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dorian couldn't remember the last time that he'd been this happy; and truthfully, it had everything to do with the fact that he had been staying in the same paris that basil existed in for almost three months now. ever since he'd seen him there, he just couldn't bring himself to go back to the states besides to get everything out of his studio and make paris his new quote unquote 'base of operations' — which had been surprisingly pleasant besides the obvious, considering that rose (his assistant) had also agreed to make the move to paris as well. so that meant he got to see his god-daughter, too. and what could be better than having all of the people you love all gathered in the same place?

it was unfortunate that reality often came crashing upon people at the most inopportune times, and this would certainly be considered just that. dorian hadn't slept in three days, which was something that was quickly becoming dangerous, but its not as if he had kept himself up of his own volition. the designer had been afflicted with a manic episode for the entirety of it. and it left him feeling like he had so much energy, he would tremble and jerk at night the whole time while trying to get to sleep. dorian also had the misfortune of seemingly seeing specters or things that weren't actually there at every corner, and my god... there was even a time where he swore it felt like there were ants crawling all over him, but that wasn't true. that wasn't true at all. dorian didn't want to admit it even at that point, but he thought he might need help.

but lord only knows that he would probably spook the hell out of poor basil, who was supposed to be here any minute now as they wanted to 'hang out' today, if he told him what was happening. dorian couldn't continue like this, though. he felt like he was losing his mind... especially when he began to wonder whether he was actually awake at the moment or whether the last two or so months had been a dream, because basil couldn't be alive. he must've been a figment of his imagination or something. yeah, dorian thought, he was confused and this led to him pulling on his hair harshly as he paced the floor whilst trying to think about this. that was when he heard a knock at his door, and he made his best attempt at wiping away any remnants of the frustrated, scared tears that had ran down his cheeks as he thought about basil now.

although it was just a month later, barton could've sworn that you told him his remaining time in the treatment center in metropolis lasted a lifetime, and he would've believed you. he was just so eager to return home after being promised everything he had ever wanted. a simple but good life with the woman he loved, who had been kind enough to take him back once again. though this would be the last time he messed up this tremendously — which was something that barton had been repeating in his head over and over as he left the treatment center with winslow, his adoptive father.

he had agreed to help kat move back in with him then. and over the course of the next few days, after returning to gotham, barton's father had certainly made due on his promise. he honestly felt like all the work that his dad had done for him couldn't be repaid in a way now. but barton would still try to find a way to do so, considering that he had given winslow the first hug he'd been given by his son in a while. with that, his father wished them both luck and playfully told barton to 'stay out of trouble' before leaving. but he knew that there was also a bit of an undertone of seriousness to winslow's voice because trouble tended to follow barton wherever he went.

it was kind of weird, but also comforting that the worst issue that blamore had had in a while was today, whenever it simply couldn't pick out what it should wear while going out bowling with harley — because it didn't want to dress in anything too showy, but it also didn't want to cover his whole body up and have his movement restricted... so you get the issue here whenever this was the same creature who had at least five overcoats in varying colors to 'cover up' in its closet alone? it could only sigh as it had narrowed things down to two options for their bowling date, a blue velvet jumpsuit and a long, almost shirt-like orange dress that it thought would be simple enough to wear to a bowling date with some boots. blamore spent the next ten minutes debating between the two before deciding to just ask harley what she liked more then.

with a slightly frustrated groan, it said this (not in a tone that it was frustrated at harley, but frustrated at itself), ❝ hey, harley! could you come in here for a second? i'm trying to decide between these two outfits for our date, but can't do it alone, so i need your expertise. ❞ blamore put the orange dress back up against his body once more to inspect how he might hypothetically look in the mirror with it on, trying to do various poses to figure out whether it really did look flattering or the mirror was just fooling him into thinking that. it was only once harley was in the room that blamore began to explain himself, ❝ okay, so i was thinking, the jumpsuit might suit something like a rollerskating date or something like that more than this dress. because its kind of retro, but it still gives me the vibes of being 'in' right now. ❞

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amaris knew that being allowed to do something like this to a sub, even if their relationship was purely professional, was something to be cherished - because mox wouldn't be letting the mantis even get this close to him if he didn't think that he could trust her. and it was him who really had all the power here. but by this, i of course mean putting a collar on the other, who was currently sitting on his knees so nicely in front of amaris. it almost made the mantis want to let out a soft 'aww' as the other was being kind of adorable, but instead, she stroked his cheek gently with a hand only to stop whenever she reached his jawline. by now, it did seem like mox was perhaps in complete subspace. so she had taken on the role of the caregiver in this situation and the way she stood in front of him not frighteningly, but still authoritatively, which was indicative of this.

amaris didn't waste any time with securing the collar she held in her right hand around mox's neck then and smiled at the way that it looked on this good little puppy of hers. the material that made up the back part of the collar itself was soft, being made of silk, and the front part of it was made up of a thick chain that had a lock on it meant to make it so that the collar would stay on mox until she said so. but gosh, did he look so pretty in it, and amaris supposed that was kind of the point whenever she chose this specific one out for him. it was supposed to exemplify how the mantis wanted to pamper him, with the way the gold in it glimmered with luxury in the light, and the softness of it did reinforce that she was a soft domme to mox (usually). plus, amaris just-so-happened to think that gold would be look really good on mox, and what do you know? she was right.

amaris made sure that the collar was tight, but not too tight afterward by making sure she could fit one finger between it and his skin, humming in approval once she saw that was the case. she wore a red bodysuit that day in an attempt to wear something a bit more comfortable, but also something that would allow her to feel confident and sexy whilst in front of mox as she crouched down to his level. amaris took her hands and slid them down the other's chest next, being sure to brush her fingers up against the cold gold chain around his neck as she did so, her head tilting. ❝ oh, pup... you look so good in your new collar. i can't wait to make you see stars today. ❞ she wrapped her raptors around his waist before easing him down on the carpeted floor and licking her lips, only to straddle him whilst she made a show of seductively easing her body chest-to-chest with mox's.

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it was with some hesitance that anastasiy went to a new gym that day, since he got some kind of unfortunate news about his usual one, and that was that the owners of the gym were going on an extended vacation — meaning no one would be there to open the place or close it, so it'd be closed for the entire time that they were away. but hey... things happen and they worked hard, so ana wasn't holding it against the owners of his usual gym. he just wished that he knew a little bit more about the one he was going to beyond what he'd read on google. it seemed to be pretty nice upon entering through the front door, though, so knowing that was a good start.

he had come with some blue hand-wraps to put on and after checking in at the front desk (another good thing is that the people here seemed nice enough), he was allowed to come to the areas where the actual bags were and where people were allowed to spar. now anastasiy didn't come there with the intention of sparring that day, but after practicing his kick-boxing on a heavy bag, he noticed that there was a man not too far away from him that excitedly proclaimed that 'i told you not to do that last pivot, as it left you open for a counter move.' it was all in good fun, however, as it seemed but that was not the only person this man had beaten.

there were two other people he was with, one woman and another guy, who he guessed had gone up against him by how physically tired they looked sitting by the ring. anastasiy had to admit then... this caught his interest as he approached the ring, talking to the woman who had fought with the man (mox, she said his name was) and said that he was one hell of a wrestler. and ana couldn't have been even more interested about mox upon hearing that if he tried. so he asked her whether she thought a kick-boxer might have a chance against him, and that is when mox cut in to asking him 'why don't you find out for yourself?' anastasiy blinked in surprise at first at the abruptness of it, but chuckled right after and rubbed at the back of his neck.

❝ well, i suppose they do say that the only way you'll really know if you'll succeed at something is if you just so it — but i saw you using some rather advanced moves on your guy friend over here. for example, there was this one insane grapple you put him in that was like... ❞ ana tried to describe it by gesturing, but it didn't work so well that way, so he only let out another chuckle and smiled nervously at mox. ❝ ahh, i don't know. i would just need to know before i get up there to spar, are we holding back at all or not? ❞ the russian was being slightly joke-y about that, but also slightly serious as he re-pressed on some of the wrap around his pinky finger whilst standing outside of the ring.