as you say, smashing.” 

😴 Stand by the bed to see if my muse will let you under the covers with them | Joji to Abigail

{ Nonverbal Starters }

She had just settled in when the tall shadow of him had loomed from the corner of her eye, drawing her gaze up from the book of poems she intended to pick through before sleeping this evening. Tucking her hair behind her ear so she could see his expression better rather than try and gauge it through a curtain, she realized rather quickly what he was asking, and smiled softly. 

Reaching out, she flipped the cover back by way of silent invitation, not feeling the need to verbalize that he was more than welcome. It was something she felt he ought to know, though she supposed some things might be harder to read. 

Waiting until after the bed had dipped with the weight of him, and his warmth had aligned to her side, she reached over and set his arm around her, tucking up close and opening the book to the last poem they had read together, flipping forward to the next and began to recite, familiar with this one enough to not need to trace the lines as she spoke, but doing so anyway so he could follow along. 

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💪 Pick my muse up | Joji to Abigail

{ Nonverbal Starters }

“Oop!” A laugh followed her exclamation as she adjusted herself slightly in a hold that was now quite familiar. Har arms came up without hesitation to wrap around his neck, wondering just what had prompted this and looking around at the ground curiously as though it might hold the answers. ( And considering he had rescued her from snakes in the past well before she even noted the danger, it was a logical place to look first! ) 

Noting no danger, she could only conclude that it was today’s hello. There were times when she wished he would speak more – even understanding as she did why he didn’t – but moments like these, she rather didn’t mind his silent and physical approach to life. As ever, it tended to be so much more honest than other things. 

“And where will you be whisking me off to now?” She asked, smiling a little, “Wait – don’t tell me,” He wouldn’t have, but it was perfectly fine to pretend otherwise, “I’m sure I will understand when we get there.” 

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🤭 Tickle my muse | Joji to Abigail!!

{ Nonverbal Starters }

Though she had seen his hands coming for her, she had not thought to defend herself from them – thinking, erroneously it appeared, that he had been about to adjust her stance again. She was having some dreadful trouble getting this one just right – and perhaps she had been focusing too hard, or maybe he was just in a mood to keep her on her toes, but when those skillful fingers of his danced along her sides it was all she could do not to buckle in shock! 

“Joji!” It was partly a cry of indignation, as much as it was a yelp of surprise, laughter bubbling up in it’s wake as she bowed forward and tried to escape him. To her dismay, he was of course much quicker, and only too easily maneuvered her close, fingers moving dexterously across her in ways that made her wriggle like a worm on a hook – and were she not so busy laughing at the sensations, she’d surely have been utterly mortified! 

By the end of it, she was half bowed over his arm, clutching to him for support as she caught her breath. Whatever it was that had been bothering her before, she’d certainly forgotten about it now! 

Huffing, she papped his arm, and when his grip loosened she turned about so she could give his chest a smack for good measure. “That was a dirty trick!” Though her tone was scolding, it was rather undermined by the fact she was grinning almost as broadly as he was.

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