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    → muse a and muse b have both lived out hard lives. they’re both in uncomfortable family situations. muse a’s family is rather rich, but they abuse him for being gay. muse b’s parents are drunks and they’re in a poor financial state, leaving muse b to make money in the only way he can, selling drugs. the two boys have been friends for a long time, but what happens when muse a and muse b both get into troubles of their own? muse a begins to get into fights to let out his anger, while muse b gets into trouble with authorities. will the two boys help each other through their struggles?i don’t mind which muse i am, i just want to do this rp !



    - highly descriptive. no less than 400 words per post
    - realistic appearances and 17-18 in age for our characters :)

    - no overly feminine or emo looks :)

    Asher'd spent most of the school day wandering the halls or smoking in the bathroom while on his phone because he was absolutely filled with nervous energy and if he went to class he'd start pacing. Usually this was a sign he was going to do something stupid soon. It was pleasant, because for the past few months he'd been in a slump, barely able to get himself the hell out of bed, and it was nice to finally feel like he was vaguely functional, but most of the energy took the form of heart-beating-fast, tight-chested nerves. Maybe he had to get absolutely wasted or high or something like that. He figured it was as good an answer as any to feeling restless. But he had been caught drinking out of his house's liquor cabinet because his dad could taste when it was watered down, so he was going to have to bother a friend for it.


    Luckily, it was the end of school. He honestly mostly went to get out of the house, because otherwise he'd be stuck there. And he wasn't really into that idea. He did try, occasionally, in some of his classes, but today wasn't a great day. He made his way to his locker in order to grab his jacket and a couple of things, pulling it over his shoulders. He gave a quick glance up and down the hallway. No one that he didn't like was nearby. He slammed his locker shut, shoved his hands in his pockets, and stalked his way down the hallway. People tended to get out of his way. He looked up and down the hall for a moment, before spotting Atticus, making a beeline. He leaned against the locker next to his, grinned sideways, and said, "Hey, how ya doin', buddy?"


    ∞♧

    school days passed rather slowly, which was actually kind of a pain. it wasn’t that atticus didn’t enjoy school itself, but at times it felt like he was wasting his time sitting in classes he didn’t truly care about. however, he didn’t have a choice but to go, so he tried to make them most of it. he had managed to get out of his final class of the day, some sort of history regarding the times before people even had countries. it was terribly boring. however it didn’t matter now that he had gotten to leave. the brunette walked down the hallway, his dark eyes focused on the ground. he could hear the quiet voices of gossiping students around him. not gossiping about him or anything, but just shit talking people in general. it was strange how people would pretend to be so loyal to friends but in reality they were just stabbing them in the back.


    atticus turned the dial of the lock on his locker and began to open it. he had been putting his textbooks back in the locker when he heard the sound of asher’s body against a locker. the boy stiffened and then glanced at the other boy. he smiled faintly and sighed. “i’m doing fine,” he paused, finally turning to look at the other boy. “what do you want asher?” these days it felt like everyone wanted something from atticus. drugs, extra work, money. some other stuff too he supposed, but those seemed to be the three most prevalent things. he scanned the other boy’s face for a moment, trying to think of what his friend needed. it wasn’t that he thought the other didn’t like him or anything, he just knew he needed something.


    eek this is so bad @ me



    Asher waited a moment for Atticus to answer him, leaning against the locker. He found that his leg was bouncing, and he knew if he tried to stop it it would just start up again when he stopped focusing on it, so he let it bounce. He put a hand over his chest, mock-offended, when Atticus suggested that he wanted something. "Maybe I just want to have a conversation with my buddy Atticus?" However, a moment later he shrugged, glancing at the ground a bit sheepishly. "Okay, yeah, I was hopin' you had some weed or something, but I also want to hang. If you're not busy doing homework or some shit." Atticus was a better student than he was by many times. He actually put in effort, even when he was bored by the subject. Asher just went to class to fuck around.


    Asher found that he was also super fucking hungry, because he avoided eating at lunch because the cafeteria food tasted like shit and he never brought his own food, and he never had the time in the morning to eat breakfast because he had to stay in his room until his dad left for work or else he would have an encounter. He got kind of out of it by the afternoon, getting by by snacking on granola bars stolen from the kitchen when no one was paying attention. Basically, he was really hoping to get his hands on some shitty McDonalds or whatever. "I gotta have food. I'm so hungry," he expressed, with intense passion.


    ∞♧

    the brunette rolled his eyes when he heard the other boy mention weed. he hated that asher smoked weed. he hated that people in general used drugs, he found it kind of pathetic. and if he was being honest, he would deny people the things he sold if he wasn’t so desperate for money. “jesus.” he paused, slamming his locker shut and then turned to look at the other boy, a slightly tired expression on his face. “ yeah, i do. and i’ll hang out with you, i’ve just gotta be back home by like seven.” the only reason he mentioned that was because he knew that people had contacted him, wanting him to bring them stuff at seven. he glanced at the other and smiled faintly when the other mentioned that he was hungry.



    “okay, then let’s get out of school.” he smiled at the other, but the smile was tired and distracted. and probably kind of forced. he moved closer towards the other boy and grabbed his hand, pulling him towards the exit of the school. he just wanted to leave, there was no way that the other boy was going to give the other boy weed in school. the two walked outside, the sunlight streaming down onto the boy’s faces. he turned his gaze towards the other, “so where do you want to go?”




    Asher's smile didn't falter when Atticus seemed exasperated with him. He was used to it. And what the hell, he wasn't doing heroin or crack to cope, so really he didn't care. He kept out of his dad's painkillers and didn't try to use adderall to get better grades. He wasn't that bad yet. His vaguely joking smile became genuine with Atticus agreed to hang out. He was relieved, because Jack, the other kid he skipped class with because it was more of a communal activity, had decided to stay home, and so he was kind of alone here. He jumped a little when his hand was taken, not used to it, and followed Atticus out of the school. He seemed damn tired. He deserved a break or something. He was pretty sure he'd been really busy, really tired, really stressed. Asher wanted to help so bad.


    He noticed, out of the corner of his eye, people stared when Atticus had Asher's hand in his. Instinctively, he pulled his own hand back and shoved it into his pocket. He tried too hard to divert attention away from himself regarding gender or sexuality. He couldn't have anyone figuring him out. He was terrified of the possibility. He kept his face good-natured, though, not willing to let on the discomfort he felt in his chest. "I literally don't care where we go. I just want a burger n' fries. Any ol' burger." He shrugged, glancing up at the sky. It was real nice out, which was great. Maybe they could hang out in that sketchy area of the woods. Asher couldn't have Atticus over to his house unless he was sure his parents were gone for the day, which he wasn't sure of, so he wasn't about to go near there. He had to keep home and school separate by at least six degrees. "You wanna head to that weird place in the woods? Where all the overly affectionate freshmen make out until someone else comes down the path?"


    ∞♧

    atticus glanced at the other boy and sighed softly. he knew that the other boy didn’t seem to like physical contact. at least not the kind that atticus usually tries to do with him. no hand holding, they didn’t hug or anything often. he supposed that it wasn’t horrible. but he secretly wished that the other would just let him be closer to him. when he heard the boy ask if he wanted to go to the woods, the brunette nodded. “yeah, sure.” atticus didn’t like how he was just giving short and kind of tired sounding answers, but if he was being honest he didn’t feel like he could give the other any different answers. he didn’t know what to say. he rarely did. once the two walked towards the woods and were out of the line of sight of the other students the brunette handed the other some weed.


    he didn’t understand why people wanted to do drugs, but he knew it made him money and made sure that his family didn’t go broke. so he put up with them. he looked at the other tiredly, “school is so fucking boring.” the words came out of his mouth before he could stop them. atticus liked school. he usually enjoyed it too. however, he was way too tired to actually feel engaged in his classes. the brunette turned his hazel gaze towards the other as the two walked deeper into the woods. “there’s no burger place in the woods, you know that right?” the fact that the other had wanted a burger and fries and then headed into the woods was kind of strange to atticus.





    Asher had completely forgotten he was hungry for a hot minute. He followed Atticus out of the area of the school, into the woods, thinking absently about whatever the hell. He was literally so restless. He wanted to run. He wondered if there were any deer in the woods. He could've sworn he'd seen them around before. He took the weed from Atticus and lit up, taking a lighter from his pocket, then breathing in the smoke. He realized, with disappointment, that he didn't have enough hands to click the lighter on and off because he was going to take Atticus's hand now, hell yeah, now that they were alone, but doing so made him look around, nervous, paranoid. He was unwilling to let anyone get a look into the shit he did in his personal time. It was his. It was his and no one else got to look at it. Deer. He wondered how ancient times humans killed deer. The little shits were fast. Ancient times humans didn't have guns to kill them with. Just spears and bows and arrows. Maybe they'd had to be stealthy. Sneak up on a deer with poor hearing, stab it right in the heart. Or the leg, so it couldn't run. Absolutely savage.


    He didn't realize how utterly off the rails his train of thought had gone until Atticus spoke and reminded him he was hungry. "Shit." He paused, glancing up at the tree tops, watching the smoke rise up into the branches, soothing, almost, in a way. "We can hunt down a fuckin' deer. Like with spears. Like ancient-times humans." He laughed, even though nothing he said was really that funny. It wasn't the weed, because it made him chill out, and besides it hadn't even hit him yet. It was nervousness. It was his teeth being clenched together when he wasn't paying attention. It was nervous, shaky laughter. "I'm gonna... I'm gonna sharpen myself a rock, tie it to a stick, and stab a deer to death. And then I'll invent fire and everyone'll think I'm hot shit." He didn't know where the hell he was going with this anymore. He glanced over at Atticus, looping back to what he had said, which was kind of weird to Asher because, comparatively, Atticus was kind of a nerd. "Hey, hey, bud, have you been doin' alright? You've been kinda down. Kinda... tired. Kinda in a slump, huh?" It was weird. Asher'd been in an awful slump just like Atticus for the past few months. He had no idea where this energy was coming from. "Shit, I think I sucked out all your energy. Like an energy vampire. Maybe you can try n' take it back." Joking aside, he squeezed his hand quickly.


    ∞♧

    the sunlight that streamed down through the leaves of the trees, leaving shadows dappled against the forest floor was nice. atticus closed his hazel eyes for a moment and then opened them again as he listened to the other make jokes about hunting deer. he smiled faintly. “it’s not that funny, but i mean, you said it so it obviously is funny.” he turned to look at the other, happy that they were at least holding hands this time. if someone had asked him if he would do anything for his best friend, he would. he cared about asher a lot, he was really nice to him, and the two were close. the boy leaned slightly closer to the other. it was nice to do something like that. just be close. physical contact was nice when it wasn’t in his own house. atticus hates his house, it smelled like old booze and sleep deprivation. so basically, it smelled horrible.


    when the boy started talking again, the brunette looked at him. he knew that asher was trying to help with his words. he was trying to help a lot when he talked, but sometimes it was hard to keep him seriously. nonetheless atticus smiled and sighed as he turned to actually look at asher. he could feel their fingers intertwined together. the boy yawned softly, feeling his body shake slightly. “it’s not your fault, that’s stupid. i’m just... i’m just tired, that’s all.” that was all, right? that’s what atticus hoped. he looked at the other boy, almost hesitant before he hugged him kind of tightly. he just wanted to be close to asher, to feel how warm and absolutely human he was. he wasn’t sure why, it was probably because it wasn’t like his siblings at home were actually home, and his parents were barely functioning. the boy pulled away from the hug, looking at the ground now. “sorry,” the brunette mumbled softly.





    Atticus's reassurances didn't make Asher much less concerned. He didn't know a lot about Atticus's home life, just as Atticus didn't know what might be the biggest part of his own, but he knew it wasn't ideal. Just because of the old clothes, the selling drugs, the days when he came into school and Asher smelled alcohol on him. Asher didn't believe it was "just tired", especially with the hesitance in asserting that, the repeated denial. He himself had an idea of what it was like to be really tired. He had slept for 12 hours and woken up exhausted before. He had no goddamn idea how he could help Atticus, and the thought frustrated him. He wanted to help him. He wanted to make him feel... better. But he probably couldn't. He glanced up at Atticus as he looked at him, responding to Atticus's smile with one of his own, since he liked it when he smiled. Then, he was pulled into a hug. For a second, he stiffened. Hugs always gave him the fear that the other person would realize his chest wasn't totally flat, would realize the shape of him under the baggy t-shirt and the jacket. But this was Atticus. He hugged back after a second of surprise, feeling comforted by the warmth, the feeling of just another human being, not being alone.


    He pulled back reluctantly when Atticus did, feeling a void where he once was. He didn't get... hugged often. At all. He couldn't bring to mind the last time he had hugged someone. One of his little sisters, maybe, but he was usually too busy hiding away, avoiding his parents at all costs, to be close to them. He knew his dad never did anything to them, and as long as that was true he was too selfish to put himself at risk. That was probably the reason it took a second to compose himself and not pull Atticus into another hug. He managed to get the confident smirk back up on his face before his defenses could be totally broken down. "No need to apologize for a hug, darling," he said, moving further down the path to where a log sat by the side. He sat himself down, taking in another breath of smoke. It was maybe calming him down, maybe he was just imagining it, but he'd stopped bouncing around as much. He watched the light on Atticus's face, how it lit pieces of him like a highlighter, now an eye, now his lips. It was kinda hypnotizing. "If someone's bothering you," said Asher, even though he wasn't sure if that was the case at all, "You know I'll kick their ass. Right?"


    ∞♧

    atticus smiled faintly at the other’s words. he really liked asher, he was nice, and wasn’t like the other boy would really care if he told him about everything. like, he would probably be sympathetic, but wouldn’t say anything about it. just because they didn’t really talk about that stuff together, let alone just when they were by themselves. he sighed softly, looking at the other boy. he sat next to him on the log. the air was pretty warm, which was nice. the boy pushed up the sleeves of his sweatshirt and sighed once more. when the other mentioned someone bothering him, the brunette just shrugged. “no one’s bothering me, i’m serious, i’m fine.” 


    if he was honest, the boy was sick of his parents. but it didn’t matter, he was going to take care of them anyways. he closed his eyes for a moment and then opened them, met with the brightness of the sunshine. he turned his head towards the other boy and smiled. “we should hang out this weekend, i’ve got nothing to do.” atticus looked at the ground and then the other boy, leaning against him slightly. “but if you can’t or something that’s fine too.” he yawned softly and pushed his hair away from his face in a distracted manner. he was trying to just take his mind off of things. the boy exhaled softly, “are you still hungry? we can go and get something if you want.” the boy smiled at the other, it was genuine this time. it at least didn’t feel that way. he sighed and reached for his backpack which he had set on the ground, pulling it closer to him.





    "Alright," said Asher. He decided to stop pushing it. Even though he was concerned, he figured Atticus would get pissed off with him if he kept bothering him. He placed a hand next to him on the log, leaning on his arm. He stared off into the woods, listening to the birds chirping. It was relaxing here, quiet here. Quieter than his own house was. He began to think of going home. His dad was coming home late, he was visiting some people he worked with-- or, worked for him-- and while his sisters would come, Asher, the rebellious one, the problem child, wasn't invited. He didn't care. He didn't want to be invited. He got to eat dinner by himself. He was zoning out when Atticus spoke again. "Oh," he said, "fucking yeah! We should hang." His face lit up at the thought. He hated being stuck at home with no excuse to leave on the weekends. He usually just took his car and drove somewhere remote to smoke or get high or something. It was pretty lame to do that alone.


    At Atticus's second suggestion, he paused, checking the pockets of his jacket. He pulled out his lighter and a pack of cigarettes from one pocket, then checked the other, and found his wallet. He opened it, pulled out about the amount he usually charged for weed, putting it in Atticus's hand. "Here ya go. So you know I'm not just in it for the free drugs. Also, I got money for lunch, so let's go!" He got to his feet quickly, shifting his weight between his legs, anxious to get on with it. He heard his phone buzz in his pocket. He glanced at it, silenced it, then put it back in his pocket. He was busy doing this. He wanted a burger.


    ∞♧

    the brunette found himself smiling once more when he heard the other boy agree to going to go hang out. he looked at the other boy as he spoke. asher was a good person, sure he seemed kind of… edgy. edgy was a weird way to describe someone, not when they didn’t have literal edges, they were only ‘edgy’ because they were different. when he felt asher put money in his hand, he immediately opened his mouth to refuse. asher was his friend. he didn’t want to force him to pay for weed. even though it did help. the refusal died on atticus’ tongue and he just closed his mouth and opened it again. ”oh, um, thanks.” he forced himself to look at the other boy, ignoring how painfully awkward the situation felt to him. he sighed softly and stood up.


    he turned to look at asher, he actually felt good about going out somewhere now. ”yeah, let’s go. i think i see someone else.” it was true, he saw the faint outline of a girl far, far away from the two of them. he started to walk away from the area, pausing only to wait for asher. he liked this. this was good. it wasn’t home, thank god it wasn’t home. it was better than home, it didn’t smell like alcohol. he and asher walked, exiting the forest and atticus yawned. he rubbed his eyes tiredly and turned towards the other. ”do you wanna walk? it’s really nice out.” atticus loved walking places, he hated driving. he was a horrible driver in his own opinion, although in reality he was an average driver. he supposed he just got stressed out, he knew his parents had both driven drunk, due to the hospital bills and the driving ticket that he was having to pay for.


    Asher smiled when he saw Atticus smile. Usually Asher's smile wasn't that committed, kind of ironic, kind of sarcastic, but he genuinely smiled when Atticus did. Maybe it was also that he was feeling weirdly calm and happy which was probably because he was smoking, but now he wasn't shaking uncontrollably or finding it hard to breathe so it was really pretty great for him. He glanced at the girl in the woods, nodded, and followed Atticus out of the woods, putting out the blunt. For later. He wanted to still be sorta functional for now. He could get super out of it later tonight in his room alone, or out behind the house. He felt pretty goddamn chill. And it was probably partially because he was outside, away from everyone, doing his thing with his bud. For some reason, Atticus didn't piss him off like most people did. Maybe because he was kind of a quiet guy (Asher felt he should probably be more assertive, but he wasn't going to mention that to him), but it was also because Asher just... liked to be around him.


    Asher felt a little bit of the zen fall back with the forest. He liked being outside. It made him feel like he wouldn't have to go back. At his question, Asher nodded. "Hell yeah. It's fuckin' lovely as shit." He also felt like he didn't want to drive Atticus places. He loved his own style of driving, which could be defined as "a little bit destructive to himself and others", and he loved to go fast as hell and open the windows and play music at a volume that hurt his ears just a little, but that was an Asher thing, and Atticus would totally hate it. Asher got bored driving unless there was a risk of getting into an awful accident and dying. It made it easier for him to pay attention to the road. Oh, also, he was kind of faded and it would be bad for him to drive. Right. He started down the sidewalk, towards where he was sure there was a sort of cheap but really delicious burger place. "Holy hell, I'm really excited for this burger," he expressed, enthusiastically. He was hungry. He tended to be a bit over-dramatic about it.


    ooc: atticus is so right about asher being edgy. oh also i got some ideas for plot points that could happen, we don't have to use em all:

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