#monstricidal

alana tells her, earnest blue eyes meeting with the other’s. often times, alana will speak out of line and KNOWS that she will be ruffling feathers, or knows that she shouldn’t be doing it. this was K I ND  O F one of those times as well, but she believed that it was important to advocate for stark as much as she could----------------because lord knows she is the W O R S T   advocate for herself. for someone that was entirely self absorbed she wasn’t very good at selling herself in a positive way.

E S P E C I A L L Y  when she did something wrong.

‘ i am not taking her side---------------------B E L I E V E    M E. ’ alana says to her  ‘ i scold her OFTEN  for the way she treats you, and i tell her that she needs to stop taking advantage of you, because even the BEST of people have a breaking point, and i know, from the depths of my heart that she doesn’t want to push you to that point, but she might do it by accident if i don’t intervene. ’

alana really does hope that she’s not overstepping any boundaries; but then again, overstepping boundaries was what she did best. ‘ she’s not very good at advocating for herself; i knew if i didn’t get to you first, she would make an even bigger mess of this situation. ’

Max, innocent of whatever is about to occur, is still in his own finery. It’s a charming red suit with a black vest beneath, oxfords discarded aside, vest at least partially unbuttoned. Evidently there was some alert to some (incredibly nerdy) article to an app he’s literally paid monthly for full subscriptions to, which means for the past ten minutes as Trish peels away the layers of Trish, he waits patiently until, like a robot, he’s touched and brought out of stasis. The stasis where she’s reading about a thousand jumbled words about neurochemistry that she barely understands but has been taking screenshots and making highlights and underlining words.

“Of course I can.”

Black socks thud only briefly on the floor. Hair’s been undone from its elegant little coil and is now just that lazy wave of dark over a shoulder, thick and easy. There’s a kiss pressed to the back of a neck, hair collected aside just to do it, adoring and left there on standing tiptoe.

Fingertips to a pull tab. He’s always so careful— all of this is so ornamental, so artful. And he looks like 2/3 of his own state of undress, to begin with. Inelegant and somehow handsome at one.

Pauses. For effect. To be annoying. And oh-so-Max.

“I mean I can, but is that the word you’re really trying to ask?” Professor Bloom, agonizing. There’s a tiny grin on a mouth when it presses to a bare shoulder, scar tissue and all, and it’s playful. Cheerful. Warm and happy.

Trish is, as usual, much less charming than Alana at all things and at all times, especially when there’s no camera or audience around. 

He teases her in such a sweet and gentlemanly and Alana way, but Trish is impatient at best, and she can’t help but huff gently, cutting hazel eyes to find Max over her shoulder in the mirror. It’s not a rude tone, but it’s just that brusque, direct way she has sometimes.

“If getting me naked is going to require proper grammar, Dr. Bloom, we’re both going to be so much more disappointed than I’d planned for tonight.”

( Possibly. Sometimes she can stick to her bratty guns and deprive Max just to prove a point, but usually she caves because what she wants is usually more important than sticking it to Max. And she likes when he fucks her better than when she fucks herself.

That’s saying something, honestly. )

it   just   is.

     happy  birthday  to  the  lovely  @monstricidal​!  kat  is  a  constant  inspiration  and  confidant  of  mine,  and  she  deserves  every  ounce  of  good  the  world  has  to  offer.  

    also  a  bonus  header,  should  you  ever  need  one:  

Is this like the time we found an ivory dildo in my drawer downstairs

                                                      " Well. If it isn't you. ” 

      Leg drawn slowly across the other and smile beatific in its near insincerity - Jareth watched the all-too familiar gait of a woman come into view. He maintained an mask of indifference, though the strange tightness in his chest unfurled in increments. Perhaps it was seeing his delightful human again after so long that did it. 

                    His human. A novel concept with a ring to it he couldn’t quite hate.