Georgia Jereau

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[georgia-jereau]

adrianhcndrix​:

“I keep saying I’m going to stop dating men who can’t share. But here we are. What can I say? I have a type.” It’s a type, unfortunately, that means he’ll probably always wind up with men who aren’t crazy about his line of work. A career that started, for Adrian, as an act of desperation and has grown into something he enjoys most days. The way someone likes their 9-5 office jobs most days. At least Finn’s jealousy stays safely within the boundary of something attractive and sexy and hasn’t yet tipped over the line into controlling. Crossing that line has always put Adrian in danger.

While intriguing, the idea of working behind the scenes doesn’t appeal to Adrian’s vanity as much as being in front of the camera. “Only thing I’ve ever written is music. Dunno how well that translates to porn. Any advice?”

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“I mean you could do worse. You could be dating someone you have to lie to.” Georgia offered with a shrug. She wasn’t the best with dating advice, not that Adrian needed it. He seemed like he was doing just fine. Georgia hadn’t truly ‘dated’ anyone. She’d pretended to date men so she could rob them, and then... well there was Mal but that hadn’t exactly been ‘dating’ either, unless fighting people and robbing gas stations counted. The question has Georgia pursing her lips as she thought. “A porno musical sounds amazing to me. There’s some old ‘Alice in Wonderland’ porn from the 70′s that I’m almost certain had a few musical numbers.” she says with a laugh just thinking about that trash. The things she looked into for research were fucking weird sometimes. 

[georgia-jereau]

maelstrcm​:

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Mal resisted the urge to push her hand away when she reached out for him, but he sat quietly, the only noise escaping his lips being the shaky breaths he drew whilst trying to keep his tears under wraps. “I know, Peach. I know.” He did know, all too well. The past was the past and try as they might, they couldn’t do things any differently, forever stuck with the choices they’d made no matter how foolish they’d been. And now it was just the two of them, exactly how it had been right from the beginning, and perhaps how it was destined to be for however long they continued to live. He could scream and cry, but he wasn’t going to; because then he’d just lose whatever scraps of dignity he had left.

“Ain’t a damn thing that’ll stop me from blaming myself, Peach.” The emotion had been sapped from his face, now, but he knew that she’d read his body language - she knew him like nobody else did. Like they’d never gotten to know Rosie. He closed his eyes as she leaned up, pressing a soft kiss to his head, and that was the final straw for the dam his emotions were pressed up against. By the time she was leaning back up to pull him into an embrace, he was already moving forward to settle back into her arms; one hand on the box in his lap and the other hand reaching out for Georgia. Not the way he should’ve been embracing his family, but it was better than not having them at all, surely.

Shit. And he told himself he wouldn’t cry. “You deserve so much better, G, I’m-” The hand that had reached for her fisted in the material of her shirt, his head turning so that he could press his face against her neck and breathe in the scent of the familiar perfume, the scent she’d worn just for him before he’d walked in and ruined the moment. “I ain’t shit, Peach. Never was, never will be.” He shook his head slightly, having one of those rare moments where he couldn’t bottle everything back up. “I’m sorry.”

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Georgia held on to him as he clung to her. In a weird way it felt good to hold someone again, to hold him again. All his words knifed through her heart, the shit deep down that they sometimes spoke of, the stuff that was deep down one of the things they had in common. They both were excellent liars, letting the world think they were completely in control when in reality they were broken and unsure and most of the time felt undeserving. “Stop it, Malachi.” she said, leaning back and cupping his cheeks, looking him in his eyes carefully. “You are mine.” Georgia said fiercely. “You are my husband. You are my family. You are my entire fucking world. So stop actin’ like you’re nothing. You are everything. Do you hear me?” she asked him, her hands slipping from his face to his shoulders and giving him a small shake. It wasn’t quite anger that rose in her, but a kind of desperation that she couldn’t make gentle. “I love you. You can be sad, you can feel like shit, but I waited seven fucking years for you Mal and I’m not going anywhere. You better make your fuckin’ peace with the fact that I still want you and I’m not goin’ anywhere.” she told him. There was nothing more for her to say, so she just curled up against him, settling in for however long her needed to keep her there. She’d planned tonight to be a lot more fun and a lot less clothes, but the main thing she’d wanted to make clear tonight was that they were still them and that she wasn’t going anywhere. This would do. 

[georgia-jereau]

rothane​:

♣️

A few seconds after Georgia picks her nail polish, Rowan does the same – opting for something a little on the neutral side before joining the brunette at another station. She hums when Georgia talks about Mal patching over, nodding. While there’s nothing really wrong with being nomad, the idea of it has always made Rowan a little twitchy. The idea of not having a charter to back them up a little more than she thinks she’d be able to handle, especially right now. But it’s obvious Georgia doesn’t really want to talk about it, and she can’t blame her so she nods, “It’s not the worst place to put down roots, despite what the last few months have looked like.” And she leaves it at that. Her expression turns to one of empathy as Georgia talks about Mal being out of prison and how it feels, it’s something she can relate to all too well. “You had a system,” she says plainly. “We have to adapt to life without them when things like that happen, and when they come back… it all kinda feels like it’s falling apart until you figure out how to make it work together again. Or at least it did for us.” She shrugs, feeling a little like an exposed nerve. It’s not something she has ever talked about before, never wanting anyone to see that part of her marriage.  If Georgia wants to talk about it anymore, she can but Rowan doesn’t want to push her so she segways the conversation just a little. “You likin’ Olympus so far, or are you missing the big city life?” 

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Georgia shakes her head, her face going soft for a moment. “It seems like a nice enough place... ignoring the current state of things.” she agrees. The shit that was going was outside the control of most everyone in town, but people were still rallying. They still went to bars, they still went about their business. She hadn’t noticed people boarding up businesses or leaving town yet. If anything, it spoke to the grit of the people here and that was something Georgia could admire. Georgia sighs and her shoulders sag a bit, her body relaxing as she looks over at Rowan, grateful for the words and the explanation. There was a comfort in knowing it wasn’t just them, it wasn’t just because of Rosie. This shit wasn’t because they were broken people. There’s a warm smile that rests on her face for a moment. “That’s good to hear.” she says quietly, and let’s it rest there. A part of her wonders if Rowan is going to mention this to people, though she doesn’t see how it could be useful or interesting. Georgia and Mal bein’ at odds tends to be the norm whether they were happily together or not. Fighting or fucking, with moments of sweetness that would randomly appear between. “You know, strangely enough, I do.” Georgia said. “I thought the quiet would drive me nuts, but it’s actually really nice. I still head into New Orleans for meetings every now and again, and coming home to a quiet house on a quiet street... you know, forgetting about the break in- you know what, no, even then I still like it here.” she said with a decisive nod. “You think you’ll ever leave?” she asks, curious if Rowan feels the same. It must be different for her, with the kids, but it was also her home and had been for a long time.

[georgia-jereau]

adrianhcndrix​:

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“That’s a good line. I should write it down so I don’t forget,” he laughs, feeling immediately at ease. “Sorry, babe, it’s about building my resume. Getting absolutely railed by a stranger on film is just the next step in my career.” He can already imagine the look on Finn’s face if he actually tried that.

It’s not even really that Adrian wants to make a career change to being a porn star. It’s more just something he’d like to take a shot at. Plus the idea of watching people watch him feeds the most narcissistic and vain parts of his brain. “He barely tolerates what I do at the dive,” Adrian admits with a smirk. “The jealousy’s kinda hot though. And that’s half the reason I keep telling him I wanna do it, if I’m honest.”

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Georgia gave a little laugh. “I used to threaten my husband with shit like that all the time. Sometimes it’s just funny to watch the faces they make.” she said, though the sex afterward was the real prize. Mal wasn’t the type to share Georgia and he’d bloodied his knuckles a few times over it. “Oh I get that. Some guys aren’t all too good at sharin’.” she agreed. Jealousy was definitely hot, she had to agree. “I like how you think, Adrian.” Georgia said with a warm, accepting smile. “Maybe instead of being in front of the camera you should pour all those devilish little ideas into a script.” she suggested with a shrug. 

[georgia-jereau]

maelstrcm​:

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Mal was grateful she chose to sit so close to him, relieved to finally have that physical contact after the long journey he’d had to come back home. Could he call it home? The house was so unfamiliar, he’d hardly moved any of his belongings in; yet Georgia was there, and she was so familiar, so that made it feel like a safe place for him by default. He always found a home and sought comfort with her, even if he was being a stubborn bastard and refused to say anything. Mal always came back to her. Even if they weren’t on speaking terms, even when he’d done something stupid and she hated his guts for it. He’d never sleep beside anybody else but her - he’d rather sleep alone if he couldn’t have her. He’d managed it for seven consecutive years of his life, and he never wanted to go that long without her again.

As soon as she brought up the service that he’d missed, his gut twisted some more, mouth going dry; only visibly reacting to her words when Georgia slipped her hand into his and he squeezed back. Mal had to ground himself instead of falling into an eternal cycle of apologising for something that he couldn’t go back and fix, something he just had to live with, no matter how hard that would be. Wasn’t like Mal had a choice. He’d made his bed and now he has to lie in it. “I’ll take a look at the pictures someday soon. If - if that’s okay.” Part of him didn’t even feel like he deserved to, not after what he’d caused, but that was Georgia’s call, not his. He wondered if the one photo he’d snagged of Georgia and Rosie together was still in his old wallet, stuffed into one of the jackets he’d picked up from the shell of the old house.

Then came the part of the conversation he almost didn’t want to hear at all. So it had been the smoke that had taken her. Christ, nothing would ever compare to how he felt in the moment he realised he couldn’t get to her. That wasn’t a moment he never wanted to relive, so he suppressed everything down again, not wanting the memories to come flying out of the mental box he’d locked them away in. “What if - Peach, I should’ve… she…” What was he trying to say? That he could’ve tried harder to save her and then never made it out alive himself? Left Georgia on her own to deal with the aftermath? Fuck, he’d gotten himself arrested and done that anyway. Mal’s hand squeezed hers even tighter, but he turned his head away in shame, like that would stop Georgia from noticing the shaky breath he drew in, exactly like he was trying not to burst into fucking tears.

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Georgia stroked her thumb over the back of Mal’s hand. “Of course.” she said quietly, in response to his request for the pictures. Theres a long beat of silence between them and Georgia sinks further into the couch, the rollercoaster of emotions leaving her a bit more drained than usual. One minute she wanted to fuck him, then kill him, then she was shouting, then she was crying, now she was comforting. Georgia had almost forgotten how being around Mal ran her ragged, how his mere presence took her to her extremes. Around him she didn’t dilute herself, didn’t pour herself into the specific mold she had built for the world. It was exhausting and frustrating, but also strangely liberating. It made her think of the near fearless girl she’d been when she’d met him, and how that compared to the woman she’d become.

Adjusting herself, she turns slightly to face him, tucking one foot beneath her. The hand that isn’t still entwined with his reaches out and pulls at his chin, turning his face so he has to meet her eyes. “What ifs and shoulda dones won’t bring her back, baby.” Georgia says softly. Her hand leaves his chin and brushes over his cheek, cradling his face. “It’s just the two of us, now. We can be angry about it, bitter about it, scream, cry, whatever but it won’t change a damn thing.” she said, her fingers trailing along his jawline, his skin warm beneath her hand. There is still sadness in her eyes, and a weight on her shoulders but it’s tempered by his presence. At least she’d gotten one of them back. With a little sigh she leans forward, her hand snaking to the back of his head as she plants a kiss on his forehead. Her nails scratch gently against his scalp as she pulls back. She wants to say that she loves him, that she hopes she can be enough, but the air feels too heavy with grief and guilt between them. So Georgia says nothing and just wraps him into a hug, hoping her body was able to say what she couldn’t.

[georgia-jereau]

bowieleblanc​:

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“Baby, listen,” Bowie drops their head as they laugh. They like to think they have that sort of power, in fact, they know they do. The poor guy they ditched in favor of Georgia’s company still lingers about like a lost little boy, waiting for them to return to play. And there’s Kit, of course. Oh, there’s Kit. Bowie just has to say when, and they have no doubt he’ll put all of that sexual tension to good use. “You better keep that man close, because the rest of these dudes out here? Raggedy. But you know me, I play for all the teams, all positions, so I’m not too broke up about these bum boys. I will say, though. Your husband, he’s the lucky one,” They continue, teasing as they look back towards Georgia. It’s hard not to admire the woman sitting across from them. She’s a boss bitch if they’ve ever met one, someone they might even aspire to be like one day if they had a little more direction in life.

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Georgia laughed a bit harder, the mixture of drinking and good company boosting her spirits. “Oh, trust me. I’m not lettin’ him go anytime soon.” she said. The idea of her or Mal being ‘lucky’ is a foreign concept at this point, but the words are nice to hear even if she doesn’t think them true. “Raggedy.” she repeats with a wide grin, looking around the bar. “Long as you’re makin’ money and havin’ fun, let the bums be bums.” Georgia flags the bartender down and orders a round of shots, passing one to Bowie when they’re delivered. “Here’s to bein’ all we need, and gettin’ all we want.” Georgia said, having too nice a time to worry about her accent slipping in a bit. “Cheers, sugar.”

[georgia-jereau]

adrianhcndrix​:

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Tucking his hands in the pockets of his jacket, Adrian eases himself down on a couch that’s so firm it feels fake. In a weird way, that makes sense. Probably kinda hard to fuck on a couch you’re sinking into. “Oh, rad. Cum-vent 4 is in my top five,” he lets himself match her laughter, already deciding he likes her sense of humor. “I’m trying to convince Finn to let me be in a movie, but he’s pretty firmly put his foot down on that one. So I just gotta settle for being a professional dry humper for now.”

∆

Georgia nods. “So you’re a man of taste, then. Excellent to hear.” she says with mock solemnity. Strolling around the set a bit, Georgia keeps her eyes peeled for anything that may have slipped through the cracks, but so far it all looks in order. “I mean...” she says casting him a conspiratorial smirk. “If he says no, just tell him you’ll have to work on your resume.” she says, perching on the arm of the couch opposite Adrian. “Hardly your fault if you need to broaden your horizons to other studios just to get work history, is it?” she asks with a small laugh. Georgia wasn’t sure specifically why Finn wouldn’t want Adrian on camera, maybe personal reasons or maybe professional, but she figured the tip was relatively harmless and expected it to go unused. A part of her thought about letting him know she was almost hiring at her studio in Vegas, but decided it would probably be bad form, professionally speaking.

[georgia-jereau]

rothane​:

♣️

Georgia’s comment has Rowan’s lips turning upward in a smile. The blonde has always been a sucker for romance — even when said romance comes in less than normal circumstances. “Did you get a real ring at least?” She asks with a raise of her brows. “I had one of those cheap wedding bands they sell on the strip. Bought it on an impulse and it turned my finger green for a month.” At least it hadn’t stained her engagement ring, but there had certainly been no love lost when she traded it in for the real deal a few weeks after they got back to Louisiana. Though ever the sentimental type, it’s stored away in a box of mementos from what feels like another lifetime. When Georgia hesitates, Rowan is afraid she’s crossed a line by bringing Mal up at all. Obviously she isn’t privy to the details surrounding their relationship, but she’s aware of the fact that he has been in prison and the two had gone through the terrible loss of their daughter, something that she can’t even imagine. While Andy’s time in prison had been rough, at least she had Maddie. The idea of it being any other way sends a wave of nausea through her. But she doesn’t miss the way Georgia refers to Olympus as home when it comes to Mal, nor the fact that he’s apparently coming back. “Is he plannin’ on patching over?” They could use the numbers, especially when it comes to someone who knows what they’re doing rather than another fresh faced prospect or the patchover she’s heard whispered about – something she isn’t entirely sure is a good idea at all in the first place. A laugh comes when Georgia continues, eyes rolling. “Could always fuck him and then kill him,” she points out, joking. “The first little bit is hard. I kinda felt like me and Andy barely knew each other when he came home,” she admits, lips pursing together momentarily. “And then you add in everything else goin’ on right now…” a hand moves to vaguely gesture around them as if to point out the million ticking time bombs that seem to be waiting around Olympus. 

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Georgia smiles warmly. “We did do real rings. Just bands though. He proposed while we were drinking outside a motel so there wasn’t an engagement ring or anythin’.” she admits, thought it doesn’t bother her, then hold out her hand to show said ring and the blank ink beneath it. “Got the tattoo a few months later after a fight. I had a tendency to throw the ring at his head. Figured I could use something a bit more permanent.” she says with a smile. Deciding on her nail polish, Georgia headed over to one of the manicurists’ stations, settling in and giving over her hands to the technician. When Rowan mentioned Mal patching over Georgia just shook her head. “I honestly don’t know.” she said, and while she probably wouldn’t tell Rowan if the answer was ‘no’, right now she’s being completely truthful. “He’s not one to just... let shit go though.” she admits. Hell, he’d gone to get his bike and his cut, so more than likely he was going to patch over to Olympus, but it was nothing she felt liked focusing on. Hearing Rowan mention that she and Andy felt like strangers is comforting, in a strange way, and she looks at Rowan and gives her a solemn nod. “Yeah.” Georgia agreed. “I mean, there’s no one in the world who knows me like he does... but he’s missed so much... and that’s-” she cuts off, pursing her lips, unable to find a word she likes to complete the sentence and so she just leaves it. Maybe it’s because there’s something addictive about giving the words a voice, or maybe because she thinks Rowan might understand, but she lowers her voice and speaks honestly. “I never felt whole with him being gone... but now he’s back and I think... I think I just got used to working with what I had. And it just feels so off-balance.” she says. Almost immediately she regrets the words. It’s too much, too personal and she doesn’t know Rowan. This will almost surely bite her in the ass, so she pastes a brilliant smile on her face. “I think you’ve got the right idea sugar. Fuck him, then kill him is the only way to go.”

[georgia-jereau]

reinathane​:

Reina waves a hand at the compliment, although her pretenses that she won’t accept it are complete bullshit considering the fact that she loves a good ego stroke whenever she can get it. It’s well warranted, she thinks — Fortuna is fucking immaculate, despite her fake modesty. “Say the word and I’ll see what I can do for you,” she nods, leaving it at that — but she’ll definitely be looking into doing something nice regarding the casino for Georgia and Mal (that is, if she so chooses to bring him along). Even Reina can admit it feels nice to just chat with a friend like normal and push all the bullshit that’s been plaguing her mind to the side. Weirdly enough, she needed this quick little waiting room break, and she’ll never say it but she’s grateful for Georgia at the moment and she’s not above thanking her in discreet, which is really the only way Reina knows how. “One for now — between that and Calliope I’ve got my hands full enough, but we’ll see what the future holds. I like being busy.” And while Iris is surely about to keep her busy enough even without her business’s to distract her, Reina’s been known to often bite off more than she can chew. “You find anything worth your time to keep you busy down here or are you still managing your shit in Vegas from afar?” Honestly, Reina hates thinking about her friend’s fucking brothel business but if it keeps the conversation from veering down the road of her own problems, she’s willing to endure it.

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Georgia sipped her latte and gave a small nod. “I will. Promise.” she says with a lazy grin. She loved a good hotel stay. She had so many memories in sleazy motels or sleeping in her car, having the money and means to stay someplace expensive and luxurious was always something that lifted her spirits. Georgia nods her head, rolling her eyes when Reina says she likes to stay busy. It’s not an unkind gesture, but more one of understanding. “I keep saying I’m slowing down and calling in early retirement but then I keep taking shit on.” she admits. “I’m doing some consulting work for Finn’s studio. Gonna help him get that off the ground.” she says. A part of her thinks about the familiarity of the businesses in Vegas, the things she built from the ground up with Mal. It would be a lie to say she didn’t miss it a little, but to back would feel like a step backward. Georgia preferred to be moving forward. “I think what’s in Vegas should stay there. I can manage well enough from here.” she says with a shrug. “New chapter, and all that.”

[georgia-jereau]

maelstrcm​:

-

Mal waited quietly for her response, hoping she wouldn’t leave him there alone to wallow in the presence of their daughter. He stayed in the position he was in, twisted around slightly and watching the kitchen door until Georgia walked through it and returned to the living room, her head held high, where it should have been without her having to force it there. He could see through her stoic stance; though he didn’t doubt her strength, he knew she was feigning some of it right now - especially because if their roles were reversed, he wouldn’t be able to mask his feelings in the way that she was hiding hers right now.

With one hand still on the box, the other patting the empty seat on the couch beside him, Mal looked at Georgia almost hopefully, almost forgetting what he wanted to say in his worry that she’d reject his request, or worse; tell him to leave. Their relationship had been on the rocks before he’d been arrested, but now he was free, he didn’t want it to stay there. They were better than this. Stronger. He just had to keep believing that. “Come sit with us.” Mal asked her quietly, a level of vulnerability expressed on his face that only she’d ever be allowed to see.

It should’ve been him in the fucking box, not Rosie.

“I know I can’t make this right, Peach, not like I want to. Just… sit back down for a moment. Please.”

∆

Georgia watched Mal put his hand on the empty space beside him. Pain lanced through her heart at his words. ‘Sit with us’. It felt cruel, though she knew that hadn’t been how he’d meant it. Still her face turned to the side, eyes closing as she took another beat to compose herself. Deep breath in, hold it, then release. She forced herself forward, arms still locked around her chest like it was the only thing keeping it from ripping open. Approaching him, for another moment she just stared down at him and the box in his hands. The last time the three of them had been together, she’d barely been speaking to Mal, still furious with his lying, his stupid fucking choices that had brought consequences down on the business, on the girls who depended on her. As angry, as frightened as she had been then, Georgia really hadn’t expected anything to happen to her or Rosie. He’d always kept them safe before. There were times over the past years, especially immediately in the wake of losing their daughter, when Georgia had blamed him, but that feeling never lasted long. Couldn’t. She loved him too damn much. A dark part of her thinks maybe she loved Mal more than she’d loved Rosie, and if that was true then maybe she’d never deserved her daughter. If that was true, then she was no better than he own Momma, choosing Georgia’s prick of a father over her seven children every time the choice had to be made. 

Georgia listened carefully before sinking down beside Mal, still stiff for a moment. Her thigh was pressed against his, arm against arm, not leaving any space between them since it didn’t seem like space was what he needed. Taking a deep breath, she reached out her hand and took his, her wedding band still there. She hadn’t taken it off since the day of the break-in. It felt like some weird pull of fate, that she’d put it on the day she’d found him again. “There was a small service. Bunch of people sent flowers. I think I might have spoken, but I was in a fog the whole time, pretty much survived on a cocktail of pills to get me through the day.” Georgia tells him, even though he hadn’t asked. Her voice is thick, but she’s not actively crying and that might be the best she can do right now. “I have some pictures and her birth certificate in a safe. Donated anything that didn’t go up in smoke to a women’s shelter. I couldn’t- I needed it to not be in the house, not that there was much left.” she admitted tightly, giving his hand a small squeeze. While she speaks, Georgia’s gaze in focused on the wall in front of her, but she’s not seeing anything except the charred furniture and the remains of what had been her baby’s bedroom. “The coroner said it was smoke inhalation. She was gone before the actual fire reached her room. She was just too tiny and she’d had that cough so her lungs just couldn’t-” she cut herself off, twisting her lips together, not feeling the need to explain further. Georgia took another deep breath and squeezed Mal’s hand again, more for herself this time. It was a reminder that though the grief was still swarming around them, it was not fresh, this was not new, and she could survive it even though she didn’t always want to. So could he. 

[georgia-jereau]

maelstrcm​:

-

Mal found himself unable to form any more words as he stared at the tiny box in his hands; forget trying to speak, it was like he’d slowly lost the ability to move, and everything else in the room had just disappeared - he hardly even noticed that Georgia had left the room, too consumed in his grief all over again to notice anything at all. He shouldn’t have been holding Rosie in a fucking box. It was his fault that she’d ended up like this, and that he wasn’t teaching her normal things, like how to ride a bike, instead; helping her with her homework, being forced to watch Disney movies by her and then secretly enjoying them anyway.

Holy shit. It was his fucking fault. That hit him like a ton of bricks every single time. Seven years later and it hurt just as much, if not more.

Still, he felt like something was missing. No shit. Yeah, there was something missing, and she was elsewhere in the house. Mal’s whole family, the only family he had aside from the club, were all under one roof right now, yet Georgia wasn’t there by his side. As if he was snapped out of whatever trance had locked his muscles into place, he relaxed his arms a little, setting the box carefully in his lap and twisting round slightly in an attempt to see where Georgia might have gone. “Hey. G.” He called out, his voice still a little softer than it might have usually been. “Peach. C’mere.”

∆

Georgia bit on her lips and kept focusing on her breathing. In and out. In and out. It’s been seven years. This isn’t new. She’s had a long time to get used to this feeling. She knows it well, and wants it back in the locked box she usually keeps it in. When she hears Mal call for her, she’s almost grateful fo have something else to focus on. She takes a deep breath and clears her throat as quietly as she can. “Yeah, one sec.” she calls back, pushing herself back to standing and picking up her wine glass from where she’d set it beside her on the floor. Walking over to the sink she runs cool water and grabs a paper towel to blow her nose and dry her face, hoping the sound of running water eclipses it. Grabbing another paper towel she wets it and cleans up her face, removing any signs of her little breakdown. Taking another dip breath she finishes her wine and turns off the sink, throwing the paper towels into the trash can as she passes by it.

Walking back into the room, she folds her arms across her chest. Her chin is high and she’s making an effort to look unbothered, her eyes purposefully trained on his and not dipping to look at the box in his hands. She approaches him but doesn’t get too close, though grief had changed her anger at him, softened it somewhat, she still wasn’t happy with him but fuck, she’d missed him. The simple fact that she wasn’t alone anymore had her voice coming out more gentle than it had been. “I’m here. What do you need?” she asked, hoping he couldn’t see any traces of tears on her face. There was no cure for this, none that she had found, but if he needed something that was within her power to give him, it was his. Seven years apart and she was still wrapped around his goddamn finger.

[georgia-jereau]

cainethompson​:

Δ

“I’m sure. He’s been in there for a while, hasn’t he?” he wonders, unsure how long exactly now that he thinks about it. All Caine knows is that he hadn’t met him until he was already in prison, fundamentally. The man had never wanted Caine’s help to try and get him out of the mess that he was in at the time. Now that he was a free man, Caine wondered if Mal was as self-sacrificing as he had been back then. “Yeah, we can do that. I’d love to see your place,” he mentions, knowing that there’s no way that they could possibly host Georgia and Mal. Thinking back to his place, it might just explode if they add one more person inside of it. “Hey, I am in no place to judge. I’m the king of takeout or I guess, I was. Now that Reina is around, there’s a bit less of my kind of takeout—” which happened to mostly be diner food with a side of scotch. Kids were too much of a fan of that combination (or they shouldn’t be). “I’d be happy to bring over something to drink though. I’ve got some good wines still from Vegas,” he assures her.

∆

Georgia takes a deep breath and lets it out with a sigh. “Seven very long years.” she confirms with a tight smile but gives a little shrug of her shoulders. A part of her wondered if acting like things were normal would make them feel normal again, and she hoped that was the case because it was the strategy she was going with. “Of course! I have a big ol’ dining table that never gets used. It’ll be nice to know I didn’t buy it for nothing.” she says with a more relaxed and honest smile on her face. “And it’s up to you guys if the kids come or not. Doesn’t make a difference to me one way or the other.” she added. “I hear you. I wind up eating most of my meals at Calliope or grab one of those ready to go meals from the market.” she admitted without any shame. Georgia had no patience for cooking, she was always distracted and it boiled over or burned or found a new and exciting way to become inedible. “Wine sounds great. I will never say no to a good bottle.” she says with a little laugh. 

[georgia-jereau]

adrianhcndrix​:

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There’s something amusing about such a formal introduction in the middle of a porn studio. Adrian knows it’s more or less a business like anything else, but, same as his job at The Dive, it feels somehow out of place. “Adrian. Uh, Hendrix. I’ve seen you around.” He offers, leaning in to shake the woman’s hand. 

He finds himself wandering back onto the set because he doesn’t know what else to do here with someone observing him now. “You working here? Like… a business parter or something?” He hard a hard time imagining her as part of the talent pool. Not because she wasn’t hot, but because she looked a little too put together. And Adrian had already, unfairly perhaps, made assumptions about the type of people who would be working for Finn. Honestly, Adrian imagined people who looked a little more like himself.

∆

“The Dive, right?” she asks, though she’s pretty certain. She hadn’t been to a ton of other places in Olympus and only bothered with the Dive and Calliope when it came to being social. “Nice to meet you, Adrian.” Georgia said with a small nod. “I’m starring in ‘Naughty Nun’s Cum-vent 6′.” she said, managing to keep her face expressionless for only a moment before cracking a wide smile and shaking her head. “I’m doing some consulting. I have a studio of my own in Nevada. How ‘bout you?” she asked, tipping her head to the side in curiosity.

[georgia-jereau]

maelstrcm​:

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Sometimes, Mal wondered why he said the things he said when he knew they’d only infuriate Georgia more. She probably thought he got off on it or some shit; hell, he knew there’d been times where he’d gotten mad and she’d been ready to immediately jump his bones. Not now, though. Oh, they had so many years of emotions to let out, and they wouldn’t just slowly seep into conversation. They’d explode violently into reality at any given moment, and right now, it was one of said moments. Mal had said what he wanted to say, but at what cost?

Then she full-named him, and suddenly he felt like a child being scolded all over again. It would forever amaze him how a word as simple as his name could hold such power over him when spoken by Georgia. He was frozen to the spot as she walked by him, only relaxing and moving again when she was out of sight. Somehow, this felt more intense than any argument they’d had before, but only because their baby girl was involved in such a way. Mal took a seat again, half tempted to reach for her wine glass and neck the rest of its contents, but soon Georgia reappeared again, a small box clutched tightly between her hands.

Fuck.

He wanted to reach for the box without hesitation - the only thing stopping him was the fear of Georgia reacting badly, as he could only guess how emotionally attached she was to the box and its contents. Hell, if he was her, he’d probably kill anybody else who dared touch it, but god, if he didn’t just want to hold his daughter again. After a painfully long few minutes of silence, he reached out slowly, picking up the box as if it was the most fragile thing he’d ever handled in his life. “Hey, princess. Long time no see.” His voice was low, because if he spoke any louder, the emotions causing his tone to waver would have been even more obvious.

∆

Georgia swept out of the room without saying anything. It was too much. She didn’t want to see Mal pick up the small, enameled wood box with a rose embossed in the top. It felt wrong. It reminded her how achingly empty her arms were, as if they’d never quite gotten used to not having the weight of their daughter in them. Georgia moved quietly into the kitchen, and she told herself it was to give him privacy. He needed to grieve in his own way, to say hello and goodbye in his own way. Slipping into the kitchen and out of sight and braced herself against the wall and took a deep breath, closing her eyes as she felt them beginning to burn.

The anger in her was shifting into something unwanted and familiar. It was tearing at the grief that was still a jagged scar inside of her heart. She lifts the wine glass to her mouth and takes a fortifying sip even as her fingers tremble. There’s only silence in the house for a long time and Georgia just focuses on trying to keep her breathing even even though she can feel her throat trying to close. Through the quiet of the house, she can hear him plainly when he says hello to Rosie, and it feels like a physical blow to her chest. Eyes still squeezed shut, Georgia presses her free hand to her lips as her face crumples, desperate to keep the sob from escaping. Images are rocketing across her mind of Mal holding Rosie, falling asleep with her on his chest, her chubby fists reaching for him whenever he walked into a room. It’s unbearable. Knowing Mal was holding the ashes of their baby girl in the hands that had once held her sweet face, it felt like losing her all over again. Quietly, Georgia slid down the wall until she was sitting on the floor, drawing her knees up close to her chest as if maybe, if she became compact enough, curled in tight enough, it would be easier to hold herself together.

Guilt swirled into her grief, because part of her wanted to comfort Mal, but she didn’t know how. Even after seven years, all she had managed was to focus on other things, to distract herself with work or loud bars and when that didn’t work there was wine or whiskey or sleeping pills. She had no advice, no sage wisdom to give him. A few tears leaked from her closed eyes and sluiced down her cheeks as her breathing became shorter, smaller inhales through her nose. She just needed to stay quiet and give him his time, and then she could compose herself. Just a few minutes until she found a way to shove these feelings back down, just a few moments to break before she glued herself back together for him. 

[georgia-jereau]

izzyrojas​:

❀

“None of the above,” she tells the woman with nonchalance coating her voice. “It kicks my ass so I can keep having the best ass in Olympus,” Izzy reminds Georgia, as if there is a competition that Georgia may not know about. It’s a competition of one and Izzy has decided that she is the only one that wins. “Plus, I also get to see all the hot people that are actually there for anger management and that’s pretty fucking fun to watch. I mean, the sweat and the muscles…? Yeah, sign me up.”

∆

The laugh isn’t mocking, but one of appreciation as it leaves Georgia’s mouth. “I admire your work ethic.” she says with a nod and a sip of her iced tea. The other reasons are very understandable in Georgia’s mind. She couldn’t deny there was something inherently attractive about watching good looking people throw punches. A grin curves the edges of her mouth as her mind drifts to the times she’s seen her husband beat the shit out of someone, and distantly she knows that’s problematic, but damn if it doesn’t get her blood racing. “Now that I understand. Maybe I should just set up my lemonade and my lounge chair there. Relax and watch everyone, maybe hold up score cards.” she jokes with a shrug.

[georgia-jereau]

rothane​:

♣️

“Never been very lucky,” she snorts, eyes rolling. It’s self deprecating but in the moment Rowan can’t help but think how true it is — maybe it’s the whole town. There’s just a cloud of bad luck hanging over them, raining down on everyone any time something starts to go even a little bit right. “Technically I don’t remember much of my actual wedding either — we eloped in Vegas at like four in the morning. But his mom insisted on throwin’ a real ceremony a couple months later.” She lets out a small chuckle at it, eyes rolling. It had been a big, expensive ordeal that Rowan hadn’t thought was necessary at all but she had never been one to want to disappoint Rhea Thane – and besides, as much as it pains her to admit, the older woman had been right and years later she’s happy to have the pictures and memories. While Georgia opts for a dark blue, Rowan eyes a pale pink – ‘Ballet Slippers’. “It’ll be twelve years on the 4th, so not quite.” Her lips purse momentarily, unsure of whether she should ask about Georgia’s husband – Rowan’s not aware of all the details of their marriage, but she knows enough to know he had been locked up at one point. It’s a subject she herself is all too familiar with though she’s unsure if it’s appropriate to bring up in the middle of a nail salon. “Speakin’ of husbands… I heard through the grapevine Mal’s been around.” She broaches the subject tentatively, her nosey nature unable to resist. “We don’t have to talk about it, if you don’t want to. But if you do…” she trails off a little, shrugging. While there is no denying that her obsessive need to know everything is partly fueling the question, she also understands Georgia’s position – at least a little bit, and is genuinely curious as to how the adjustment is going. 

∆

Georgia snorts quietly at the comment about luck. Living here, she couldn’t blame Rowan for feeling that way. A soft laugh breaks out and lights up Georgia’s face at the story of the woman’s wedding, or rather her weddings. “That was us. Five weeks of drinking and fucking and just generally poor moral decisions, then I was in a cheap white sundress on the strip with a ring on my finger.” Georgia said, her heart tightening for a moment at the memory before she let it slide away. She nodded when Rowan said it would be twelve years. It made her happy for them. She couldn’t explain why, exactly. There was just something about strong people coming together, about the love and loyalty it took to make a thing last that warmed her heart in a way she probably would never admit. Fuck all if people found out the brothel owning, porn slinging woman was a romantic at heart. Georgia picks up a new nail polish, regarding it before putting it back, pausing for only the space of a heartbeat when Mal’s name is mentioned. “He has been, yeah.” Georgia says with a nod. “I dropped him off at the airport the other day. He needed to get his bike and his other shit from Nevada. He should be home in a few days.” she added with a smile. A part of her wanted to talk about the conflicting emotions, ask what she should do, how she should proceed, but she didn’t. Instead she just shrugged a shoulder. “We’ll see if I fuck him or kill him. It’s a coin toss, at this point.” she said with a grin that seemed like she was trying to make a joke, but it was obvious the mixed emotions were eating at her still. 

[georgia-jereau]

finnoconnor​:

-

“Yeah, I’ll talk to her. We’re cool, I think. If not I’ll find someone else.” Izzy was the better option for sure and she wouldn’t be bothered by the nature of the work. Hell, he was kind of shocked she hadn’t asked to be an actress yet. Finn nodded at her agreement to help. They had yet to work out her cut of the revenue for when it all did start coming in. He wouldn’t deny that he needed her, though. His knowledge only went so far and he wasn’t much of an academic to do the full research. Not that he hadn’t tried, but he also didn’t have the time. He still worked at the Dive, then there was the club, and his side duties trying to play protector of everyone in the club and associated. Not something he was necessarily told he had to do but took on anyways. A lot of which had been hard to do lately. Something that had been nagging at him more and more. 

“That reminds me. We should write up a contract or some shit, for you.” He started. “I got you, Bowie from the Dive and a couple guys. One I found in New Orleans and the other came in from California for a new start. I also got a camera person and the sound person. Only one for each but I figured that was a good start.” He’d be directing as much as possible with their assistance. “Kind of obvious I need you, though. Think you might just be the glue that puts all this together, Georgia.” It was his way of saying thank you, without so many words.

∆

Georgia nodded. “I’ll get something whipped up with my usual terms and you can have your lawyer look over it. If there’s anything that needs to be talked over or discussed, we’ll go from there.” she offered with a smile. As he listed off the employees, a small smirk came to her face at the mention of Bowie, one of her favorite faces in this town. It was a good start, a damn good one all things considered. The only reason Georgia had been in a slightly better position when she’d opened her studio was because she already had a bunch of girls at the brothel who respected her and trusted her, other than that all of this felt very familiar to her. “It’s a great start, Finn. Don’t let anyone tell ya’ different.” she told him, her voice kind but firm. The kind words he offers up are not missed by her and her smile softens a bit. These were her favorite kinds of compliments, the ones that weren’t focused on her looks or her wit, but her skill... her ability. A part of her wanted to say that he was family, but she knew that the truth was she barely knew him. Seth vouched for him though and he wore a patch, that was all she needed to be willing to work with him. “Well, you got me.” she tells him with a nod, not wanting to say ‘thank you’ for the words even though she’s grateful for them. Instead, she’ll just offer her work and her loyalty. They were more valuable than a thanks anyway. “C’mon, let look at the boring paperwork and find out a way to turn cum into money.” she said, nodding towards the hall where she assumed his office was.