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Is it love if you break, bend and bruise but still cannot let it go – a playlist for those who don't know to live without their hands around each other's throat featuring Melissa (@stingslikeabee) and Handsome Jack (@hyperionhero)

The face one makes when your enemy shows up. "What do you want? "

❛ Do ya ever smile,Jack ? Why're ya called handsome Jack if nobody sees those pearly whites ? ❜Oh,she’s just asking for it. She’s asking for a roast from this guy,and the shit eating grin says it all,all the while a cigarette dangles between pouty,full plump lips. She isn’t taking the remark back as she inhales and exhales through her nose,observing him - waiting for a reaction she isn’t sure she’ll get. He’s a tough crowd,but she’ll bite.  

 ❛  I mean,you got a nice face,obviously. But I’ve never seen you smile. Not once. What’s the deal with that,man ? ❜

suggestive dialogue + action / accepting

she slips so easily into his embrace , her arms circling around his torso as she settles into his lap . the eridium was settling into her system , causing a pleasant buzz to radiate in her mind . ❛ you feel warmer . ❜ she murmured as her body curled further into his , her head resting just below his shoulder . the siren markings that adorn most of her body seem to shift , a soft purple glow beginning to emit from them . warmth and power she's not felt before flow through her veins , and her eyes widen slightly .

[ from tell me I'm pretty prompts . accepting ]

Melissa had not heard anything from the meeting that was supposed to be going at Jack's office for the past hour - which was a sign that she had long learned to recognize as trouble. Anywhere else in the galaxy, that would be an indication of successful negotiations - but when one dealt with someone as... Unique as Hyperion's CEO, things could take a turn in the blink of an eye.

And just as she thought of that, the man himself came strolling through her door, skipping any social protocol such as knocking or even checking if she happened to be alone. Melissa's tablet was lowered with a sigh, her honeyed eyes abandoning written word for the face of her boss with a mix of resignation, annoyance and a high dose of skepticism.

"Mel, my darling!" his voice was cheerful, pairing nicely with his grand gestures - arms were raised above his head in a dignified pose, as if he hadn't seen in forever (rather than 3 hours ago during lunch), "I cannot believe you're still working - what a tragedy, truly," he carried on, approaching her desk and placing himself right behind the chair, purposefully playing with the dark tresses pinned up and causing them to come undone, "Let your hair down, let's unwind. You've worked enough for today."

"Jack," Melissa exhaled, eyes closing for a second and predicting that conversation was not as innocent and cute as it sounded; nothing ever was where the CEO was concerned, particularly with her work hours. The communications officer was a bit of a workaholic, sure, but much of her trouble stemmed from the flamboyant figure curling her hair with idle digits before letting go.

"Why are you trying to make me leave?" the woman turned her chair around, causing Jack to move to the side and take the edge of her desk for him (a fair response to it - Melissa enjoyed perching herself on his workplace, too). The CEO began to talk about her well-being, the routine of the employees he cared for the most (a lie - not particularly in case of Melissa) and how he aimed to make Helios a good environment for current and future generations - a pointed look to the woman's noticeable belly was the final assertive gesture.

"What did you do this time?" Melissa sighed, louder at the second time. Ignoring her boss and husband's pleas came easily enough, reaching for the remote control of the blinds to her office before Jack could do it - an advantage of how carefully he moved around her since Aurora's presence had grown to be undeniable.

A press of the button and there it was - the foot of someone floating aimlessly outside, encased in a very expensive shoe and which suspiciously looked like the same one their visitor had been wearing. Melissa knew she shouldn't have let anyone alone with the CEO when they came equipped with clipboards, checklists and threatening to impose fines, but their (rude) guest insisted.

"Darling, have you learned nothing from the anger management booklets I sent you?" the brunette asked, turning around in her chair to gaze at Jack instead - and earning a toothy grin in response, combined with a graceful bow of his towering figure to place a kiss over her forehead, sweet and caring (despite his glaring murderous side).

deadly animals. | @hyperionhero

the system of manufacturing names is becoming gradually familiar to the winter soldier. in fact, it's ability to identify has sharpened so considerably that it need not find a particular operandi shared among weapon lines, or allocate an engraving of trademark; a glance at a gun, passing it around it's hands, was enough. tediore. vladof. torgue. maliwan. dahl. atlas. jakobs. s&s. each brand had it's own tells, signatures that easily belied it's creator.

crouching before blackened ruin, the winter soldier brushes their natal hand across an eroded sheaf of metal, finding the vertices jagged and still warm. smoke accosts them even through their protective gear, their filtration mask leaving the acrid taste a dredge in their mouth. it trades it's delicate inspection for a heavier hand, prosthetic grip easily peeling back the crumpled remains.

it's easy, then, to pass the empty shells into reach with the heel of their boot, procured then by hand. the weighty steel loudly thuds into the scorched earth when the soldier retreats to full height, turning the empty shell around in their palm. finally, they find the radio transmitter affixed at their lobe, tapping into their comms line. a direct line to jack when not at his side was an absolute necessity, he'd said. the soldier did not question it's orders.

' reporting allocation of the site, sir. ' they inform, quick to follow, ' it's totaled. evidence points toward obliteration by torgue weaponry. ' the soldier toes a steel boot at a charred scrap as they silently listen to the resulting frustration roaring over the line. they know jack well enough by now to know when it was directed at them (so very rarely; they were such a valued asset) versus a generalized expulsion of anger, like letting off steam. i have to be careful, i'm prone to jumping to conclusions, jack drawls, perhaps through gritted teeth, dripping sarcasm. they give him a moment.