Author’s Notes: Simply because my muses amuse me. And also because they have big egos. Well, some of them anyway. There isn’t anything in here other than silliness, unless you’re looking for cryptic clues and sublimal messages, and if you are, I hope you find what you’re looking for. If anyone else wants to read it for just plain fun and stupidity… Welcome from my muses.

And yes. This kind of thing happens on a daily basis. Hourly. Minute-ly. I think you get the idea. Enjoy XD

“You know,” he told me nonchalantly, “I can’t imagine why you just don’t let us fuck. Everyone wants us to. Look at the reviews!!”

“Karo’s right,” his silver haired partner put in, grinning at me. “And you can’t deny them for too long.”

I sigh and lean back in my chair, rubbing the bridge of my nose with fingers that pinch too tightly to be soothing. “Damn. Would you give it a rest, you two?” I reply. “I have enough on my plate already, and you know I don’t write lemons or smut.”

Sully snorts. “You read it well enough.”

I glare at the blonde. “Don’t you start, or I can make you break up a lot quicker than we had planned.”

Sully shrugs and smiles innocently, going back to smoothing back hair on Kael’s forehead. “Hey, I’m not the one complaining.”

“No,” Kael chides him reprovingly, lifting his head from Sully’s lap. “But if you keep pushing her –“

“You’ll end up like us,” chorus Arical and Devika from the other side of the room, where they’re currently having a Sudden Death match with an army of worms.

Skylar snorts and flops down in the sole unoccupied armchair of the room. “You’re just jealous,” he tells the twins imperiously.

“Damn right we are,” Cal snaps back. “She’s so occupied with your stupid story, she doesn’t care about ours anymore.” He glances at me when he says it and swears again. “Shit, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to make you cry.”

“I’m not crying,” I tell him haughtily and sniff, turning back to my computer to stare at the blank page and blinking cursor.

There is the usual quiet for a few more minutes, which includes, as it generally does, the sounds of Sully and Kael making out, the two younger twins playing games in a riot of threats and exclamations, and almost hysterical laughter from the older twins, caused by Chad tickling Darryl for a moment too long.

There is also a vast shortage of people in the room, which isn’t all that big anyway, and for once I am glad. I don’t have to put up with Mikah’s silence, or Katherine’s insanity for a while, which, however much I love them, does get tiring eventually.

On the other side of the computer sit two young men of similar colouring, but that is about all that is similar. The younger one looks sullen and annoyed, and the older one, although he doesn’t look much older, has a mocking smile on his face.

I glare across at them. “Are you happy now?”

“Quite,” Joaquin says in that soft voice of his. “We are very happy that you chose to put us in a story.”

I snarl at him as Alex laughs, a somewhat rare sound for the younger boy.

Karolek pats Joaquin on the shoulder lightly, ignoring the way the vampire tenses slightly. “I taught him exactly how to annoy you enough so you’d give in.”

“Oh,” I say slowly, and raise my eyebrows at him. “So it’s all your fault, is it?”

Sully looks up from Kael’s neck. “You’d better start running now, Karo. I know that voice. It’s the voice that promises a lot of pain and angst to come.”

Teague blinks at the blonde in fascination. “So why aren’t you angsting yet?”

Sully smirks and Kael smiles up at him adoringly. “Kael hasn’t done anything to annoy her yet, so she wants him happy for a while.”

“Ah,” Teague replies. “Does that happen often?”

Devika snorts from the game. “Not likely.”

Skylar blinks across at the younger boy. “You aren’t angsting at all.”

Devika merely stares at him.

“Ugh,” mutters Skylar. “Another Mikah. Just what we need.”

I grin at him, forgetting to scowl across the desk at the two newest characters. “If you’d like, I can always set you up with Mathew. It might be interesting to have a bit of shota in the story…” I break off, thinking.

“I’d object to that,” says another rather soft voice from the doorway.

Katherine bounces in past the brunette and leans over my shoulder to stare at the still blank page. “You haven’t written anything?”

“No,” I say sulkily.

She merely grins at me. “I don’t blame you. What with all the gorgeous guys in here, half of which are making out… It must be tough.”

I turn to her, smirking. “Oh, it is! You have no idea of how hard it is being me!” I sniff dramatically, only to find her across the room urging Mikah to copy Sully and Kael and kiss Skylar.

He’s refusing quietly, but with an increasing blush that shows she is succeeding, and I grin, leaning back in my chair and drumming my fingers on the desk.

“Oh, Mikah… I have a question for you.”

He looks up from Katherine’s grinning countenance and blinks at me, plainly disconcerted.

I continue to grin at him blandly. “How would you feel about a threesome with you and Skylar and Mathew?”

The brunette chokes on the air he gasped in, and Karolek’s laughter peals out throughout the room.

“Nice one,” he grins at me, and holds out a hand.

I stare at it blankly. “There’s blood on your hand.”

He blinks down at it for a moment, then hides it behind his back with a small, sheepish smile. “Oops?”

“Teague!” I exclaim shooting up from my chair. “What the hell were you doing? You’re supposed to stop his bloodlust, not encourage or ignore it!”

Teague winces and hides behind Kael, who calmly shifts over to sit in Sully’s lap.

“It wasn’t my fault,” the angel whines, shooting a dark look at his ex-shield. “Besides, he got it from Kylan, and you know that boy doesn’t mind in the least!”

I pause. That, unfortunately, is the truth. Stupid murderer. I’m willing to bet he even encouraged Karolek to hurt him. I sigh. “How badly did you hurt him?” I ask the still sheepish demon.

Karolek shrugs. “Only as much as he wanted me to.”

I roll my eyes. “That could mean blood loss to the point of death, Karo, and you know it. Where did you cut him at least?”

Karolek looks away and mumbles something.

“What?” I persist, and when he refuses to answer, I turn to Teague.

The angel blushes. “Uh… His… um… groin…” The last word comes out barely audible, but there’s a sudden hush in the room.

“Dude!” Skylar recovers first. “That’s just sick!”

I smile grimly at the pale haired boy. “Now do you know why I keep you away from most of the official world original characters?”

Skylar nods his head vigorously and my smile grows. He’s been pestering me for months to let him meet the Heralds and their Companions.

“Does it turn him on?” Sully asks slowly, his thoughts plainly occupied.

“Yea,” I reply absently, turning back to Karolek. “Brynn wasn’t happy, was he.”

“H-hell no,” Teague puts in, moving in front of the demon. “But leave him alone. It is my fault.”

“That’s right,” I reply sweetly, and sit down again.

Teague stares at me in dismay. “Eh?”

“And because it’s your fault,” I tell him, beginning to type carefully, “I’ll delay the events that lead you to being fucked over royally.”

“What?” Karolek exclaims. “Now hold on just a minute here!”

I lift an eyebrow at him, and he backs away slightly. “Why?” he asks instead.

I shrug and smile evilly. “Because I can.”

“You know,” Joaquin puts in, still talking quietly. “That’s really cruel. I applaud you.”

I grin and incline my head. “Thank you.”

Alex regards me carefully from next to the vampire. “I don’t want to get on your bad side.”

“Too bad,” I tell him calmly. “You were on my bad side the minute you wouldn’t let up.”

Skylar sniggers. “Tough luck, Al.”

I ignore him and continue typing carefully, thinking about the words before I put them down. There’s a tense silence from the other side of the desk.

Then Alex speaks up hesitantly. “Uh… What are you going to do?”

I blink up at him. “Well, nothing yet,” I tell him. “After all, your first chapter was quite long, so I’m thinking of forgiving you for the moment.”

There’s a short pause.

“Are you willing to forgive me?” Karolek speaks softly.

I merely stare at him. “No.”

“Why not?” he asks calmly.  “I haven’t done anything too wrong…”

“Yes, you have, and your last chapter was shorter than usual, so I am sorry, but you’ll have to wait.”

“You’re not sorry,” mutters Teague. “You’re enjoying every minute.”

I grin at him and stick out my tongue. “Yes, I am. Unresolved tension adds anticipation so just think how great it will be when you finally do get taken.”

Skylar regards me curiously from behind Mikah, who is currently looking pained and is trying to ignore Katherine, who is poking him continuously. “What about us?” he eventually asks. Mikah turns his head towards me pleadingly. Katherine doesn’t stop poking.

“Katherine, leave the boy alone. He’s not going to make out until you let him think he’s alone with Skylar.” From the couch, Sully sniggers. I continue, ignoring the blonde. “Mikah, shut up and kiss Skylar.”

“I didn’t say anything,” Mikah protests quietly. Skylar’s grip tightens visibly and Mikah looks over his shoulder with an eloquent glare.

“And Skylar, you’ve already kissed him. What more do you want?”

“I want to kiss him again!”

“Unfortunately,” I muse, “that isn’t possible without reusing that scene. Think up another one, and I’ll think about it.”

Skylar grunts sullenly and starts kissing Mikah’s neck. Mikah squirms away with another glare, although this one is much softened.

I turn away from them to face the computer. “All right you lot, you need to clear out now.”

There is a short pause. Then laughter from the blonde on the couch. “Are you trying to sound important again?”

I stare at him silently.

Sully’s smirk falters and fades, and Kael very carefully, very slowly, and very obviously gets off of his lap to go stand over by the older twins, who are whispering quietly to each other.

I don’t know what they’re saying, and I’m not really enthusiastic to find out. I keep my attention fixed on Sully.

He begins to apologise, but I interrupt him, bursting into laughter that stuns the rest of the muses for a few short minutes until I stop and grin at him. “That was priceless,” I tell him, still half laughing. “Since your face was worth a picture or two, I’ll let you off with a simple job.”

“What?” he asks, half suspiciously.

I wave the other muses out before I answer him; most of them leaving while talking to each other loudly. I overhear a party plan mentioned by Skylar and Chad, but am not in the mood to forbid it yet. They haven’t had a party in 32 hours, it’ll do them good. I remind myself to take some Tylenol before they can start up with their music. I pray they don’t invite the officials. If the Marauders get wind of this, my head will never be the same again. Then again, they hold a party every 24 hours, so it’s a regular occurrence anyway.

Sully’s staring at me as I zone out, and Kael’s lingering by the door, eyeing the carpet, his frown thoughtful and distant.

“Now,” I say to Sully, dropping out of my reverie, “I want you to paint Kael for me.”

Sully looks blank for a minute, then lifts and eyebrow and sneers at me. “You also want that petals painting? Fuck, you women are lecherous. I thought men were supposed to be bad, but you girls are ridiculous.”

I lift my eyebrow at him.

Sully shuts up.

“Watch it,” I warn him quietly. “I’m quite capable of making Kael have a jealousy fit in the next few chapters.”

Sully’s eyes narrow, but he stays silent.

“And I wasn’t talking about that petals painting. I want a good, detailed painting of Kael on his back, his face turned towards you, and his hand next to his face. It only has to go down to his collarbone, although you can do the rest of the chest if you want. And you need to do it in your spare time.”

Sully’s beginning to look almost enthusiastic. “Do you want him shirtless?”

I glance across at the younger boy. He’s watching us now intently, his face lightly flushed and his eyebrows furrowed. I smile at him but address Sully. “Yeah, keep him shirtless. When you’re done with the sketch, you can go join the party, but no more parties for you after that until you’re done the painting. And it has to be perfect.”

The blonde waves that away, and walks quickly to the door, grabbing Kael’s wrist and dragging him out before the younger boy can say anything.

I turn back to my computer and grin at the screen, before pressing backspace, deleting all that I’ve written. Because he isn’t usually receptive to touches, even out of fic, I can call up writer’s privileges and make him more approachable. Now that Mikah is in the mood, it’s all up to Skylar.

I have no doubt that the enterprising young man will do just fine.

And better yet… It will delay the party, and thus the headache, for a little while longer.