New year, new Jake video. It's a sickness, I can't help it.

Song: Figure You Out - Voilà

Nothing says 'healthy marriage' quite like chemical subjugation <3 raph x arranged wifey estella

Thwack. A peach hit him in the head. A vein pulsed visibly in his forehead. A nose scrunched. With a painful grunt, he grabbed the fruit to look at the generous bite she’d made in the flesh.

“Such violent affections” he scorned “and here I thought we were working on your table manners.”

The devil brought the peach to his nose. Sickly sweet, barely masking the chemical tang he had injected into its fibres. As she swayed in the doorway, toxins rendering her limbs numb but not robbing her of consciousness (much), Raphael looked up at her with endless, insufferable amusement.

“I see you found my little offering.” He stood, setting the fruit aflame with a spell, making it vanish in a burst of hellfire.

But oh, the delight of gravity’s inevitable grasp. . .

He moved with uncanny timing, as if he could distinguish precisely which phase of the stupor she entered. Raphael caught her just before she hit the rug, scooping her up into his arms.

“There we are” A domesticated wildcat (as his dear wife was) wouldn’t bite. His tail twitched side to side gleefully. “Into my arms, my dear. Where you belong.”

The oil he’d laced the fruit with was a particular favourite of his. It didn’t just steal strength; it whispered to the mind. It made the sound of his voice feel like a warm hearth in winter

He walked her back to the dressing room. A snap of his fingers, and the wardrobe opens to reveal the midnight-blue gown she had so harshly rejected earlier.

“If you decline to assume the role of my wife for the dinner, I will be compelled to dress you myself.”

All the fuss because she thought his taste was ‘horrid, disgraceful, disgusting, just like his very being’ or something. He spent days selecting that gown. Days. If she doesn’t wear it, he’ll likely sulk for a decade.

“Do you realize how close you are to joining that peach in the fire, my dear? I would pluck the skin from your bones and hang you from the rafters if I were not obligated to participate in this absurd union by my father’s will.” He complains, setting Estella down hard on an ottoman.

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"C'mon." Mox presses his spine against the doorframe, one leg kicked out, refusing her exit from the dressing room. It's the opposite of sultry. He wriggles against the frame like he's practicing for a role in The Jungle Book.

"C'monnnn," he whines again, giving her his best puppydog eyes. "Please?"

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