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sebastian couldn't help but conjure up a cartoon-style recollection of exactly what happened to jaime's foot, and he let out the most obnoxious snort, laughing quietly to himself. "all your athleticism and you still can't beat me in a game of hoops..." he teased, though there was a certain edge to his tone that could almost be identified as flirting if he didn't reign it in soon. as if realising this, sebastian coughed then cleared his throat, returning to his usual neutral expression but the amused glint in his eye still remained. "...i keep trying to piece it together in my head, to figure out how the hell something like that just...happens, but i don't know, i think i'm going to need to see footage - did they have any cameras set up?" before sebastian could even stop jaime, to tell him that whatever he needed, he could get it for him, jaime was already trying to get out of his seat again. they reached for each other at the same time, sebastian with the instinct to catch him in case he were to fall and jaime seeking to stablise himself. in real time, it was barely a handful of seconds but for sebastian it was as if time actually slowed down itself. then before he could even process it, jaime was hobbling away, mumbling an apology, leaving bash blinking like a cartoon character to clear his head. "it's cool.." he muttered back and rubbed the back of his neck where his skin had started to feel uncomfortably warm. "beer or water? didn't realise i had such a huge variety of options to choose from," sebastian attempted to make a recovery with some sarcasm but his tone still wavered halfway through his sentence. he stood up and followed jaime into the kitchen, opening the fridge door and picking up a bottle of water, and then a beer...for jaime. "maybe you should use them...the crutches?" he suggested and peeled the foil off the plate for him. "my mum made tamales, i think she was just trying to switch up her skills. you like these, right?" he eyed him as if he didn't already know the answer. "i'll carry these...and this...and you hop back onto the couch." he tucked the drinks under his arm then took the utensils and the plate. "c'mon hop-along..." he smirked at jaime over his shoulder still, he wasn't able to hide the fondness in his tone. he set the plate, cutlery and jaime's drink down on the coffee table then pulled the table closer to the arm chair where jaime would sit.

it was an unusual feeling for jaime– being doted on. and maybe, on paper, calling sebastian doting was a stretch. but by sebastian standards, this definitely counted as going out of his way. what wasn't unusual though, was the quiet pleasure jaime found in being the reason behind bash's smile, even if only for a moment. "what? no! c'mon, bash. you know i'm more athletic than that!" he retorted, amusement obvious in his voice. "it was my apprentice, he–" jaime scoffed with a small shake of his head. "looney tunes ass injury; he dropped a sink on my foot."

as he settled on the couch, jaime realized that whatever was under that foil, he couldn't very well eat it with his hands like some caveman– he had company over, after all. but sebastian had done enough. just being here was enough. he wasn't about to treat him like some butler. and so, with a resigned groan and most of his pride intact, he pushed himself back to his feet. midway up, a sudden jolt of pain shot through his foot. he hissed through his teeth and instinctively reached out, grabbing the closest thing within reach– sebastian's arm.

by the time he steadied himself, their faces were mere inches apart. jaime could practically feel sebastian's breath, catch a hint of his cologne– clean, expensive. the proximity made something delicate twist in his chest. he let go quickly, though not without hesitation. "sorry", he muttered, stepping aside. "didn't think i'd need crutches, but... yeah, maybe", he admitted with a shaky breath. jaime hobbled over to the kitchen, thankful sebastian couldn't see the grimaces of pain he tried to mask with every step. "i've got more than just beer, y'know. there's... water?" he called over his shoulder with a chuckle. "so, what's under the foil, anyway? what's on the menu?" he teased, pulling open a drawer to get utensils.

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"oh my god, don't apologise. i'm always happy to be a listening ear if you ever need to vent, and it sounds like it's absolutely warranted" zelda is quick to reassure her, not wanting rhea to feel like she has to suppress herself around her. "besides, at least i get a break from talking about all of my work stuff the time. it was getting a little boring - this is a welcome change." she trails off with a huff of a laugh, then gestures for rhea to continue. "go on...you were saying you almost had to murder someone in court, right?"

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"you know, i am far from a violent person," she starts, but the way her jaw tenses provides enough evidence to have one suspecting the contrary. "but some of the arrogant men i'm opposing lately are making murder seem like a logical solution." of course she wouldn't stretch to such measures, but irritation fills every inch of her frame. "they talk to me like i'm an idiot, like i didn't study law at harvard, like i'm nothing but a silly little girl with whimsical fantasies about a happy world." she realises she's venting then. "sorry, sorry...i'll stop. i hate taking work away from the office."

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"...yeah, i'm going through this period in my life where people keep thinking that i'm smarter than i actually am. it's a very rough time for me right now."

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since being 'let go' from the agency, malachi has floated from one job to another just to keep himself afloat - even if it meant clocking out of one to immediately commute to the next. the one he always ended up coming back to was at the 'pink boudoir'. it wasn't the most glamorous of places, but it was the individuals that made the place sentimental to him. everyone worked their asses off to ensure every customer that stepped through the door left with a world class experience, and the unit was so solid that it almost felt like the most disfunctional dynamic - which was right in malachi's comfort spot. but that experience could be found in almost any job that malachi can easily talk himself into being hired for. it wasn't a matter of what kept him coming back it was who. malachi rose out of his front row seat as soon as the music faded out, applauding as if he had just witnessed the first performance of swan lake. "that was...wow." he shook his head, still in genuine awe and passed her the drink he ordered, her usual choice of some glitzy cocktail malachi didn't have the taste for. "it did, it really did. i think the divorce rate is gonna go up after tonight, for sure" he chuckled. "honestly, i think the music is gonna surprise them, they won't expect it...might even be a little uneasy, then you come in with the first move and just...lock 'em in."

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as the last notes of sleep token's sugar faded out on the club's speakers, angela effortlessly slid down the pole, striking her finishing pose with practiced ease. the moment the music cut out, she sat up, beaming, and let out a delighted squeal. "so? what didja think?" she picked up her velour pink tracksuit off the ground and bunched it up in her arms. clad only in her underwear, she hopped off the stage and strode towards your muse, who had a front-row seat to her tantalizing performance.

"i know i'm tryin' somethin' different with the music, but i think it all came together really nicely!" she gushed, stepping into her pants first. "and obviously, i'm not in my actual getup, but you get the gist!" the pink boudoir buzzed with activity, employees and performers bustling about, prepping for the night ahead. doors opened in two hours, but it was custom to arrive early. angie finally slipped on her jacket, zipping it up before leaning in to grab her drink from your muse's hand. "thanks, hun," she murmured before she took a sip. then, with a playful but expectant look, she pressed, "now, seriously. how was it?"

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"You expected that of me?" Xiomena's voice wavers under the overwhelming weight of emotions, coming over her all at once. Getting to the bottom of it all would force Xiomena to come to terms with the fact that Jack isn't too far off. This is her pattern. She dives heart first into relationships, clings to her lover through every high and low, and barely catches her breath before tumbling into the next emotional whirlwind. Xio gets swept up in the intensity, chasing the high of being wanted-until it all crashes and she's left burnt out, curled in on herself and shutting out the world. Jack knows her well enough to hit exactly where it hurts. "Now you're just being cruel," she says, her voice sharp as she frowns at her. There's a dozen other words brimming behind her teeth, clawing their way up her throat, but she bites them back, desperate to stay composed. "That's not fair," she snaps. "I couldn't commit because half the time it felt like I was out in the cold, begging for something that should've been there. And the second you gave me even the tiniest bit of warmth, I clung to it like my life depended on it. Until you shut me out again."

"And I expected this of you." It's part and parcel with her attraction to Xiomena in the first place. That romantic, yet equally spiteful mindset that propels her to act and react so extremely. Jack knew she would move on - quickly and without respite. And Jack? Well, she would be as she always is; staunchly independent, unapologetically cold to the touch. "Got it. You're happy." Clearing her throat, Jack sinks her drink, letting the scotch burn down her throat. It doesn't signify to the way Xio burns her with every word, dedicated to her new husband. "Well, where should I send your wedding gift? I should get you a fine China set for your oh-so-proper dinner parties. Or, should I just wait until your baby shower registry?" Knowing how extremely her ex commits, Jack wouldn't put it past her. Then, finally, a break in her demeanor. So brief, some might miss it. Except for Xio. "It's just funny to me. You couldn't commit to us, but you had no problem committing to him."

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lauren was aware that she wasn't the easiest person to work with, especially when it came to high-pressure situations, but it made her appreciate manon's resilience all the more. "now...there's no need to be so polite. you can call me lauren, just lauren." she smiles at the young woman. "have you thought about your future here? where you would see yourself? and, don't worry, this isn't a trick - where do you see yourself in five years - type of question."

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it was quickly becoming apparent that kumara wasn't going to be easily pacified with just words and chaste pecks. from the way her fingers pressed into his bare skin and the hunger flashed across her eyes, henry knew it would only be a matter of time before they were being escorted out of the venue for doing something really inappropriate. "i take all complaints very seriously," henry returned her laugh with a very serious expression before breaking into a smile. "ugh...no to the hike, thank you very much." he made a face at her, his hands resting on her hips and drawing her closer. henry followed her gaze over to where her friends were, the group was heading in a different direction and a light bulb flashed in henry's head. "alright, alright...what the rockstar wants she gets." henry nodded and gave her a quick kiss. "if everyone's going over there, we can bring the party to your dressing room? i have my backstage pass right here..." he holds up the card hanging from the lanyard around his neck.

for a moment the urge to latch her thighs around him surged over her, but she leaned upwards on her tiptoes instead, hands sliding up under his t-shirt, the grin on her face working her face muscles hard. an image flashed in her mind that made her nails dip into the skin of his back and heat flashed over her face and between her thighs. she felt like putty in his hands, pliable, moldable, ready to fold with just a word. “ yes, i'm complaining, ” she laughed, but she could hop on a bike and go a few miles as far she was concerned. “ mmh, you have a point... but if you put me in charge of anything right now, we might end up on a hike, ” she teased. for a moment she pulled her attention away from him to glance over at where her friends had congregated, noting they were already migrating towards the green room. mikaela caught her eye, hazel eyes catlike and knowing. she gestured with her fingers, the question ‘ you wanna smoke?? ’ mouthed her way. kumara held up one finger, a motion that one of her eldest friends knew by now meant ‘ still deciding ’, and mikaela laughed and turned back to the others. kumara's attention went back to henry and she sighed. “ i mean, yeah, but if i do i'm gonna crash and probably sleep for twelve hours. i wanna have a little fun first, ” she almost whined.

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It was a wonder Sienna could get through her explanation without feeling put off by the bewildered look Juniper was giving her. "See you nearly had me and then you lost me at detox. You've got to get better at selling this to me, Sienna." Juniper pretended to give her a telling off. Though there was a small part of her that was buying into it, she explained it in such a way that Juniper couldn't possibly doubt that she knew what she was talking about. "How much of that do you drink to not feel like a zombie? I feel like if I go off red bull, you'd need to keep me in a padded room or something. I literally get the shakes without it, which can't be good right?"

"ginseng is known for being an energy booster. maybe you should try that instead of poisoning your body with so much caffeine and all the chemical sludge." sienna stared at the red bull like she was holding a dirty diaper. totally performatice, and oscar-worthy considering the secret stash of energy drinks in her office. "you could toss in some beets. ginger too. i think i need to put you on a detox."

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The way the other man scrutinised him makes sebastian shuffle awkwardly, it was as if he could hear Lucian turning the pages in the book that was his mind and it was...a relief? he didn't have to talk through his thoughts and intentions, Lucian seemed to be able to understand and adapt his methods accordingly - as if he were actually dealing with a feral stray and not an adult man in his mid-thirties. Sebastian didn't know how Lucian did it, how he could glance at someone and be able to make them warm to him with such simple ease. Sebastian's grip on the doorknob loosened and he shoved his hand in his pocket, clammy from the tight hold he had on the door. Sānee moved to stand next to lucian and Sebastian swore he felt his heart skip at beat, at the sight of the two of them. Their love, their adoration and pure devotion toward one another was so raw and potent that sebastian felt overwhelmed just by observing it. Now all of that was being turned outward, in his direction maybe not in the same intensity, not yet - but he could feel it. rather than feeling the urge to flee from it, Sebastian felt a surge of warmth radiating from where they stood and just as it always did, it called to him. Lucian's eyes crinkled when he smiled then he turned to press his lips to Sānee's hairline an action that looked so natural - Sebastian felt the ghost of the feeling in the same spot lucian's lips land while sanee spoke. Sebastian believed every word she said, and he trusted that Lucian had no malicious intention with him either it was just this delibitating voice at the back of his head that would spill doubious poison into head that would cloud his judgement. When he laid with them the night before, it had been so easy for him to fall into a peaceful slumber. Sebastian hadn't felt that kind of comfort and security since his first relationship that went up in flames at his own doing.

Lucian gave Sānee's hand a gentle squeeze of encouragement. If anything this was a team effort, convincing Sebastian that they could be a safe space for him - that if he just let them in, they wouldn't ever permit him to regret it. This was something Lucian wanted in extension of his bond with Sānee, only in unison with her rather than for his own self. This wouldn't work if Sānee didn't feel the same pull he did. At the mention of the story she wished to share, Lucian gives his partner a fond smile then looked at Sebastian with an agreeing nod. "Ah, yes. It's quite an interesting story..." Lucian said with full awareness of his bias toward anything story Sānee wished to share. Their progress was measured in small acts: Sebastian release of the doorknob and the hesitant yet assuring step he took toward them. "Is it?" Sebastian took another step toward them, his back turned to the door. His voice was still quiet but it was laced with curiosity now, another sign of their progress. Lucian gave Sānee's hand another squeeze, a flicker of anticipation flashing across his eyes as he watched Sebastian. "I suppose it makes more sense if I was to eat this here, while it's still warm..." He mused, looking down at the wrapped tupperwear in his hands. When he looked at them again it appeared that his mind had been made up, Lucian and Sānee earned another look before Sebastian was walking again. This time past them, away from the front door, and to the dining table. Lucian gently nudged Sānee in her side, urging her to move quickly should Sebastian get cold feet and race out like a terrified cat. "Go, go, go..." He whispered to her, peeking over his shoulder at Sebastian who had already begun to tuck into his food, on his way to the kitchen to get his own plate and also picked up Sānee's. "I think it's getting easier..." He said to her once they were in the quiet of the kitchen, lifting his head again toward the doorway to check if Sebastian was still sitting there. "...right?" Some of the worry he had kept at bay crept into his features, he wanted so badly for this to work out that he was willing to tip toe on egg shells for it. Out of Sebastian's sight, Lucian could drop the veil and permit himself to be anxious in front of Sanee. "I was going to make that pilot joke...y'know the one I told you? Perhaps I'll save it for another time."

Some people, Sānee imagined, would have been offended by another speaking for them. Didn't she have the capability to speak for herself, and didn't she say what she had meant? -- but Sānee never thought that way. She was happy to be led, happy that Lucian could course correct ever so slightly, bring her output back to her intentions and do it without embarrassing her. It was as though he could read her mind at times. Like he knew what she meant was muddled by vocabulary and impact, as if his ear was so close to her heart that before she felt, he could act.

Truly, she did honor him, love him and think the world of him, and when he looked at her with his diamond eyes, she felt as though he elevated her to the same place. In happy peace and structured dedication were they then and always would be. Their home was flooded with pleasantries, one could trip over the love they had for each other. Sānee hoped Sebastian had felt it. He had a timidity about him that was nearly fawn-like. As if every time he had dared to put his foot into the proverbial ocean, he'd heard the gnashing of teeth and witnessed a swell of blood, and if this were the case, why would he not be so shy? So unwilling to look another in the eye? She stepped forward and took Lucian's hand, laid her head onto his shoulder and smiled graciously, letting them speak.

"That's correct,' she confirmed, blushing. When Lucian finished speaking, Sānee tapped her fingers across the backside of his palm, as if to signal some trepidation before she spoke. To give him full permission to redirect her if she was wrong, but she said what she believed was right. "We are happy to have you, genuinely. If you're comfortable to eat with us, maybe we can send you away with some lunch... and dinner,' she added with a shrug, a casual laugh. "There was a story from last night I meant to tell you about before we fell asleep, it just came to me now,' Sānee looked at her one and winked.

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"and what exactly is it that you think you notice?"

“you’re not?" noah laughs, shaking her head, "you think i don’t see you? that i don’t notice?”

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arthur's mind was still a little foggy with sleep so when amethyst mentioned a horse from her childhood, it didn't immediately click until silas chimed in. "oh, yeah..." arthur nodded and listened to the rest of her story. "so, was it sort of like one of those weird vivid dreams where you...uh, you play out a memory but there just a eerie aura about it?" when it came to her dreams, silas always had follow up questions. perhaps it was the artist in him, that wanted to seize every moment as an opportunity to burrow away in his office.

it was safe to say that arthur and amethyst were a constant source of inspiration for for his ideas, if not as a pair then bits from their own individual lifestyles would find its way onto his canvas. "i can definitely eat," arthur sighed as he played with ame's fingers. arthur could just about handle the basics when it came to being in the kitchen, he much preferred to leave it to silas who seemed far more competent and confident in that realm. "how about a breakfast scramble? ame, do you have any more of that tea? we can do a spread and pig out on the couch all day..."

the hand that arthur was holding onto wiggled a bit, to interlock their fingers and one of her feet slid between silas's calves. she closed her eyes a moment, trying to capture the images that were quickly trying to flee from her mind, a little dent forming between her brows. " jus' one horse. i told you 'bout ether, right?? he was a good horse, patient with me an' my short legs, " she smiled softly at the memory. " we were mostly jus' wanderin' around... my mama an' i stayed in this shitty lil' yellow house one summer, i think it was... was it maryville?? i don' really remember... the cellar used to gimme the heebie jeebies... hated that place... " she sighed and looked between the two of them. she used to wonder what ease really felt like, and she knew tastes of it when she was with her sister. frances had always made ame feel wanted even after she'd been thrust upon her, had found as many ways as she could to fit her baby sister into her life without stopping it completely, but it was hard for amethyst to feel fully truly at ease even when she finally felt wanted. but she was sure as she laid there she'd finally found it. her nervous system wasn't geared up or wound up at all, she couldn't think about much else beyond the three of them right there in that bed, their body heat her own, all her muscles relaxed. " ya'll hungry?? "

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when it came to his lifestyle, zane didn't see himself as much of a choice. he was thrust into the limelight before he was even out of diapers, and it took him a great deal of time to prove himself a worthy professional amongst his peers. he didn't know any other life, never experienced any form of normalcy until he met ramona. she gave him a taste of something he couldn't easily let go of. he wanted to be a better partner for her, one that wasn't always bringing her to tears even after an intimate moment. this could blow up in their faces but, out of the two, zane would easily bounce back whilst ramona (and her career) would be forever tainted. still, zane was far too selfish to just walk away. the knots forming in the pit of his stomach while he did his best demonstration of patience while ramona spoke, he listened intently and knitted his brows. "Late...?" he repeated the word. without the full picture, zane's mind went down every avenue except the most obvious one. "Oh..." he drawled when it finally clicked.

zane didn't even give himself the time to process the news he just received, his first priority was ramona. he put his arm around her shoulder and pulled him to his side, pressing a kiss to her forehead. "hey, hey, hey..." he spoke softly, drawing back so that they were at face level. honestly, he didn't know what they were going to do or what to even say to her to bring her some peace of mind. if he allowed himself to say in his head for too long, he'd just sit there in silence so he just said whatever came to mind first and hoped it would resonate with her. "okay, i...uh, i don't know what were gonna do but we'll figure it out together, okay? i'm with you and i'm not going anywhere, rae."

ramona felt a wave of emotions wash over her as his words echoed in her mind, each one a reminder of the stakes they were juggling and how it all had been heightened. the weight of their situation, the unspoken fears, and now, the reality that loomed over them like a storm cloud. as his hand rested on her cheek, nervousness had took grip of her, sending her heart on a race. she could see the conflict in his eyes, the struggle between wanting to support her and the fear of losing everything in expressing his frustration. then he had to ask. it was almost as if he knew and that alone was part of the reason she had avoided looking into his penetrating and honest gaze. that she always found challenging to deceive.

her lips parted to speak but her gaze drifted briefly, as words failed to pass her duo. "zane," she whispered, her voice trembling slightly, "there is something i need to tell you." she took a deep breath, the words forming a knot in her throat as she struggled to formulate her thoughts into a sentence. "i didn't want to add to this- mess, but... i'm late." her eyes searched his, desperate for understanding and some form of comfort. "i know this is already so complicated, and I hate to put more pressure on it, but... i just can’t keep it to myself anymore." the tension in the air thickened, and she felt the weight of her confession settle between them. “i’m scared,” she admitted, quickly wiping at the tears that managed to spill from her eyes.

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jade was aware that, in myra's line of work, a cut on the finger was all part of the routine and her explanation would have been perfectly reasonable - if it weren't for her behaving so...odd. that and a potent smell, something that jade was far too familiar with and, gave her enough sense to realise that there was much more to what myra was telling her. "...okay..." jade smiled after a few beats of silence. "...but it doesn't look like you need a bandage though..." she added and gave her unsliced fingers a pointed stare. "it's as if, by some miracle, it's healed itself entirely."

"blood? no." fuck. "i mean, yes! mine, obviously. i had an accident. sliced my finger with something and ah—" myra was spiraling. why did jade have to walk in just now? "i'm fine, promise. i just need to err, find a bandage and clean myself up. you don't need to worry, really! i can deal with this just on my own."

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