take a sad song & make it better

jude rigbydjinnprofessor of music performanceco-owner of the crimson clover adult entertainment club

[heyxxjude]

owen-jackson‌:

Jackson was fidgety, jumpy, and it was all too telling in his body language, and when Jude worried he could bolt, she was likely right in that assumption. Jackson didn’t ask for help. It was just something he didn’t do. Trust wasn’t given easy by the human, nor was his ability to be vulnerable with others, and yet, here he was, forcing himself to face both things with the djinn. Jackson couldn’t help the way he hesitated when she took his hand, knowing full well what the touch meant with the Djinn, but he forced himself to remember that this was Jude. Jude that Noah trusted. Jude that Elliot trusted. So he made himself nod, fingers curling against hers, allowing her to lead him upstairs. 

Jackson moves into the office as she opened the door, moving towards the couch, but finds himself pacing for a moment, hesitating, ready to take back things that hadn’t even been said yet, ready to just say never mind and head back towards the cells. But the nagging pull on the back of his mind of what he was so desperate to see kept him there, forced him to sit on the edge of the couch, his knee bouncing anxiously, his hands never really being able to still. “Right, yeah, I um–” Jackson pauses for a moment, trying to form the right words. “Your uh, your visions, you can make people see anything right? Like, other people? Real people? I mean, I know like, of course it’s just a vision but you can still make someone see them right? Like you could make me see like, Noah right now, not actually him, but you could make me see him?” He says, words rambling a bit, clearly nervous to get to his actual point. 

It was difficult for the djinn to hide her smile as she listened to the way Jackson seemed to talk himself into following through with what was likely an impulsive search for her in the first place.  Thankfully her face wasn’t visible as he took her hand and she led him through the club, giving it a gentle squeeze of reassurance every so often.  He could trust her, the same as Elliot and Noah.  Jude prided herself on the fact that she wasn’t like the other djinn on the island, even if she did still have blood on her hands that could never be washed away.  It was why she tried so hard in the first place, worked to ignore the instincts that her species tried to dictate from her behavior.

His behavior and actions were noted as she glanced over the papers on her desk, once again finding herself hiding a smile.  It was something of a relief when he stopped pacing and found a perch on the edge of the couch, nervous words washing over her as she stood and slowly approached him as if he were a cornered animal.  Asking for help often came down to pride, she thought.  And it was clear that it was difficult, Jude trying to ease him as much as she could.  “I can make you see anything and anyone you wish, lovely.  In fact, Noah and I have had quite a few discussions of creating a vision of him finally fucking Magnus,” she offered with a bit of a wry grin, hoping the levity might help.  “Or at the very least Luke Skywalker.  But yes, I do have that ability.  Though I doubt you came here to ask for something similar, or to ask for a vision of a man whose door you can simply knock on when you wish to visit him.”  It was gentle encouragement, her steps finally reaching the couch and she had to stop herself from reaching out to take Jackson’s hand again in reassurance.  “What do you need to see, my darling?”

[lewisjameson]

Memories || Lewis-Jude

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lewisjameson‌:

Not yet, two little words that were right then all he needed to hear. Lewis tried to not think of those memories, knowing she’d pick up on it and he didn’t want to upset her by what he had seen right before he left the Island. It was strange that only now he had the true proof that everything had been an illusion, at the time that was hard to determine and he didn’t get the chance to see her to verify she was truly alright when he had suddenly left. “Oh I am happy to be back, no denying that. The year away has been anything but easy, not gonna lie. At least I can just focus on my studies again, and everyone I care about is here, which so includes you but you know that.” He chuckled a bit.

“You know I’d kneel for you anytime at all.” He grinned a little playfully, turning it into a smile as his eyes closed as well. Being near her brought a kind of peace of mind that he needed. “I remembered little things, classes for sure. Some faces, yours included but I couldn’t quite remember who you were, not until I got a letter from my dad, one I sent to him and mom right after the storm, right before tragedy struck at home. I mentioned you in it, yet it made no sense to me seeing my own handwriting writing about someone I couldn’t recall very well. They really pull a number on the memories here.” He said in a soft voice. “But all that can wait until later, I’m probably taking up too much of your time now anyway.” He remarked with a smile, knowing she must have a lot more to do now with her new title.

Looking down into her eyes, he let some of the memories return, the good ones. “I missed you, Jude.” Lewis whispered as his nose softly slid against hers, pressing a kiss to her lips. “If you have some time, maybe we could go for a drink or something? I do think we have some catching up to do, I want to hear all about your year.”

“I would enjoy hearing about your year of absence, if you do not mind recalling it.”  But if he didn’t, she wouldn’t hold it against him.  Jude knew far too well how damaging dwelling on painful thoughts and memories could be; far be it for her to demand he did the same.  True to him, there was little emotion beyond the positive in how he even mildly recounted what sounded like a trying time.  It was a quality that she admired in Lewis, one she often tried to fake but just as often failed in the attempt.  A genuine smile did blossom as he confirmed what she already knew, fingers moving to brush against his cheek as she gazed up at him once again.  “I do know that, but it does not mean that I don’t enjoy hearing such things pass between your lips.  You’re special, and always have been.  Though I will take you up on the kneeling later,” she couldn’t help but tease.  It wasn’t her focus in the moment, but later ... oh yes, later she certainly could take advantage of that.

The djinn remained quiet as he recounted the way his absence from the island had affected his thoughts, pads of her fingers continuing to stroke the smooth skin of his cheek.  Perhaps it was her continuing to reassure herself that he was real, and back, and here.  Though it was oddly comforting to know he’d had some physical reassurance away from the island in the form of that letter, Jude flattered that he’d written about her in any way.  “When I left upon graduation,” she recalled quietly.  “I wouldn’t say I was luckier than most, but I had ... someone who reminded me of everything.  It’s a rarity, but it helped.”

She was quiet for a beat before returning his smile, chuckling softly under her breath.  “Though it pains me to hear you say such things about my time; I’ve mostly been keeping myself busy with the new position and likely going a bit overboard in preparation for the semester.  And even if that wasn’t the case, I’ve always been happy to make time for you, my darling.  A drink sounds wonderful.”  The smile she flashed him was brilliant before their lips met, a soft sigh exhaled against his mouth as her arms wrapped around his neck.  “I missed you, Lewis.  Much has happened this past year, and I will tell you all about it, but that is also the truth.  It is good to have you back.”

[heyxxjude]

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owen-jackson‌:

Jackson’s stance waivered a little as he made his way towards Jude and settled there, letting her kiss his cheek, though his body remained ridged and awkward, anxiety running through him. His head bows a little, hand scratching at the back of his neck as he gives a small apologetic look. “Sorry, I just uh–” He cuts himself off, excuses falling short, he was really just impatient to see Jude, to ask her for a vision that he knew would express a hell of a lot more vulnerability than he wanted to, but right now he needed it.

After his rental with Colton, it was like there was a constant weight on his chest, images of those he cared about dead, gone, and even though he knew they were alive, his mind kept trying to rewire, to insist they were gone. The ones on the island were easy enough to remedy, and his mother was there to talk to over the phone, but his siblings, little Zach and Olivia, those were what left a constant ache in his chest that he couldn’t get rid of. “Something like that.” He says, uncertainty resting in on his face as he takes in a small breath. “Could we go up to your office? I uh, I have a favour to ask.” 

Even without her abilities fully focusing on Jackson, it would be easy to tell that not only was he anxious, but something was weighing on him.  It was clear in his body language and nervous movements.  In fact, if it wasn’t clear that he’d been seeking her out she’d have half expected him to simply bolt.  Despite his inebriation and behavior, she still looked at him with kind eyes as he didn’t even try to explain away his rudeness.  “Come on then, lovely.  Upstairs again,” she offered, taking his hand to lead the way there and hopefully provide a little more steadiness and allow a few less people to be bowled over in his anticipation.

Jude unlocked the office from a key she’d tucked away into her cleavage, heels clicking across the floor as she made her way to the desk and gestured for the slave to take a seat on the couch again.  It took a few moments to go over the paperwork that had been laid on her desk for her attention, noting nothing urgent before putting it aside and placing her full attention on him.  “So.  A favor to ask, hm?  What can I do for you this evening, Jackson?”

[heyxxjude]

what’s owed | jude & noah

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noahwrightx‌:

“Alright,” was the only response he gave when she rejected his offer of a drink, the single word a little strained where Noah was usually so intentionally light and easy. It had been his habit for as long as he could remember to appear relaxed and at ease no matter the circumstance, but it was difficult to lie to Jude these days. 

Difficult, and pointless, even if he could have. She would know exactly what he was thinking no matter how good his acting.

Perhaps that was why he did not bother attempting to fill the silence further. Where he might usually have rambled, attempted to ease the tension with any number of jokes or fanciful tales, now he only stood, waited, arms folded over his chest protectively, eyes tracking the progress of a single feather on the floor–Chantilly’s, not his, too small to have come from his wings–which shifted minutely with little movements of the air.

He was still watching it, jaw working silently, when Jude’s voice sounded in his head.

Noah’s head whipped up at that, eye’s going wide with both surprise and a touch of alarm–his immediate, instinctive reaction to being able to so clearly feel someone else’s presence in his head. So many years of built up walls and carefully guarded secrets had his hackles raising at the intrusion, but it was only a moment before the panic eased. This was Jude, after all–he’d known she was in his head for quite some time now, and had chosen to share his secrets with her for almost as long. Hearing her voice in his head–literally, not just the occasional moments when his conscience sounded just a little like her–was new, but no more frightening than she was any other time. 

Alarm turning to curiosity, he cocked his head to one side, but did not yet ask how she had done that. Given that he knew she’d heard the entirety of his reaction, he assumed she’d tell him if she wanted to. So he only shrugged, arms still folded tightly over his chest. 

“No,” he said simply, the fingers of one hand lifting briefly to wave the sentiment away before settling against his arm once more. “It’s–I mean, you were right. I ain’t–yeah. The truth is the truth. God knows you know the truth about me more than most.”

The silence loomed large between them, though only metaphorical.  Nothing was ever silent in Jude’s mind, her abilities and her lack of control over them not allowing it.  The most she’d ever accomplished had occurred decades prior, to turn the mental volume down so that the usual cacophony of people’s thoughts was white noise.  But even with that, the people she cared for always rang bright and true in her head.  And Noah, Noah she cared for.

Which was why shame burned across her cheeks as she saw his reaction to her new ability, watching as surprise turned to acceptance.  Watched as he physically gave no indication that there may be forgiveness, or even a softening.  She expected it, she knew the walls that he had built within himself to keep people out.  Walls she had been helping him bring down, brick by brick, shame by shame, confession by confession.  They were up again as best as he could construct them.  But just because she’d been expecting it didn’t mean it hurt any less.

And she deserved it.

Jude closed the space between them, reaching out to simply brush her fingers along his forearm, half expecting him to pull away.  “It’s not the truth, Noah.  The truth is that I was hurting that day, in more pain than I’ve felt in two decades, and I lashed out at someone who didn’t deserve it.”  Taking a deep breath, she plowed further.  Whether he would accept her words or not, he still needed to hear it.  “The truth is that anyone can help anyone, whether they are broken or whole.  The truth is that I am so fucking proud of you for how you pushed through everything we’ve been working towards to still try to help me despite me spitting venom at you.  And the truth is that I am wholly, fully sorry but I am terrified that I have ruined what we have and that no apologies will ever fix this divide.”

[heyxxjude]

Jude Rigby AU # 2 - Broken

What happens when you strip a woman committed to non-violence of everything and everyone she loves?  When tragedy strikes in the night and Jude returns from a trip to a home coated in blood, an almost audible snap echos from her mind.  With all lost, any morals and compunctions she might have had regarding revenge flit away faster than the life drained from those she held dear.

Jude has committed years to hunting down not only those who dared to touch her family, but those who hurt and abused her within the last sixty years of her life.  The reunion is an opportunity to harm those who still reside there, those who deserve it; no more and no less.

[heyxxjude]

Jude Rigby AU #1 - The Family

Unsurprising to most who know them, the polyamorous family that Jude and Magnus slowly built continued to grow stronger as the years passed and their partners worked to receive their degrees.  Once everyone graduated, they ultimately made a decision together to leave the island.  No longer under the spell to prevent pregnancy ... the family somewhat exploded.

Jude personally has had two baby girls named Lucy and Penny.  Each’s father is unknown and she feels no reason to seek those answers.  They are a family, and parentage doesn’t much matter to her when they are all happy, healthy, and still very much in love.

@berserkermagnus  @alexisxgrover  @its-theodore  @opheliaxazarel

[voulez-vousatticus]

Dance Partner || Jude&Atticus

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voulez-vousatticus‌:

He let out a loud laugh, shaking his head.  “Oh my god, no, I’ve never had anything like that, which is shocking, considering the source.”  Atticus thought he’d be more nervous or tense, but he felt very relaxed, and assumed it was because of Jude’s overall presence.  His toes curled and straightened in anticipation.  Feeling her fingers again, the different temperature noted, he perked up a little.  “Hey, thanks,” he chuckled.  He rested his chin under folded hands and shut his eyes, as if he was getting a massage.  Atticus let out a shuddering little sigh, both relaxing and tensing, eager for what was to come.

“Not so shocking; I doubt it’s something many people will ever experience in their lives,” she chuckled, the sound growing a little louder at what sounded like surprised gratitude for her fingers suddenly being warmer.  Jude supposed it was one of the benefits of her species and abilities, being able to read what needed to be adjusted and what felt good.  It was likely what made her a good lover, that and the enjoyment she received from giving others pleasure.  Which it seemed she was doing to Atticus if that little sigh was anything to go by, smirking softly to herself as she gradually added another finger.  Her pace remained the same, slow and deliberate as she worked to stretch him, fingers starting to scissor as she ensured she hit his prostate with each slow thrust.

[voulez-vousatticus]

Eat, Boy, Eat || Jude&Atticus

[heyxxjude]

voulez-vousatticus‌:

There was something about listening to people who were both older and wiser that both pissed him off, yet made him feel immensely better.  She was basically just mentioning things that he had been thinking for some time, and it felt good to have them affirmed by someone who wasn’t himself, or an enthusiastically agreeable Theo.  Not that the latter wasn’t ideal, but still.  “And it wasn’t even my fault, and like, I don’t need to scream it from the rooftops, but I feel like I’m looked at differently, and things are getting screwed up in the rumor mill, somehow.  I just don’t see why I’m the bad guy in this scenario.”  He gave a little shrug.  He didn’t think it mattered all that much - the island was full of people much more stubborn than he was, and it wasn’t up to him what people believed… still, it hurt.  “Yeah, like I know I’m not a bad person, but I can’t help but think I still did something wrong… but it was during the hypnosis, you know?”

“I don’t think you are the bad guy in this scenario.  You were a victim to a spell, and someone you deeply cared about took advantage of that magic.  I would be shocked if there had been ill intent behind it, but the result is the same.  There is a bad guy here, Atticus, but it’s not you.”  For what felt like the umpteenth time, Jude found herself grateful she hadn’t been on the island for that particular time.  Iceland had been beyond terrifying, but at least involuntary magic hadn’t been involved.  And there, at least, the bad guy was dead and could never hurt them again.  She sighed, reaching over to simply lace her fingers with his.  “The problem is that because he is generally a good guy, people are going to lay blame elsewhere.  It’s a shitty scenario, and you’re reaping shitty rewards from it.”  Hearing him want to blame himself left her lips thinning as she looked at him.  “In your head, what do you think you could have possibly done wrong?  Concerns like that need to be voiced, if anything because you can usually hear how ridiculous they sound.”

[heyxxjude]

noahwrightx‌:

The soft, muted whimper that came when the paddle struck again was almost grateful, a wordless sound of thanks for giving him what he’d needed. On the best of days, it took more than a few blows to break through the walls he’d built to contain the things he refused to feel, the old hurts that ached to be let out, they both knew that, and this–this was not the best of days. This was a hurt he’d buried deep, had not yet wanted to face. It might have remained buried for a long time yet had Jonah not arrived and brought it so near the surface.

He held himself stiffly, fingers locked around the edge of the bench as he took blow after blow, swallowed back the sounds that each strike threatened to draw out until he could not anymore, until he had to let them fall freely. It was safe here, anyway, with Jude. He could let himself be heard.

With each strike, the hold that Noah kept on his emotions fell away just a little more, loosening with the sense of rightness that came with this punishment, the intensity with which it felt deserved. A lump grew in his throat until the sounds that escaped between blows were no longer cries of pain but choked sobs, and only then did he finally gasp in enough breath to whisper, “Lou–Louisville,” his back curling slightly as he hunched over the bench, no longer bent to receive punishment but rather curling in on himself, shoulders shaking with sobs.

It was a longer session that most; and this was the easy part.

Relatively easy, at least.  Jude took no particular joy in doling out pain regardless if it was for pleasure or as it was in this case, for helping and healing.  Yet still the paddle fell again and again until she could feel that edge to his thoughts and emotions, recognizing it after so many of these weekly beatings.  He was nearing the limit, the moment of breakthrough that allowed the reaper’s emotions to flow freely when he kept such a tight hold around them on a daily basis.

She supposed her abilities made the use of a safe word mostly unnecessary; the thoughts always came before it was spoken aloud.  But still she emphasized the use of them.  The djinn might not have required them to know where a submissive’s head was at, but others did.  Better to encourage their steady practice than to make exceptions.

Noah’s sobs broke her heart as they always did, though the well of pain behind them this time was deeper than usual.  Louisville fell from his lips as the paddle fell from her fingers, immediately abandoning the physical torment to assist in the emotional torment that led him to seek these sessions out in the first place.  She draped her smaller body over his, careful to avoid the tender flesh of his rear as she simply comforted in the moment, denying her impulse to quiet those sobs.

Those tears were the entire point of this.  Instead she pressed gentle kisses to the uninjured flesh of his shoulders, fingers threading through his hair in comfort.  “Talk to me, love.  Unburden the weight that you’ve been carrying so heavily on your shoulders this week.”

[lewisjameson]

Memories || Lewis-Jude

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lewisjameson‌:

Walking around campus, more memories returning along the way. Lewis was glad to be back, even if the lesser memories returned as well. Stopping by a tree, he just looked at the ground, a spot he knew from before he had to go home quite suddenly. The spot was where he had sat on the ground, holding the lifeless and bleeding body of Jude. “Miss Jude..” He whispered, though they were close, he had never refrained from calling her Miss, and he still wouldn’t. Now he knew that it had all been a vision that had been planted in his head, an illusion, yet it had felt real. Almost too real.

Lewis hadn’t wanted to leave at all, but there was no choice as the news had come that he had lost his adoptive mother. Hunted down, his father surviving, things had been rough back home. At least his father would be safe now as Lewis had paid quite a personal price for it. It didn’t matter anymore now and it hadn’t change Lewis and the optimistic way he always had been. On the contrary, it made him more determined to enjoy life in every way possible. As he kept walking, looking around to see what had changed, he soon found himself near the Performing Arts classes. A smile crept on his face as he went inside and moved through the hallway. It was quiet, classes were done so he didn’t expect anyone. That was until he walked passed an open classroom door and looked inside, seeing the back of someone and not just any someone. Jude, her back towards the door but he recognised her anyway. A grin appeared as he leaned against the doorway. “Did you miss me?” He said out of the blue to catch her attention. Even just from behind, she looked amazing, and best of all, alive.

@heyxxjude

With the new semester and her new position, it was possible that Jude was going a bit overboard.  Three years prior it had been something of a shock to discover that not only was she a capable professor, but she enjoyed it.  Now the djinn was faced with another change in her position on the island, one that promised more responsibilities and more bureaucracy.  Whether she would enjoy it remained to be seen, but in the meantime she was overcompensating for her insecurities by ensuring each classroom was not only clean but as well prepared as it could be.  Not really her job, but that didn’t matter.  It helped to settle some of the nerves that were currently roosting in her stomach.

Though as she caught the flitter of a thought, it seemed as if they returned.  Not nerves so much as butterflies.  Lewis.  At one time she’d been worried that the events of the storm had seen the end of the man as it had been for so many - some by her own hand.  After asking around, she’d discovered that it hadn’t been the case for the human.  But relief still flooded at the tangible evidence in her mind, smile soft before he spoke and she turned around to see it with her own eyes.  “What sort of question is that?”

It was exhaled on a breath before she closed the distance between them to give him a hug and a lingering kiss to the cheek, fingers reaching up to push through his hair in pure affection.  “Of course I did, my darling.  In fact, I’m quite ecstatic that fate deemed we see each other again.”  Jude pulled back to smile up at him, grin still warm and in no danger of falling any time soon.  “How are you, lovely?”

[heyxxjude]

awry | jude & katell

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brightwood-duchess‌:

Katell felt cold at Jude’s words. Doubt climbed into her, making her think this was a mistake that was too late to take back. She gasped when her wrist was taken and the world around them faded away.

Katell’s eyes settled on a familiar forest. The trees were gnarled and old, growing twisted and haggard as they competed for whatever light could pierce through the dense treetops. A forest, thousands of years in the making. This was a forest near the Unseelie Court realm…

What on earth was she doing here?

When the djinn had tumbled Katell into the vision, she’d had no starting point in mind.  It was atypical of her to do such a thing, but perhaps that was appropriate considering the situation.  So she was just as surprised at where the girl’s mind had put them, inhaling deeply like she could feel the forest around them.  In reality, she couldn’t, simply breathing the same air in the Clover as she had moments before.

“You tell me,” Jude responded to the girl’s thoughts, the pain still very much a reality as they were surrounded by a different one.

[heyxxjude]

berserkermagnus‌:

Magnus simply chuckled at Jude’s joke, his laughter interrupted by the occasional groan as she continued to work her slick core along his throbbing shaft.  “Fuck,” he gasped when she yanked his head back by his hair, the expletive morphing into a moan as she attacked his neck.  He’d had enough of this teasing however, his hands slipping down to wrap around her narrow waist and lift her slightly while he shifted the angle of his hips.  Instead of sliding along his cock, Magnus positioned himself at her entrance and thrust inside of her, the liberal coating of her fluids on his thick cock helping him force himself deep inside her tight cunt.

It was that moment where he broke and gave in that she loved, a large part of why she enjoyed teasing Magnus so much.  The man could have an iron will when he wanted and to feel it bend to need was just as satisfying as giving into it herself.  Not as satisfying as feeling his cock finally filling her, groans against his neck muffled as she could feel her body stretching to accommodate him.  Jude pulled away to crash her lips against his, kiss searing as she fed him her pleasured sounds.  For a few moments, she didn’t move to ride him as their current position allowed.  Instead she held still, walls squeezing around him before finally lifting her hips only to slam back down on his shaft, using her fisted hands in his hair as leverage.

[heyxxjude]

empty nest | jude & elliot

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pretty-boyelliot‌:

Elliot smiled softly, just studying her for a moment, slightly leaning his head against hers when his shoulder was kissed.  This is what Elliot always longed for:  the gentleness of intimacy, the closeness without awkwardness, the feeling of safety and belonging from someone else.  Jude always gave that to him.  “I know it’ll come in time, feeling more comfortable to,” he said, his voice relatively quiet.  “I just can’t imagine being like… okay with it, I don’t know.”  Others were like him, right?  “I always feel like a parasite, I know that’s technically what we are, but still.  I just don’t ever want to feel like a burden.  But I’m getting better.”  Elliot shifted a little and rested his head against her shoulder.  “I’m getting better.  I promise.”

“At the risk of sounding patronizing, I am proud of you for that,” she chuckled, reaching an arm around the boy so she could continue to toy with his wet locks.  the djinn had always found comfort in being on the receiving end of such attention, and she could only hope it would prolong the feeling of intimacy and closeness that Elliot was all but radiating.  “It’s only parasitic when you believe you’re the only one getting something out of it, my darling.  And you’re not.  There can be deep satisfaction that comes from being fed on, both sexual and otherwise.  In fact, I know of quite a few people who enjoy being fed from.  One even craved it when he was pulled from the island for some personal matters.  With his memories tampered with upon his exit, unfortunately it did create a bit of confusion.”

[heyxxjude]

a single step | gideon & jude

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gideonthegunslinger‌:

Gideon looked at Jude a moment, trying to decide whether or not to answer her question.  It’s not like that’s your biggest secret you know.  Hush woman.  A sound not unlike a raspberry sounded in his mind and he chuckled.  “1841.  I reckon you could say I’ve got a few miles on my soul.”  Gideon wasn’t one to get normally get angry, but having both Isabelle and Jude hammering at him over this had him clenching his fists.  “Enough!”  He growled, his normal gravelly drawl tight with anger.  “We’re looking into this whether you want to or not Isabelle.”  It was saying something that he was speaking out loud to her instead of in his mind.  Gideon, I…  “Enough!  We ain’t talkin about this no more today.  This here is a private matter and unless you’re lookin to get me to leave you at home, I’ll thank you to drop it.”  Though he was speaking to Isabelle, Jude was caught in his glare as well.  Taking a deep breath, Gideon blew it out slowly, his eyebrow rising at the comment about distraction.  “I reckon the drink’ll be distraction enough, but lead on.”

“I’d reckon you could say we both do,” the djinn admitted, about as far as she was willing to do considering she didn’t know Gideon well.  Her abilities allowed her insight that most people did not, but it didn’t stop her from drawing up short at the angry tone.  Or from cringing away in a moment of weakness and a flash into her past.  It wasn’t often that people lost their temper around her, but knowledge of what he was made her flinch before rational thought could take over again.  Jude knew the true target of his frustration, but it also didn’t exempt her.  As the warlock took a calming breath, she did the same.  He wasn’t Jeremiah.  There was no promise of future pain lingering beneath the outburst of emotion.

Another few breaths and she was ready to let it go, earnestly hoping he’d be able to do the same.  An explanation would involve delving somewhat into the secrets she closely guarded on the island; and he already knew one of them.  Worried her little surprise might be taken poorly, Jude gave away the game before moving to open the door for them both.  “You should be prepared then, because there are few I’ve seen that haven’t been distracted by the bare bodies you’re about to witness.”

[heyxxjude]

gio-vitale‌:

How Gio would have liked to take the bound Djinn home with him, have her chained up just for him, play with her pretty little head and her pretty little body. Such a shame that after today she would no longer be bound and of course those sorts of things would be off limits, but it didn’t stop him from musing over the thought, relishing in it for a moment. His fingers lingered over her skin before pulling away, a dazzling smile falling onto his lips while he looked down at her, and surely to any on lookers it would appear they were having nothing more than a pleasant conversation between friends, even though that was far from the truth. 

 His brows raise slightly at the woman’s age, his smile brightening even more so. “Practically a child, my dear, though I should have assumed with just how liberal you are, a flower child indeed.” He says, his voice almost sickly pleasant as he looked at her. “Perhaps I am not, though one can never be too careful in a place like this. Sometimes knowledge must take precedence over such pleasantries, wouldn’t you agree, Miss Rigby?” 

Jude knew that she was young by djinn standards, though a small part of her wanted to take pride in her liberalism.  Time with Jeremiah had felt like multiple lifetimes even if it had been only a decade in reality.  The ability to maintain her pacifism in the face of that was something she prided herself on.  But she’d never say as much to most people, much less Gio.  She knew his kind, and even a small bit of information could be used as a weapon.  So instead she merely smiled as his touch withdrew, shoulders rising and falling in a shrug.  “I’m aware of how young our community views me, but experience and wisdom aren’t always inherently represented by such things as age.”

One brow rose.  “But clearly such pleasantries mean something to you, Mr. Vitale.  The reputation of most djinn on the island typically precedes them, and yet yours does not.”  A small lie, but she wasn’t about to show the entirety of her hand to the man.  “Though sometimes information is necessary.”  She wanted to ask for another round of quid pro quo, to get to the bottom of what had afflicted her before this little event.  But seeking answers from the clearly dangerous man was a tight rope walk, and she was being careful not to fall on either side.