#venomousclairity

👌 …someone my muse has only met once, but will never forget.

Just once, hm? Hooboy, that’s a tough one! You know what I’ll do for you? I’ll send you back in time to when Micah was just a little tyke! What a cutie! Dimpled cheeks, big smile, ash blond hair that his mother thought was so darling! Not yet tall enough to peek over the counter to catch sight of what was cooking for dinner, I betcha.

It’s Arizona. Lil Lindy is just a baby, in her stroller, and big brother Micah is an excellent driver! Able to wheel her around here and there and only one crash known to date. That’s what those seat belts are known for! He hears the ice cream truck come by. Oh boy! His baby sis is raced out the house, piggy bank in hand, ready to smash to the ground to collect the money to give to the driver for his goods and services. Good ole’ capitalism! Gotta start them young!

Except the driver stares at Micah and the baby in the stroller. He doesn’t say anything. Micah does all the talking.

“Gee! Thanks for stopping on by, mister! I’m Micah! This is lil Lindy! Big fans! What’s the temperature in there like? Hope it’s a perfect 0 degrees! Do you ever worry about getting robbed? Sure is like the wild wild west out here. Ha! Sure would be funny if we robbed you! What a story! Hey, mister! Why ya leaving?”

Asking Juno to describe his sister was like asking the moon to try and articulate anything about the warmth and light of the sun. Chey was a safe harbour, Chey was the only person who saw how broken, vulnerable and undeniably fucked-up Juno had become. He’d never tell her, but she was the reason why, when he came out of hospital, he didn’t just get in another car and do it properly. She kept him whole, in some way or another.

It wasn’t a one-way process, though. As much as she was his rock, he was hers; having someone to support had dragged him back to humanity as much as her support had done. They were both messed-up people, outwardly or otherwise, but they cared for each other, and that made all the difference. Juno would do anything for Chey, whether she asked him or not; any obstacle could be overcome, any challenge surpassed for his sister. They only family he’d ever had who hadn’t left or lied to him.

👑 …someone my muse is jealous of.

No one. Sebastian will find a way to get whatever he wants. As someone that holds no boundaries in achieving that, he has no trouble getting his hands dirty and doing whatever it takes to claim what will inevitable be his.

👫 …someone who has a crush on my muse.

liberosis: The desire to care less about things.

another night, another dreadful prometheus event he was expected to smile && mingle through, as if he had nothing better to do with his time than shake hands with his lessers. sure, there were moments of amusement at these things--moments where henri would cross paths with someone he considered of a like mind. they’d gripe about the pointlessness of the night, discuss current on-goings of the company, and swap names of the latest contracts who's cancellation they were pushing for. the other man, a director henri had crossed paths with before, let it slip that a certain actress had recently declined his invitation to ‘help with her career’, and he was still fuming over it. henri could only snicker, giving his condolences and assuring that ‘we’ve all been there’. he threw his bourbon back, ready to move on with the conversation.

that is, until he caught said actress’ eye from across the room. he couldn’t help but feel a challenge presenting itself. or, rather, a challenge that had already presented itself appearing and throwing up flags, as if to say now is the moment to take action. he shoved his empty glass into the hand of the other man, giving a lazy smirk. “all horses can be tamed, it’s just a matter of knowing which crop to use.” with that, he made his way across the party, appearing by freya’s side within a few moments. 

a hand came to her bare back, moving her along with him towards an area of the room that would allow them some semi-private conversation. “mm--finally someone i can hold a conversation with.” he said, as if relieved by her company at this otherwise dreary event.

he knew that eloise would be less than pleased to know about his ongoing games with freya, but it was just too hard for him to pull away, to put her entirely out of his mind. there was just too much fun to be had. henri reached in, his hand dangerously close to freya’s cleavage as he gingerly grabbed the locket that hung from her neck. he clicked it open, revealing pictures of her parents. he couldn’t help the small chuckle that came from him, his eyes flicking back up to meet her own. “such a perfect little daughter, aren’t you? try as you might, you just can’t disappointment them.” he clicked the locket closed, his fingers placing it softly back against her skin instead of just letting it fall back into place. his skin brushed against her own, a finger running up her chest to the side of her neck. it remained there for several moments, before he informed, “you’re pulse is positively racing. whatever has you so... nervous?”

isobelle menacha is in the strange position of being one of the very few people henri doesn’t particularly mind. though their sense of humour is markedly different, he’s amused when iz complains about the others they work with. when he’s bored, he’ll actually listen to her; she usually doesn’t irritate him, and he likes to hear her opinions. of course, it’s very obvious that isobelle keeps henri at an arm’s length, still aware of the rumours that surrounded him. he tries not to show that side of himself in front of her, if only because it’s nice to have someone in the office that he can actually attempt small talk with.

He has only met her once, but he has seen enough to make his judgement, in regards to her character; Ms. Kinney is fastuous, feral, and contumacious.She is a woman who lacks the most basic virtues when it comes to patience, along with a complete disregard for those in authority. She is a writer, but she is not eloquent, and it baffles Fabian’s mind.

Along the lines of her appearance, Ms. Kinney reminds Fabian of Greek mythology, most notably Bia, the goddess of anger, force, and raw energy. This is only hindered by the fact that Bia is silent, and Ms. Kinney is most truly the opposite.