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Muse A is a student and is in one of muse B’s classes, and after a while they begin to speak. At first it’s only academic-related but soon their conversations begin to wander, and so do their thoughts.
“–your grades are fine, Miss Ginu. There’s no need to be an over achiever.”
Not that he was disappointed, per say. Just merely.. not interested in those that tried to suck up to him to raise their grade ; something that happened rather frequently with being a college professor. He taught two subjects – English and Art – and you would be surprised at how many deemed it necessary to try so little during class and yet expect him to bend to their will.
but instead of the couple slowly falling in love after being coerced into the marriage, they conspire together to make their marriage as obnoxiously terrible as possible so those who arranged it start begging them to get divorced
✿ ❝You make it sound as if it’s only me who’ll get old and wrinkly when you’re older than me.❞
She let herself relax in his arms, feeling a sudden wave of drowsiness.
❝Aren’t you ever scared that one day we might not come out alive from a case?❞
“Genes like mine, I think I’ll be okay.”
At the question, he turned his head slightly to get a better look at her. A small frown grew present at her announced thoughts, though it disappeared when he spoke again, the tone of sureness flowing.
“I don’t think about it. When it happens, and it will happen, I hope it’ll be quick and painless. So quick, I won’t even have realize it happened.”
✿ ❝It would be pretty tragic if you couldn’t get a date with me hovering around and scaring them all. But then again, it would probably hurt a lot to see you date someone else.❞
It follows with a light hearted laugh which eventually faded, turning to soft "hm’s".
A smile was flashed in her direction, and then he wrapped an arm around her shoulders and pulled her into him.
“Don’t worry, I’m not going anywhere– unless you get super old and wrinkly. Which probably won’t happen for a while so there’s nothing to worry about.”
✿ She stuck out her tongue before taking a small bite of her bread, eyes focused to the forest. Being a hunter wasn’t easy and it never would be, but she supposed because of how unusual it was, it gave the pair a little more excitement and something to look forward to.
❝I wouldn’t like it but I wouldn’t kill people just for walking. He should’ve found a positive outlook on being a ghost rather than suddenly tearing out eyes.❞
Flynn gave her an amused expression, and reached over to gently nudge her with his elbow.
“–I’d hate for you to be a ghost, you’d haunt me, day in and day out. Wouldn’t be able to get a date with my ghost girlfriend following me around. How horrible that would be.”
