#viciousxcycle

Dallas was drunk as he walked through the strip club. He had never cared much for places like these, often finding them more uncomfortable than anything else. His leather jacket was hanging open, showing off a ratty shirt with a pentagram on it. Finishing off the look were worn, torn jeans. Grabbing another drink from the bar he noticed someone who was beyond hot. Approaching slowly, Dallas realized that the man he had noticed was a stripper. He grabbed a twenty dollar bill from his wallet walking over to the other and holding it out. “You’re super handsome... Any chance I can pay you to keep the clothes on and come and talk to me?” He had a bright smile as he leaned against the stage, not really caring who he pissed off with his antics. Dallas saw an absolute god of a man. Someone who could be his muse. He wasn’t going to let something as small as social etiquette stop him.

The sudden intrusion in his office was so sudden that Kevin had no other option than to lift his eyes from the papers he was reading, fingers reaching to the Cuban cigar that hanged precariously between his lips. It wasn’t exactly unusual for Ray to barge inside unannounced but even the other man knew better than to burst inside when business was being conducted. Kevin however, said nothing. His fingers tapped his cigar, blue eyes taking in the other man as he entered his office and stopped mere inches away from his white tiger fur rug. The other presence was standing beside his mahogany desk. The poor secretary that was livid and pale, certainly biting her bottom red lip at the sudden intrusion. Everyone knew how he despised these things. This sudden outbursts that made people assume that whatever thing they had to share was of any of his immediate concerns. But still, Kevin said nothing. His teeth captured the cigar as he lowered his eyes from a fraction of a second to sign his name on the bottom line of a document – a piece of paper that his secretary quickly removed from his sight before being dismissed with a casual wave of his hand. Only when the sound of her heels faded into the background and the double doors were properly locked was when Kevin actually dignified Ray with any sort of movement.

Like reclining back into his chair, one finger scratching his temple as he gave his plaything the usual curious eyebrow arch. What could be that important that he had to disturb him there? Was someone dying? Did the cops discover about his prostitution business in the harbor or did they bust the drug operation? Nah… couldn’t be that. He was paying top bucks to have the higher-ups within the blue uniforms to keep him posted or look the other way around. What could be that DEVASTATING that Ray had to come inside his office in such a vulgar and frantic manner?

Closed starter with @viciousxcycle​ based on “Golden” by Harry Styles

It had been months since they’d seen each other. Mako had held onto hope that somehow, they would have stayed together after successfully destroying the breach, but knew that despite being drift compatible, seeing each other’s desires, fears and worst memories in the drift, it didn’t mean anything when they were no longer needed. She didn’t stay in Hong Kong, the last time she saw him was as she boarded the helicopter, rain pouring against the windows, and she realised that there was some agreeable symmetry. 

The months passed slowly and quickly at the same time, and she was working with the military to restore old Mark 1 Jaeger’s, just in case. That had been steady work for months, and now as she was finally getting ready to say goodbye to Gypsy as she was to be shelved in a government warehouse somewhere off the coast, she found herself at a bar in downtown New York. Among the sea of unfamiliar faces and strangers, she felt a strange pang, a yearning, yet couldn’t explain it. That feeling hadn’t occurred for months. 

Yet something was wrong, this was different, and she had barely touched her glass of beer, when she realised what it was. There, nestled into the corner of the bar was a head of hair she’d never forget. She was entirely certain it was him, and the welled up emotions confirmed it for her as she slowly made her way towards him. She was tongue tied for a short moment.

         A STOLEN GLANCE   /    A LIVELY SMILE    ,    visible agreement seemingly gone unnoticed by doctors and patients alike milling in every which direction   .    the previous evening came flooding back in flashes the instant she'd awoken   ,   followed her like a shadow all day until it came to a halt in front of her in physical form   (    and speaking in hushed tones    ,    thankfully    .   )       ❝    dr   .   becket    ---    ---    good afternoon to you   ,    too    .   ❞     amusement sparks a painted smile   ,   coy    ,    as gaze lands to award her full attention   .    

@viciousxcycle​ said:

❝Will you stop fucking interrogating me?❞ From Rals

@viciousxcycle​ said: [ date? ] Alan to Erik [ date? ] for your muse to ask my muse to go on a date .

The question caught Erik off guard. His attention had been on the charts on his hand, once again checking on Alan before actually clearing him out of the hospital. The last thing he was expecting was that sort of question. Maybe the attorney was still under the effect of some medicine and he was still rather off. Erik didn’t quite know what to say. How to answer. His eyes darted back and forth between Alan and his charts, clearing his throat while trying to come up with the IDEAL response. A negative one could be disastrous but he couldn’t just say yes. A maybe, perhaps?