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✘ select a muse
✘ leave a prompt ( threadstarter/picture(s)/lyrics, etc )
✘ profit!

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[adronitis]

[ It's both a big deal and not. Brooke already gets mail delivered to his address — mostly magazines and the like — and she's had a key for months, so her officially moving in with him was less of an event and more of an afterthought. He'd taken her out for dinner after they'd brought the last of her boxes inside, but it wasn't like she had that much stuff left to move into his space, since half his closet has already been taken up with her clothes and he'd already all but given her the little nook off the dining room to turn into an office-cum-study-room. It's just more officially her space now that all of her books line the shelves and her homework is strewn across every flat surface.

It's kind of nice that their lives don't change much. Marcus enjoys her company, and he enjoys the fact that he can count on having said company without worrying about whether or not she'll need to be on campus for something particular. She still goes to campus events, still goes to parties and out clubbing with her friends, but now whenever she goes out for the evening, he can count on having her in his arms just a few hours later.

He'd offered to pick her up from the Metro tonight, but she'd turned him down, so he wound up going to bed early and returning to the book he'd been reading on and off for the past few weeks, keeping himself from checking his phone to make sure Brooke hadn't decided she wanted a ride after all by forcing himself to pay attention to the story.

He's just about considering turning off the light and calling it a night without her when he hears the front door open and close, and the sound of high heels trudging up the stairs heralds Brooke's arrival. She's clearly tipsy, a little rumpled from her night out at the bar with her girlfriends, and just the sight of her brings a fond swelling feeling to his chest that makes it impossible not to smile at her. She looked like this the night they met, he recalls. ]

Hey, gorgeous, [ he starts, beginning to put his book down as she practically prowls across the bedroom on bare feet and clambers up onto the bed. ] Have a good ni—

[ She cuts him off by stealing his book and telling him he's overdressed, a statement that has him arching his eyebrows at her over the rims of his reading glasses. ] Well, I had been planning on going to bed, so... [ That being said, he doesn't protest when she curls her fingers in his shirt and starts to tug, shifting so that she has an easier time of it, lifting his arms when prompted so she can pull it off him completely. The motion dislodges his glasses and he laughs as he retrieves them, carefully folding them and putting them aside so they don't break them. Glasses are expensive. Once he settles back into his previous position, he lets his hands slide up to rest on her thighs, his fingertips dipping beneath the hem of her slinky little dress. ] I could say the same thing about you, you know.