#mainevcnt

Starter for @mainevcnt​ with Neraine

Rows and rows of sparkly, sequined, shiny, colorful, luminescent, lacey, dresses filled the store racks. Sweeping floor-length evening gowns, cute prom dresses with frills and embroidered beads, elegant wedding dresses in pale white, eggshell, and cream. The top 100 indie-rock Spotify list played on the store clerk’s bluetooth stereo from the front desk. The college-age woman lounged in her little wood chair with her feet propped-up on the counter. Dressed in plaid and ripped blue jeans she had her nose in the new best selling YA romance novel, Afternoon Stars. It was a lazy and quiet Tuesday afternoon at the large, sprawling mall in downtown. Nobody but elderly couples and a handful of socialites to rich to wait for weekend. There were three dress boutiques in this mall alone, one of them had to have what Neraine was looking for.

Neraine was systematic as she riffled through each dress, checking for color, texture, weight, size, and design. On the other side of the rack a woman and daughter debated the merits of a dress for homecoming. In the far back corner, a flock of women clucked over how to best coordinate the bridesmaid for a wedding. Shawn meanwhile, hovered at Neraine’s left elbow, well out of place in the shape as the only male. Neraine removed a midnight blue, sequined evening gown with a plunging neckline and girlish frilled sleeves. The color was right, but Neraine estimated the fabric would be too tight around the hips for the choreography she had planned. She also didn’t have near the cleavage to pull off that neckline, and the sequins were a bit tacky. She glanced at Shawn and held it up to him. Designed for a taller woman it’d almost fit him with some clever tailoring.

       “ you  really  think  it’s  sanitary  for  them  to  be  stickin’  their  faces  in  like  that?  not  even  twenty  minutes  ago  i  got  a  peak  at  some  bloke,  soakin’  himself  among  the  apples.  callin’  it  a  natural  bath.  i  saw  balls,  shawnie. ”

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The first aid kit laid open on the kitchen table. Xion riffled through band-aids, ace tape, tubes of Neosporin and Benadryl, the suture kit, ice and heating packs. In the bottom of the box Xion found the bottle of antiseptic. She placed it on the table alongside a roll of bandages, a bowl of water, and her suture kit. Blood stained the white fabric of her shirt sleeve scarlet. A sharp pain ran up her arm. She hooked the leg of the chair with her foot and sat down. Upstairs Xion heard the echo of the TV, the voices of ‘Taker, Kane, and Aeleus, too feint to make out words. The single light above the sink illuminated the dark room. By its glow, as she rolled-up her shirt sleeve, she eyed the damage. 

The lacerations ran down her bicep and tapered along the lines of her forearm. Jagged and unclean, indicative of the claws that’d cut through her. She’d been ‘home’ for only a few minutes and yet left a trail of blood from the back door. She’d clean the tile once she attended to herself. She reached for the washrag in the bowl. Quick, reacting to footsteps on the stairs she glanced-up. Xion lifted an eyebrow as the legs turned into the rest of the man. Tall-ish, blonde, she’d seen him before but only in the arenas-- ‘Taker liked him, a lot. Her attention slipped off him and back to her work. Xion slid the rag down her arm. She rang into the bowl, dripping muddled red and brown. 

✨ @mainevcnt this could’ve been 6 paragraphs but i didn’t wanna be that extra... gfkdjgd

It's okay, Shawn. It's okay. Get wrapped up in his energy, his aura, his feeling. It's expensive and fun and beautiful, all at the same time. Bubbling and glittery, shimmering like a rhinestone held to sunlight. Nothing more beautiful than a five-foot-tall angel dressed up in leather and holographic detailing, cheekbones beaming for the gods. Yes, honey! Virote picked up on Shawn's rhythm, too. Felt like swimming in a pool of moscato. Naked. Tiddies glistening. Prince playing in the background. Very Lovesexy era, very assless chaps but make 'em fashion.

Oh, yes. Virote took notice. That long mane? The chest hair? The way his ass looked in those pants? Shawn had all the cake. Hot cross buns. A whole bakery. Packin’ an entire custard bun factory in them jeans. Like walking into a Pilsbury haven, all that dough to knead. ❝I need you for measurements.❞ And, that's all he said. That's all he needed to say. 

 the  putrid  stench  of  the  county  jail  still  clings  to  his  skin,  embeds  itself  into  the  fabric  of  his  clothes  and  lingers  in  his  senses,  causing  an  unsettling  lurch  in  his  stomach.  it’s  not  an  uncommon  sight  to  see  jimmy,  on  any  given  morning,  strolling  from  the  county  lockup  after  spending  a  night  stuffed  in  a  holding  cell  with  dozens  of  people.  all  piled  in  and  packed  to  the  brink,  awaiting  booking,  bail,  or  the  time  to  pass  until  their  hold  was  up.  he’s  not  even  sure  how  he’d  gotten  into  this  situation.  the  previous  night  was  a  chaotic  blur  of  drugs,  boozing,  and,  oh,  a  faint  memory  of  an  attempt  to  dropkick  one  of  L.A.’s  finest  when  the  pigs  crashed  through  the  door  on  a  noise  complaint.  

“how  you  think?”  he’s  nursing  a  dull  throb  at  his  temples,  shielding  his  gaze  from  glaring  sunlight,  and  avoiding  that  cocksure  grin  shawn  was,  without  a  doubt,  sporting.  somehow,  he’d  managed  to  avoid  a  ride  downtown  and  a  cold  hard  look  at  their  justice  system  at  work.  “how  come  i’m  the  one  always  gettin’  pinched?  i  didn’t  do  nothin’  wrong!”  besides  agitating  a  situation,  attempting  a  hand  at  martial  arts,  and  finding  himself  face  down  against  cold  tile  and  hauled  into  a  squad  car.  

 “ay,  shawnie,”  a  heavy  hand  claps  his  companion  on  the  back ,  though  it’s  more  to  steady  himself  and  keep  the  floor  from  falling  out  beneath  him.  “i  think  it’s  just  about  that  time  when  we  bounce.” @mainevcnt​