A tall, pale, brunette slumped over the white desk in her slightly disarrayed room. Writers block was curse, no matter what how much her literature teacher argued that it didn't exist. The assignment was simple, write a short story that has a dark twist. The girl tried writing multiple times, but somehow dark writing doesn't come naturally to the brunette.
"I can help you you know. I have many ideas." Two arms hugged the girl's waist, straightening up she noticed a semi-transparent boy around the age of seventeen or eighteen. His skin was snow white, eyes were pale grey, an unruly silver mess for hair and a few scars here and there as if he had gotten into a fight long ago. He appeared as though he would disappear at any given time, like his existence was fragile. It was.
"It's about time you've visited me Thyme." The girl's pale lips curled into a smile, her blue eyes becoming distant. "Take me to a wonderland of thoughts."
Images filled her head. Voices speaking with different accents and dialogue, colors of different worlds blended together. Taking a mechanical pencil the girl begins to write a rough draft.
“Is the little kitten scared?” The man smirks at my obvious fear. His slender fingers grab my shirt collar, forcing my face towards his black marked one. My blood runs cold, his eyes were full of hatred. Suddenly the eyes widen and his grip releases my shirt. Taking a wobbly step back, he stares at his trembling hand with an indescribable expression. Slowly he comes towards me again, but this time he unties the ropes that bound me to the wall.
“Don’t tell anyone…” He breathes into my ear as his evanescent figure disappears from the empty room.
"Silly Katy." The ghostlike muse purred, "You should think out what you want to write. Not just word vomit. Now you don't know where to go from here and you know I can't help you." Laughing, his pale figure shifted into images of inspiration. The way he flickered seemed like he was a futuristic hologram.
"Try again?" He questioned the girl in a bemused tone. Nodding her head the brunette flipped to a new page on the notebook. She didn't continue with the previous story, that's not the way Thyme worked. He would inspire a story and as long as the girl didn't get to frustrated or bored with it, the works into something beautiful. Most times the inspiration will leave, because her muse had a fragile existence, yet he inspires her to write everyday.
He is an odd one.
"You know what I like most about the sky? I love that moment, just after dusk when the sky shifts from blue to black. Then the stars shine brighter and the constellations begin to bloom. It's like the universe comes into focus." He says stroking my long hair as I lean into him with a tear streaked face.
"Taylor. When I look at you today, I think of constellations. As your freckles get darker, I think of the stars. And when I look at you, the universe comes into focus. That's why you shouldn't listen to what those girl's say, because you're beautiful and don't let anyone else tell you otherwise." I hug him tighter, I don't deserve someone like him.548Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡkPAYjHH553
"Thyme, you're giving me ideas for a cliche romance novel. I'm supposed to write a dark twist, not fluff." The girl muttered irritably while the guy seemed to take amusement in her words. His transparent floated around as if carried by an unseen wind. Somehow the silver haired boy was getting fainter.548Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡuqhof9xZD7
"You could get make the guy a blood thirsty vampire who steals her soul. That would be hilarious!" The brunette mulled over the idea, before shooting it down. The teacher wouldn't be so amused. Thyme's form was almost see through at this point.548Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡgt6RDvLGlz
"Hm... I'll be back when you are willing to take my ideas." As the boy fade he plants a kiss on the girl's forehead as he disappeared. "See you later." The air seemed to hum before it stopped completely in silence. 548Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡTCKBd7V7mc
"Back to square one," The girl muttered.
Katy's muse is a pale boy who might not always give the best ideas and is only around half the time. He sings songs of many inspirations, but many of them are a single thought that they think might be funny to write down. However, when the two can agree on something they're in a loving relationship; Thyme as the words and the girl as the pen. 548Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡtsWeGxt6lV
No relationship works smoothly, but when it does the feeling is rather nice.
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