SCORPION

@getcrvnched

“We don’t have history, per se, but the man deserves a little more credit for the shit we put the tech department through. Imagine all of us being forced inside. Operations resume as usual, here, but now we’ve got data being used up exponentially. Want a secret about him? Get the man more coffee and make it a little more special than the shit we can pour from the canteen and you can still get the man a massage when we’re able to leave. Other than that, the man is a gem. Glad he’s on our side.” 

@madeofobsidian​

A soft stream of light stirred him from the oddly satisfying bout of sleep. Classes continued as expected but there were a few delays with constant updates rolling through. He sighs, letting fingers come to life before he actually took in the room around him. Satin sheets. A cool blanket and a warm body next to him. He could make out the ridges of muscles. The size and shape would indicate abs. Maybe even obliques. But the particulars weren’t his immediate interest. His awareness drew to the soft skin beneath his hand and soon his face- forehead more precise, was in contact with a shoulder. Eyes obscured by the swell of muscle. Soon, they’d drift. Detailing the man’s beautiful richness in skin in comparison to his lightly-kissed hue. He was careful not to stir too much but when his eyes rise to meet Jeremiah’s, he inhaled as softly as possible. Without even a peep, he admired the warmer tones to his scent. Clean and refined, yet natural. He picked the pheromones apart and he found them intoxicating. Lovely. Not even on his worst day would he have woken him up with the delicate movements. Just as he sat up, he felt more air rush against bare skin and when eyes drift low enough, he was thankful he was in some sort of underwear- if you could call the bikini cut brief a garment. 

THE JUNGLE BOOK | Is your muse happy living off of the bare necessities, or do they need more in life? 

BEAUTY AND THE BEAST | How has your muse changed as a person over their life? Have they changed for the better or for worse?

Morgan wasn’t going to answer. Instead, he just continued to flip through the pages of a magazine. He pretended not to be listening and as if he were interested in the contents of the articles while staring directly up at them. 

THE LION KING | Is your muse prepared for the responsibilities laid out for them in life?

Danilo’s confidence was able to shine in it’s most pure form as it wasn’t inhibited by over analyzation of a situation. He usually spoke the first thing that came in his mind, and although his wording at times comes out as less-than-refined, it was genuine. And it showed with the conversation that he was having with Morgan, clearly working against the young man. The mentor was somewhat intimidating to the young man, and he sort of had a need to impress the older gentleman. There was a visible pattern with the boy’s behavior. In a defying tone, Dani moved to the edge of his seat and leaned in. “Guess what, I did want to just see you? Do you also want to say that you’re a hot piece of ass and how that was a contributing factor?” Dani probed, a smug grin on his lips as he spoke. He slowly placed his elbow on the man’s desk and propped his chin on his open palm, the smirk still remaining “You say this like I wouldn’t be able to handle you. Don’t underestimate me.”

Morgan glares across the desk as if it weren’t even there. To him, it was just a barrier to keeping the younger cub at bay. It was also an object to protect him is that the other wasn’t completely there. He remained seated and didn’t even budge. Morgan was silent even if he were trying to lure a response. He didn’t even flinch. He waited. He gave him the floor and let him slowly reveal his spread. The moment he presented his hand, Morgan struck. “Don’t underestimate you? As opposed to overestimation?” Morgan’s chortle was low, no higher than his speaking voice. He leans on the armrest of his desk chair. “What makes you any different than the boys who’ve drooled only to be met by the thrash of my bao staff and ran away? The moment I raise my voice, you’ll probably run.” Morgan stares him square in the eyes.  “Everything is predictable. Ah, ah! Everything you say I’ve seen and heard. You aren’t as present as most of the others but its all essentially this and that. No element of surprise. I’m not convinced.” Morgan huffs out a snort. “But I’m glad you’re being more open and honest. I still think a different man is your speed than me.” He shifts, opening his book again to see just how Dani would pull his attention from the book as he was curious about what distinguishing features or actions he possessed. “Well, you’ve seen me now. Is there anything I can help you with?” He peeks up at him before tracing the line of text to his previous point of interest. 

“What if I am?” He asked back. He was wearing a smirk to enhance his smartass response. Didn’t last long however as he rolled his eyes when he expressed himself the way he did. It sounded so pretentious to him. “I do, except not everybody has a stick up on them.”

“You don’t know me so let’s not start acting like you’ve shared more than two words with me prior.” Morgan was obviously done talking at this point. “Let’s go back to the part when you assumed I needed, and I’ll emphasize needed, to excel in comedic relief to please you as if I owe you something. The delusion. Let me go find something to really intrigue me than this.”