An iced sugar rose. Vaguely familiar like strains of a melody you just can't place. You're sure you've seen Tabitha before, sure you know another girl with the same blood stained brown eyes, same auburn hair. But you can't, can you? An image of a newspaper flashes in your mind. A red bandana. A loud street and a boy with eerily blue eyes. They all seem to tie in with Tabitha but you can't remember how. I mean there couldn't possibly be some other girl, some shade, just like Tabi. Could there?

muses
jack!muse jack sparrow muse to be acurate. he actually works for me and he's such a dear.
angel!muse the brood boy i don't love as much as i should. he makes sure i spell check.
spike!muse bumbling but lovable. spike is the one who makes the weirder bits of my writing
conner!muse made soley for me to swoon all over conner is devoted and intense
will!muse poor william turner is deeply abused by me. i don't give him even the little love i give angel and yet he works dilligently making the swords with which i stab mary-sues.
as you can see. the newsies don't want to be my muses.