#fategambling

“I want you to play something that you like, I want you to impress me with your taste.” 

She didn’t expect any less. In fact, if she were his coach--and she was a few people’s moral coach, in deranged ways--Madame would push him just as hard, if not harsher, to over-do his own limits. “You need good lungs and stamina for concerts. It’s... not advised to over exert yourself all the time, indeed, but with no pain there is no gain.

luv me

Non sexual acts of dominance / Accepting

[ lit ] your muse lighting a cigarette , spliff , etc. for mine .

Although  normally she was not taken aback by people lighting her cigarettes--actually, she was the one to order others to do it for her--in this ocassion, Madame’s eyes opened wide, looking at the long fingers helping with her smoke. Madame noticed that Stuart had a peculiar pinkish skintone, in addition to a couple of wrinkels in his hands. Interesting man.

[My boy :’) ]

“Oh no. No, no, no, no, no. Carry on. I am the one invading your space just like this.” Her arms were raised, not pleading help or showing defeat, but letting him know that she meant no harm, really.

“You look like you need to get some things out, and I am not in a rush to leave this garbage island.

Phase 3: Plastic beach

“If I have to be honest...” She stated, curling her fingers into small fists, shrugging; fidgeting with her nails. “If I have to be honest, I need to get out of here... Without Murdoc seeing me.

Phase 4: Humanz

Her eyelids rested over tired eyes, glancing over the frontman of Gorillaz, opening up to a rather personal statement.