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[ashton-taylor-murphy]

[pm] Netflix and chill?

[user is old and doesn't understand]

We are watching movies. What should I bring? Like what do you bring to a movie night date?

[user is very nervous]

[pm] idk if you know her or not. I'm not even sure she's into me. We are supposed to have a movie night. We both like superheroes.

[pm] don't tell anyone im a nerd lol

[ashton-taylor-murphy]

[pm] idk if you know her or not. I'm not even sure she's into me. We are supposed to have a movie night. We both like superheroes.

[pm] don't tell anyone im a nerd lol

Ok miss romantic, what constitutes a decent date night? Say I want to really impress a certain person and I haven't exactly been in the game for awhile.

Any advice? [user blushes]

I haven't even gotten up the courage to ask yet. I just don't wanna make an ass of myself.

I'm 95 and idk

[ashton-taylor-murphy]

Ok miss romantic, what constitutes a decent date night? Say I want to really impress a certain person and I haven't exactly been in the game for awhile.

Any advice? [user blushes]

I haven't even gotten up the courage to ask yet. I just don't wanna make an ass of myself.

I'm 95 and idk

Sweetheart no, Lucky Charms is a General Mills brand and the actor behind the leprechaun is from Staten Island. I'm Irish but I was born here. My mother was born in Ireland. I wouldn't say it's stinky.

You are the jealous type? I could be that type if I cared to settle down again. No attachments is the way to go, less heartache. [user thinks about one particular human and groans] it hurts to even thinking about trying for that again.

If I thought I deserved to even try to find a mate.

If you needed to ask odds are you already know the ways in which I would fuck around 👀 do you want to find out?

[user giggles because that should piss Regan right off]

[ashton-taylor-murphy]

Knowing the anatomy of a human doesn't make you an expert on humans. It just makes you an expert on basic human functions, if you call dead ones functioning….

Humanity is more than the literal physical characteristics. There's only so much a bone can tell you.

I'll meet you where? [user hopes they aren't nearly as annoying in person]

I'm sure you are very criminal of you tie your relationship with 🦴. Does your girlfriend like 🦴 as much as you do?

I am not attached to my phone, it's funny how you refer to me as human, are you not a human? I don't judge… im not human

You are so fucking cute! Cute as a non criminal button.

There you go assuming I don't know how to fucking identify my own horse statue.

I laid hands on it 👏👏👏

It was harder than your bones.

But don't you dare spout some shit about bones being brittle not hard because I have not the energy to explain my humor if you don't get it im sorry….

[ashton-taylor-murphy]

I been walking around half the night looking.

It's been a long night.

It will likely not get better I'll just learn to be ok. I'm used to it at this point.

It was nice having a friend while it lasted

Cheers to Janus you were a good statue.

Yeah I guys if he comes back it was meant to be [user feels a little better] there's a lot of stuff going on its not just my horse. It's everything. I'm gonna be ok.

[ashton-taylor-murphy]

Um, you just kinda seem like a Lovely person.

Do you want me to stop?

[user has called people love a lot and never been questioned….confused]

My middle name is Taylor so my initials are ATM, I find it kinda funny.

Yes but I have lost my muse lately maybe I should find a new one.

Have you ever listened to Etta James' At Last?

I cannot explain it; just not that into it. However, you can be as passionate as you like about them. Your opinion is valid, love.

Ariadne, that is a beautiful name. Prettier than Ashton.

I like poetic and emotional music because I write poetry that has not been very good lately.

[ashton-taylor-murphy]

Have you ever listened to Etta James' At Last?

I cannot explain it; just not that into it. However, you can be as passionate as you like about them. Your opinion is valid, love.

Ariadne, that is a beautiful name. Prettier than Ashton.

I like poetic and emotional music because I write poetry that has not been very good lately.

Why not? They are geniuses. Also the Mamma Mia movies deserved Oscars.

They are also very good.

Why are you calling me love Um! Well! My name isn't love! It's Ariadne.

[ashton-taylor-murphy]

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[ashton-taylor-murphy]

[user adds playlist to listen to]

I'm not an ABBA fan, sorry.

Phoebe Bridgers???? Ooh boy genius is a favorite of mine.

You didn't say your name, love, I don't want to keep sharing my playlist with a stranger.

I am sure, strangers do not scare me unless they are hunting me

My name is Ashton, there im not a stranger.

[user sends spotify link]

[ashton-taylor-murphy]

LOCATION: Nondescript park TIMING: Current PARTIES: Charlie & Ashton (@ashton-taylor-murphy) SUMMARY: Charlie is trying to write music, and Ashton can give him inspiration, for a price... WARNINGS: None

Charlie was just one of many who would risk it for fleeting fame.

Now that Charlie had dove headfirst into a solo career, his management was pushing him to write more songs to put together an EP. It was a daunting task that left Charlie with more time dedicated to song writing and practicing than doing anything else. Being a responsible adult responsible for their own career? It kind of sucked. The weather had been so nice out lately that Charlie took his notebook and guitar to a quiet secluded spot of a local park in Downtown Wicked’s Rest and silently strummed a chord progression, trying to get a basis for a potential song. The lyrics were the easy part for Charlie. The musical part he used to do with Lindz, the lead singer. She was good at coming up with a melody where he was good at coming up with the words.c They’d been a stellar duo that way.

He idly plucked the strings to his guitar, sliding into a boring chord progression to the beginning of an Imagine Dragons song he was particularly fond of. He sang the lyrics under his breath as he strummed, half singing half humming, completely unaware of the stranger that was approaching. Charlie was easily lost in his own little world when it came to his music, always one to bury himself in it instead of paying attention to his surroundings. Probably why he should have been working on this stuff in a studio or his bedroom. He liked doing this stuff on his own, no help from other songwriters or things of that nature. It was deeply personal to him, and he liked it that way. 

Then, he finally registered someone’s presence next to him, and he looked up to see a woman standing and listening. “Oh, sorry. I didn’t see you there.” Charlie confessed, giving a small wave with a half-smile. “I tend to get lost in it.” He admitted with a shrug of his shoulder. “I’m Charlie, you are?” 

_____

“Ashton Murphy,” the muse yawned and sat down on the grass near the guitar-playing guy, Charlie. She loved the way he strummed along letting the music flow freely. He wasn't even singing with conviction, just humming and strumming in a way that spoke to his potential. He summed it up perfectly, lost in it. Ashton knew what it was to get lost in things, lyrics and words that resonate so deeply that they consumed your attention.

“Play something that is entirely yours,” Ashton leaned back into the soft grass and gazed up at the sun filtered through the canopy. She hadn't been sleeping well, the bags under her eyes were testimony to that. With the lack of food and getting blocked at every turn by her malevolent dead wife, Ashton was tired. “Here, I can help you find the song inside.” Ashton offered her hand, no harm in taking just a little taste without drawing him in too close. “Take my hand, Charlie. I don’t bite. You want to find the music?” 

Ashton was always blunt with what she needed. He didn’t need the details. He needed inspiration, just a little push and maybe she could find it in herself to walk away, maybe he’d come back. She just needed enough to carry her into tomorrow and that would be enough. 

______

As the woman sat down beside him, something about the woman felt off to him. He couldn’t quite put it into words. Maybe it was the way she was talking, or maybe it was the way she was trying to entice him inwards with promises of music. Did he need help? Did he need to dig that deep? He blinked, feeling himself push away instinctively. “Uh, that’s alright.” He said in reply, chuckling awkwardly to himself as he pulled his guitar closer to himself. Still, it was enticing. What did she have that he wasn’t privy to? What did she know about music that would help him? Sure, he was a good writer, but he’d always sucked at putting it to a melody. Was she able to do that? Charlie frowned, feeling himself drawing nearer out of pure curiosity. 

“You don’t bite, but I don’t hold hands with strangers.” He decided. “Well,” he then corrected, knowing that there were absolutely exceptions to that rule. “Maybe some strangers.” He muttered to himself before going back to his strumming. He began playing a song that he’d written with the band, with Lindz. Vik had titled it, naming it Crush. It wasn’t about having a crush but literally crushing someone Giles Corey style. The song had been Gareth’s idea. Charlie was just the one to put it to words. He didn’t sing the lyrics, but strummed the guitar part. 

He was acutely aware of Ashton still being near him, but for some reason, he wanted to play for her. She seemed like she had some secret information that he wanted to know. “I want to find the music, but I thought I was already doing that.” He decided aloud, giving a strange look to Ashton out of the corner of his eyes.

_____

Fuck, Ashton had lost her touch and she was far too hungry to know better. “I thought you might be the type to take a chance, give anything a shot.” She would leave it there, a question left like a lure on the top of a bass pond. Sooner or later, someone would take the bait, “It only takes a touch.” Ashton needed to touch in order to control her feeding. Involuntary feedings, ones that were proximity based were often miniscule and lacked any real control. She hoped he would get too curious for his own good.

“I am Ashton Murphy, not a stranger, I know your name and you know mine.” She was really trying to be enticing despite being hungry. “Ahh, so some strangers are acceptable, but I am not? What is wrong with me?” Ashton feigned offense at her statement. She was trying to replace the previous version of herself with something more charming with a raised level of appeal. The muse was not having an easy time finding a decent snack these days. 

“I am a writer. Sometimes I sit down to write and the emotion is there but the words wont come. Its too much too jumbled, ground yourself and find it. It is there and it knows you are searching, but its going to wait for you to meet in the middle.”

___

This was insane, right? Like, totally insane. Charlie blinked owlishly at Ashton, unsure what was going on. Part of him wanted to pass her off and be on his way, but something was enticing about her words, of the promise of better music, of being better than he was now. He’d have to be stupid not to take her up on the offer, right? He blinked once, then frowned. She was asking what was wrong with her, and Charlie couldn’t help but laugh at himself. “Not too into ladies.” He confessed, holding up his hands. 

“But fuck it, what have you got to offer me?” He spoke, reaching out but not quite touching her shoulder. Something was nagging at him to rethink this. He pulled back. “What… are you going to do?” Charlie asked instead, keen on getting more information before doing something incredibly stupid again. But hey, wasn’t being stupid kind of his whole M.O. lately? He shrugged, visibly lost in thought as he mulled it over in his mind.

As if pulled by an unseeing force, Charlie reached his hand out again and pressed it to her hand. “Show me what you’ve got, mystery lady.” He told her, a bemused expression watching her every move.

___

“It’s your lucky day because I am very into the ladies.” Ashton chuckled at the assumptions, no doubt, being made. She had never looked at Charlie for anything but creative nourishment. “I’m a muse, a being that inspires the arts for the price of a meal, not that type of meal either. You can say yes or no, but I ask for your secrecy. “ Ashton could tell he was a little aloof, but he played beautifully. She could feel the talent there. If only he would play something original. He could do it; she had faith in him.

“If you touch me, I can feed off your creativity, and you will find your music. Our sexual preferences don’t mean a damn thing. As I said, I am a ladies lady.” She put it very plainly as it seemed to be the only way to communicate with him, “Understand me now?” She didn’t mention the consequences of it, not yet; she was desperately starving. Honestly, would he even mind? Elora was different. She had rubbed her a certain way; Charlie rubbed only against the grain, and Ashton was slightly annoyed at his aloofness. Maybe he needed a muse to put wind in the sails, if only once.

“What do you say?”

_____

This had bad idea written all over it, but Charlie would be lying to himself if he didn’t need a creative boost every now and again. Her telling him she wasn’t interested in him like that definitely made him feel way more at ease. She explained what she was, and it only stood to confuse Charlie even more. “Like… the Greek muses?” He asked, tilting a head curiously, brows furrowing in confusion. “I, uh.” The idea of being used for someone’s meal, it bothered him. He didn’t want that, but at the same time, inspiration wasn’t something to sneeze at either, now was it? 

Charlie nodded his head, knowing that he was telling Finn and Wyatt the second one of them asked what he’d been up to that day. “Yeah, sure.” he spoke, and reached a hand out for her to take. “Go ahead, then.” Charlie spoke, giving her permission to do what she needed to do. And hey, it wasn’t like he wasn’t getting something out of this, right? 

Ashton was glad this was going to happen. This was a win-win situation. As much as Ashton despises the process, she loves the art, “Yes, like the Greek muses, but there is a price. Last time I checked, the muses were not the bad guys of Hercules.” Ashton despises being compared to the Greek version of herself. Typically, they were not portrayed in a darkened light; it made Ashton’s nature seem beautiful, but it wasn't. 

“I feed off a bit of your life force. You will feel ready and inspired, and it's a win-win.” Ashton didn't add that he would die as a result, eventually. It could be minimal or majorly impactful, depending on the schedule and her control. She wouldn't elaborate on the estimated cost, not to him. She needed this too much. Ashton took his hand and inhaled, more symbolic than required. The touch drew everything she needed. Five to ten years, who knew, or did it matter? Musicians were always prone to short lifespans. Though, she was careful to leave the least damage in her wake.

“How do you feel?” Ashton was humming, fully sated for the time being. She preferred the taste of a writer, but he would do for now. “Call me anytime you are stuck.”

With their hands intertwined, Charlie cursed under his breath. This was a stupid idea. He swore louder when she said it would take his fucking life force away. What the fuck? As soon as she let go, Charlie snatched his hand away. Despite the fear in him, he felt the surge to start writing lyrics again, to put them to music. He wasn’t good at coming up with melodies, but now? Now he felt something in his bones that he needed to get out before it was too late. 

“I…” he trailed off, realizing that telling said muse to fuck off wasn’t really on the tip of his tongue anymore. “Yeah, I’m fine.” He mumbled, moving to pick up his guitar and start plucking away at strings, a clumsy chord turning into a more confident melody, muttering lyrics under his breath to chase inspiration while he still had it. “I… don’t think I will.” He admitted, giving the woman a strange look, knowing that this was a one-time deal. “I like my life in my body, not someone else.” He told her with a frown. “Thanks, I guess?” __

“Thank you, Charlie.” The muse was sated, finally a success. Maybe he would come looking again or maybe he would steer clear. She hoped he would choose the latter because taking another life would be one more red ink stain in that blasted book of hers, the one that held her sins she could never find atonement for. She stood up and flicked a card with her contact on it, at least the ball was in his court. With that she moved to walk toward nothing in particular. She didn't have a direction or purpose in that moment other than to enjoy the sunshine. 

Ashton walked along the grass and trees for the better part of an hour. It was a fair day and she had nothing but time. It was criminal to be given so much time, especially at the cost. Charlie was just one of many who would risk it for fleeting fame. Maybe he was too stupid to heed her initial warning. Perhaps his final farewell promise to never call her was significant. Hopefully he got the message for the smallest price. Ashton could only hope that it was always lingering in his mind.

[ashton-taylor-murphy]

I am sure, strangers do not scare me unless they are hunting me

My name is Ashton, there im not a stranger.

[user sends spotify link]

Stevie Nicks, hell yeah! I can forgive you for the eagles. We must exchange playlists.

[ashton-taylor-murphy]

Sweetheart no, Lucky Charms is a General Mills brand and the actor behind the leprechaun is from Staten Island. I'm Irish but I was born here. My mother was born in Ireland. I wouldn't say it's stinky.

You are the jealous type? I could be that type if I cared to settle down again. No attachments is the way to go, less heartache. [user thinks about one particular human and groans] it hurts to even thinking about trying for that again.

If I thought I deserved to even try to find a mate.

If you needed to ask odds are you already know the ways in which I would fuck around 👀 do you want to find out?

[user giggles because that should piss Regan right off]

I have never been to Ireland because my mom fled in the 1900s because her entire family got targeted by a Warden

My mother was born in Ireland.

I only like Wheaties because im 95

Drinking buddies already. Sure you bone ringer won't get jealous?

I don't deserve it, but im trying to?

I just tend to do a lot of fucking around.

[ashton-taylor-murphy]

Stevie Nicks, hell yeah! I can forgive you for the eagles. We must exchange playlists.

Losing Things by Patty Smyth.

Also she has a sad duet with Don Henley of The Eagles.

You are probably not into those people tho.

What music do you like?

[ashton-taylor-murphy]

I have never been to Ireland because my mom fled in the 1900s because her entire family got targeted by a Warden

My mother was born in Ireland.

I only like Wheaties because im 95

Drinking buddies already. Sure you bone ringer won't get jealous?

I don't deserve it, but im trying to?

I just tend to do a lot of fucking around.

I'm Irish

Did you give her a ring

Fuck you can say it ended badly

My wife is no longer with us.

I wouldn't say I deserve better

Got a long time before I die hopefully

200 years or so

She really like bones that much sounds a little morbid. Makes her more cute doesn't it.

We are going to be great friends!

[ashton-taylor-murphy]

I'm Irish

Did you give her a ring

Fuck you can say it ended badly

My wife is no longer with us.

I wouldn't say I deserve better

Got a long time before I die hopefully

200 years or so

She really like bones that much sounds a little morbid. Makes her more cute doesn't it.

We are going to be great friends!

Claddagh, cool [hmmm] so like the crown and heart and hands?

My ring was a wedding band but I don't wear it on my finger anymore. It's on a chain around my neck along with Margot’s

What's with the bones, im gonna need details if we are gonna be friends.

My bike is red and she doesnt have a name. I only named my horse statue.

Am I your type, babe?