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[rosamundpike]

[supsets]

@basicbitchwrites

“Oh, gosh, does he?” Dacey asked, tone concerned but hands fumbling in his pocket for a second, and third, cigar. He lit them off of the first, and set them on the edge of an expensive-looking - but gaudy; that was the problem with new money - porcelain bowl. “You have to let them breathe. Like wine…Or the women I’m sure Grady has chained in his cellar.”

“Listen, Cece,” he leaned in, blowing smoke deliberately into her pale face, “we need to speak about Tea. You know father’s threatening to send her away…somewhere?” He didn’t elaborate. He didn’t need to. Their father had been threatening to send Thérèse to an institution for years, and he’d gone into more detail than either of them had ever needed; screaming about shock therapy, and sedatives, and surgeries….He shuddered. “You know she’s not mad. Not really….Or not in that way, anyway. –I mean, out of the three of us, she’s the sane one.”

“He’s always threatening to send someone away,” she rolled her eyes, hand waving the smoke away. Typically it was all talk - or shouts - not counting the fact that Dacey had been regularly sent away to one or another all-boys boarding school. Still, she didn’t appreciate her brother speaking these things into existence. She grabbed one of the cigars he’d lit, chewed on the end of it with a wrinkled nose. “Mother wouldn’t allow it.” It was almost a joke. Their mother was a stagnant frame on their father’s wall. All for show.

She was prone to evasiveness, avoidance. When it came to her sister though, the true maternal influence in her life, she felt a flare of protectiveness. She looked to her brother, who always had an answer. “What do we do?”

[supsets]

@basicbitchwrites

“Oh, you know,” Lux shrugged a shoulder under her fur coat, “I receive so many gifts from so many admirers. It’s impossible to know.” She rearranged the strands carefully, setting them just so along her collar so that the lowest, heaviest string hung low and disappeared under the neckline of her dress. “You’re right,” she agreed absently, speaking to him through the mirror as she fussed with perfume and a final coat of powder, “for once. They’re hideous. –Nobody’s looking at my neck though, are they?”

“They were a present from the German investor. Leo’s friend.” She paused fixing her mascara to roll her eyes, “if there is such a thing. Anyway, he’s going to be there tonight.” After giving her reflection a final critical once over - she’d do, she supposed. Did it matter? - her gaze slid to Dominic’s, doing the same to him. “You look like shit, too. Work’s really got you busy, huh?…Do you want some concealer for those dark circles?”

“I do not,” he elbowed her out of the way - daresay, playfully - so he could better examine his reflection. “Exhaustion becomes me.” It was a reach. He finally looked his age, at least. He straightened his tie, eyes flickering towards his wife. “The German -- he gives you jewelry? Invite him to cut a better check.” The tone was light, joking. Put on. He didn’t smile.

He pushed away from the vanity and went about tracking down his Rolex. “Who else will be there tonight?” God forbid Dacey, the night was bad enough as it is. Hopefully none of the kids would deign themselves either.  Dom was hoping it would just be a room of people whose first names were their nationality and last names were their worth. German Investor. French Magnate. “Anyone I actually know?”

[oldschoolteenflicks]

Philosophize with him.

[supsets]

[ lit ] your muse lighting a cigarette , spliff , etc. for mine .

       “Grady despises you smoking inside,” Cecile chides, but creates a flame all the same. A smile pinches her cheeks. Small rebellions are her bread and butter. Still, she scrunches her nose at the cigar, waves the smoke dramatically. “I’m fine with it. The sooner you expire from cancer, the better off I’ll be.”

[supsets]

[ jewelry ] your muse clasping a piece of jewelry for mine , such as a necklace , or earrings .

       The pearls are tightened around Lux’s neck, making it out like he’s going to strangle her with them. She’d like that, probably. The necklace is clasped without a casualty. “Those are hideous,” he decides, watching her reflection in the mirror. Maybe if he starts a fight they won’t have to go out. “Who gave them to you?”

[floralege]

@supsets

    “See, you say you need someone around for a shoulder during your parents whole meltdown…,” Delphine leaves a chiding smirk on her lips, but she allows it. Comforting the Stills’ children has become an accepted part-time job this week. “You wanna drink about it?”

     “prudence is the only one milking that cow, we all saw it coming. it’s just like ripping off a band aid,” mick shrugs, but lest delphine get the assumption that he isn’t in need of comfort, he slumps his gangly frame into her lap. “—– but i’m devastated, and i need you to console me with lots of liquor.” he buries his face in her lap before reluctantly pulling himself up to properly gauge her response. “do i want to mope over the weird decisions my parents make? not in the slightest. do i want to drink with you and enjoy myself? yes, please.”

[supsets]

     It’s borderline uncomfortable how closely Mick resembles her feelings about her own parents volatile dynamic, or at least the face she put on in front of her ego. With a ruffle of his hair and a curt nod, she concurs. “I’ll make some starter glasses. Then we can go drink our way through the city.” But there’s a pause, a hesitance. She offers his a sidelong glance, half smirking, but partly serious, curious. “You sure though? Like, it’s okay if you give one, little shit. I won’t tell. Anyway, it’d be-- normal.”

[floralege]

@supsets

   It’s the third time Dominic asks Daisy to redo his black Armani tie. There’s always an excuse, but the implication is clear. “What if we just make a spontaneous trip to California?” He really, really doesn’t want to go to his father’s bogus charity event. He’d rather be alive in the west coast than drunk in New York, it’s that bad.

    “and you think this is a walk in the park for me? i’ve walked right into emmy thorne’s den, and the peculiar friendship she’s struck with lux doesn’t make things any easier.” daisy’s hardly innocent, purposely leaving dominic’s tie slightly askew each time to provoke another attempt. she had an awful case of nerves jumbled in her stomach, and the offer to bounce off to a happier land is tempting. but daisy’s always been loyal, probably to a fault, and familial duties extended as much to herself as they did to her—– potential boyfriend. “it’s just a few hours of forced smiles, convincing yourself it’s for a good cause, and then we can do whatever we want.” hoping to ease his mind a little, she pulls at his tie and gives a cheeky, inviting smirk. “and i’ve got my place to myself tonight, so i mean whatever we want.”

[supsets]

     Dominic’s all pursed lips and stubbornness, looking clear over her head and into the mirror. He’s not sure why he agreed to go in the first place. Probably because he wasn’t asked, he was told. Dom is like an accessory to Grady. He’s good for business. “It’s not for a good cause. I mean, it’s a charity event, but the ‘charity’ bit is used very loosely.” Grady wouldn’t know generosity if it came up and stabbed him. But Dom is resigned to play his part. At least he can hide behind Daisy, who’s personable enough for the both of them. He looks down at her, brow arched wickedly. “Oh? You have big ideas?”

[floralege]

@supsets

   “I am patient. I’m the reigning queen of calm, composed resignation!” Velouria’s pacing, gesturing wildly. “You don’t know my mother,” the only way she knows how to explain Bambi is to simply stick her glowing phone under Ingrid’s nose, so she could get a load of the latest backhanded text. “She makes nuns swear. Seriously, you should see her at Mass!”

      “well, my father falls from the same twisted family tree as your mother, so i think i have some idea of how she can be.” at the very least, ingrid’s having a blast seeing velouria come a little undone  —  normally the most straitlaced resident of the apartment, though that’s hardly saying much, velouria’s mild freak out is a welcome sight but ingrid steps forward to pluck the phone from her hands. “i mean, this text is mostly insulting to duffy and lucas, so that’s one upside, isn’t it? look, maybe she just needs to get to know them a bit better.” ingrid certainly found it ironic that despite the fact vee isn’t the one who had a shotgun wedding straight out of high school, she’s still considered the black sheep. “invite us over for dinner. it’ll be an awkward family reunion for me, but at least she’ll get to see that we’re not living with murderers. just two average, smelly boys.”

[supsets]

     “Oh-- right. Sorry. I forget.” She’s not as apologetic for forgetting who Ingrid’s dad is as much as she’s embarrassed for not knowing whether or not it was okay to regard it as public knowledge. To this day, no one’s really sure how many illegitimate children he has.

Before she can finish the sentence, Vee is shaking her head, eyebrows raised incredulously. “Are you kidding? I can’t do that. I love you guys. There’s no way I can throw you to the lions.” At least not without dressing them up first. She’d have to, just to avoid Bambi’s sneer. “Murderers would be better to her. No, I’d rather go hang out with Dacey.”

[rpbfr]

[supsets]

[ patience ]

[ patience ] your muse telling mine to be patient .

“I am patient. I’m the reigning queen of calm, composed resignation!” Velouria’s pacing, gesturing wildly. “You don’t know my mother,” the only way she knows how to explain Bambi is to simply stick her glowing phone under Ingrid’s nose, so she could get a load of the latest backhanded text. “She makes nuns swear. Seriously, you should see her at Mass!” 

[supsets]

[ laces ]

[ laces ] your muse lacing , tying , or zipping something for mine , such as shoes , a dress , or a jacket , etc .

It’s the third time Dominic asks Daisy to redo his black Armani tie. There’s always an excuse, but the implication is clear. “What if we just make a spontaneous trip to California?” He really, really doesn’t want to go to his father’s bogus charity event. He’d rather be alive in the west coast than drunk in New York, it’s that bad.

[supsets]

[ possessive ]

[ possessive ]  your muse resting their hand on mine’s leg or the small of their back while they’re sitting beside each other.

“See, you say you need someone around for a shoulder during your parents whole meltdown...,” Delphine leaves a chiding smirk on her lips, but she allows it. Comforting the Stills’ children has become an accepted part-time job this week. “You wanna drink about it?”

[setheverman]

what’s the mood for october?

[kelbremdusk]

[devotedecay]

❥      NON - SEXUAL   ACTS   OF   DOMINANCE . 

feel free to edit or elaborate as you please .   ( add  ‘ reverse ‘  to your message if you’d like to see how my muse would perform the action ) . otherwise , send in one of these for my muse’s reaction to   …

[ lit ]  your muse lighting a cigarette , spliff , etc. for mine . 

[ order ]  your muse ordering for mine at a restaurant or bar .

[ guide ]  your muse putting a hand on mine’s back to lead them .

[ pay ]  your muse paying for mine at a store , bar , restaurant , etc . ( you can specify where or for what . )

[ open ]  your muse opening a door for mine .

[ dry ]  your muse drying mine off with a towel after a shower , bath , swimming , etc . 

[ instruct ]  your muse giving mine instructions / telling them what to do . 

[ groom ]  your muse adjusting mine’s appearance , such as straightening a tie , fixing their hair , or buttoning their shirt for them , etc . 

[ direct ]  your muse taking mine by the chin and telling them to look yours in the eye .

[ disagree ]  your muse sternly telling mine  ‘ no ‘ .

[ rest ]  your muse resting their arm over mine’s shoulder / s .

[ clean ]  your muse cleaning a smudge of something off mine’s cheek , forehead , etc .   feel free to specify what and how . 

[ answer ]  your muse answering a question meant for mine . 

[ coat ]   your muse holds mine’s coat out for them while they put it on .

[ pilot ]  your muse taking mine by the arm , hand , shoulder , etc . to lead them . 

[ stare ]  your muse staring mine down . 

[ placement ]  your muse telling mine to sit down .

[ teach ]  your muse taking control of mine’s hand , arm , hips , etc . to make sure they do something correctly .  

[ patience ]  your muse telling mine to be patient .

[ tears ]  your muse wiping away mine’s tears .

[ swat ]  your muse swatting mine’s hand away from something they’re not supposed to touch .  

[ jewelry  ]  your muse clasping a piece of jewelry for mine , such as a necklace , or earrings . 

[ enough ]  your muse commanding mine to stop talking . 

[ retrieve ]  your muse requesting or ordering mine to retrieve them something .

[ invite ]  your muse inviting mine to sit on their lap .

[ lean ]  your muse inviting mine to lean into their side while they’re sitting or laying together . 

[ calm ]   your muse telling mine to  ‘ just breathe ‘ .

[ scold ]  your muse scolding mine for something .

[ comfort ]  your muse pulling mine into a reassuring hug .

[ approval ]  your muse complimenting mine on a choice they’ve made .

[ beckon ]  your muse beckoning mine to them without speaking . 

[ laces ]  your muse lacing , tying , or zipping something for mine , such as shoes , a dress , or a jacket , etc .

[ stay ]  your muse telling mine to stay in the car . 

[ defend ]  your muse defending mine’s reputation , dignity , or safety for them . 

[ feed ]  your muse feeding mine something , feel free to specify what .

[ volume ]  your muse demanding mine speak louder .

[ read ]  your muse reading something to mine .

[ refill ]  your muse refilling mine’s glass for them . 

[ possessive ]  your muse resting their hand on mine’s leg or the small of their back while they’re sitting beside each other . 

[floralege]

     “Feel you up,” Dominic scrunched his nose, rolled his eyes. Surely he was far more refined than that. “You’re reducing me to someone like Caine.” The name was said with equal amount of distaste, though mostly because he wasn’t liking what she was saying. “I can study.” He was feigning hurt, really hamming it up. He could study, but he didn’t have to. By no means did he want to. “Well, don’t ruthlessly dedicated future general surgeons have to eat? I’m taking you to dinner. Cheekiness strictly forbidden.”

    “someone nice,  you mean?” there’s a brief flicker of challenge in her words, though they carry little weight —- because caine has always been nothing but wonderful to her, yet she’s here with the precarious rich boy who’s far more inclined to break her heart. she knows this, and yet … “dinner and no cheekiness? now that’s just disappointing.” her eyes lit up as an idea came to mind, one that would really stretch what dominic was willing to do when it came to humoring her. “have you ever just had pizza and studied? no reservations or wine lists or weird supper clubs, just greasy new york pizza that you immediately regret but can’t get enough of?”

[supsets]

          “No, I mean someone shallow.” Caine isn’t all bad, really. He’s simply the representation of something obvious and normal and what Daisy should probably have. A pleasant, sweet courtship followed by a quaint wedding. Then babies, immediate loss of passion, weight gain. Dominic is a risk and he’s fully aware that’s at least somewhat thrilling to her.

Privilege and decent standards curl his lip in a slip of contempt. “Doll, how the hell am I supposed to know where to find a pizza that doesn’t have five hundred dollars worth of truffles and lobster on it?” Besides, does she truly expect him to study? Is this what his social life has succumbed to? Emmy will be aghast. There’s a sigh of concurrence anyway, he shakes his head. “Fine. Does ordering a bottle of Sutter Home count as employing a wine list?”

[supsets]

“moving on from the past doesn’t absolve you from the damage done.” fern’s always hated that excuse—-  move on, move forward, it’s all in the past, blah fucking blah. it’s what her bullshit father said before he croaked, it’s the line used on her when she ran into pete from denver who decided to change his filthy ways and become a family man. fern had grown, but somehow, she still was the stepping stone for liam’s grand road to self discovery. fuck that.“yeah, because if i don’t, i know what will happen. you’ll make me laugh, we’ll get drinks—- or coffee or kale or whatever the hell you’re on these days. we’ll fuck, because we’re verygood at that, and then you’ll be back at the loft until we fight again. but i can’t do that anymore. i have given you twenty years of my life, and i’m tired, liam. i’m so tired. so if you love me, please sign the papers.” 

          “Fuckin’ wallowing in it will?” He almost fell back into it - back into the Liam who thrived on screaming matches and cheap shots. He bit back against it, it wouldn’t help. Fern would be angry and she would allow herself to really feel that longstanding hate for him. That’s something he could accept. Hate was moldable, it was passionate. There was always an opportunity to get back into her bubble. With a vague nod of his head, Liam pulled the papers and pen from her fingers and started initialing them. “This shit doesn’t, like, really matter, you know?” He smacked the papers with the butt of the pen, looking up at her. That’s all it was - papers. It meant something to her though, apparently. He sighed lightly, pushed the signed documents back against her arms with a thoughtful smile. “Can I ask you somethin’? Why can’t you just be beside me in this? Isn’t this... I dunno, what you’ve always wanted? I don’t get it. You don’t think I’m for real? What?”