{ANGST STARTERS-⚱: my muse’s reaction to waking up to your muse, beaten by mine, but my muse has no recollection of the night before} ((Okay the first thing that came to mind was werewolf!Newt ??? But it doesn’t have to be.))
Newt gave a low yet quiet groan as he put a hand to his pounding head. Nothing was comprehending other than the fact that he was in pain and he exhausted and he couldn’t really see just yet. He felt himself push up off the icy, hard ground beneath him and lifted up onto his hands and knees. His vision very slowly but surely began clearing and he shook his head in attempt to help it. But then he heard it. Maren in pain. He quickly looked to the source to see his girlfriend on the ground as well, beaten and battered with bruises and cuts all over. Panic and concern flooded his chest and he ignored all of his pain, “M-Maren..!” He exclaimed and fumbled a bit but reached for her, “What happened? Where are we?” He asked, his memory no where in his reach.
The blond looked at her worriedly, “…I know that’s going to be hard…” He said softly, “I’ll be right by you the whole time okay? I know you’re nervous and you have every right to be. But you can’t automatically expect the worst you know. I’ll make them leave if they do anything out of proportion.”
Maren took a deep breath. “They haven’t called in years, Newt. It’ll be weird and awkward…I don’t know if I can face them…” she whispered, looking down at her lap
“How did they even get invited to your birthday if they haven’t called in years then?” He felt like he knew the answer but forgot.
“They know my birthday, chances are they know my location because of Facebook…” she trailed off and sighed, leaning back in her seat. “Newt I’m getting really bad anxiety for it.”
“Let’s get home and try to get you to relax then.” He said with a bit of sorry, “We’re almost there.”
she nodded and sighed, taking his hand gently. "I love you so much." she said softly
