#amused bouche

[audaciious]

Starter for @amused-bouche for Jez

Crescendoing voices drowned out the lyrics of the song playing over the bar's stereo like crashing waves, only occasionally disrupted by the crack of colliding billiards. As the night drew on, the dance floor grew more crowded, bodies writhing salaciously to the wild beat of the music, sweat exchanging between them like musky perfume.

Faye smiled as she watched the dancers bump and grind against one another, seemingly unperturbed by the myriad of additional physical traits their partners may have had. Peeling her eyes away, she leaned against the bar and settled her gaze on the dark-haired stranger beside her. Something tickled the back of her mind, a familiarity that hadn't quite clicked yet.

"OH! Hey! I recognize you! You were down at the venue earlier!" Faye clapped her hands together before shifting to face him. "Never heard y'all before, but it was pretty damn good. Better than the others anyway. Y'all were far more energetic. Can I buy ya a drink?"

[s0u1c0de]

@amused-bouche asked:

Innermost thoughts… I'll take Tol and Plant for 1000, Alex.

Amin sits in a chair reading a book while Trent watches him from across the room. Silently, the demon rises to approach the plant fae, but only to sit on the floor in front of him. He then leans in and rests his head in the plant's lap. For the longest time, he doesn't say anything, just letting Amin read while he leans against him. Several minutes pass before he finally whispers. "Is there still a part of you that is angry at me for hurting you?" He turned his head to look up at the fae from his spot on the floor, seeing him from the rare angle of below. "I think about it a lot... I still hate me for it."

[everythingheard]

PROMPTS FROM THE MANDALORIAN - "THE RESCUE"

@amused-bouche said: i've heard your voice thousands of times. @ David from Lulu

" — Come on and gimme it!"

With that last line, the bass reverberated through the stage until David could feel it beneath the soles of his feet. He had grown disenchanted by a myriad of things over the decades but never with this, even at the end of a mere soundcheck. It was a tantalizing taste of what was to come as the dark outside drew deeper, the energy that would pulsate amid the crowd. Transcendent, perhaps one might say!

With an assenting nod of his head in the direction of the sound guy ( their work was done for now ), he slotted his mic back into its stand before jumping down from the platform; this was a new venue for the band and he was keen to familiarize himself with the whole of it before it was teeming with people. However, as he glanced back towards the stage, a comment from behind him snatched David's not so easily won attention.

"Is that so, Songbird?" A grin played along his lips because ah, he recognized the other voice, too! While it possessed a soft lilt, it was impossible to miss the musicality threaded through it. Sure enough, upon turning around, he found precisely who he expected standing there. A corner of David's mouth inched faintly higher. "Thousands of times, and you're still listening."

[treacheroushearts]

@amused-bouche sent in a starter:

Si @ Isaac: Your muse hovers over my muse’s shoulder as they complete a task. (Probably a more mundane human task that Si is just curious about.)

Doing this by hand - and with only one hand at that - was such a pain. He could get it done in less than half the time if he had his telekinesis back. But then his own bloody hand had to turn on him. The betrayal was still fresh in Isaac's mind as he sketched out designs for a new hand. A prosthetic, yes, but one that he wouldn't have to worry about gaining a mind of it's own and pulling his heart from his chest again. With any luck, he'd be able to invent something that still allowed him access to his telekinesis.

"Do you have any idea how difficult it is to concentrate with you lurking over my shoulder like that?" Isaac asked, frustratedly throwing the pencil and paper down on the desk and pushing the dark curls from his forehead before turning to look at Sirus with a smile that was attempting to be polite, but looked more irritated than anything. Not that it was really Si's fault that Isaac was so irksome.

He sighed, trying to exercise patience with the mecha. "Do you need something?" Isaac asked, picking the pencil up again and playing with it idly. It was weird using his left hand. It had never been his dominant one, but now it was the only hand he had, so he simply had to make do with it. Practicing with it helped some, so he twirled the pencil around between his fingers. It didn't fall, but it still just felt wrong.

[gollldrush]

closed starter for @amused-bouche cal & leo.

The harsh lighting is making her eye twitch as shaky fingers drag along snacks on a shelf. She’s not very good at stealing, but she tries her best – gaze flickering towards the cashier every now and again to make sure she isn’t watching. She’s young, looks bored, looks a little like someone that can mind her own business. It makes Leo more confident as she sneaks mini bags of chips and jerky into her purse. Only a few… just enough to get her through the next couple of days to scrounge up some cash.

Out back, she sits on the trunk of her car and peels open a bag of chips. The Dorito dust immediately makes her cough when it plumes up into her throat. Beggars can’t be choosers, though, so she scarfs them down – washes it back with a water bottle that had been warmed by the sun in her car all day. It’s a disgusting combination, but it’s all she has.

It’s mostly quiet, just her and the moon and the constant singing of crickets in the background. The rumble of a motorcycle catches her attention, though, and she lifts her head to watch a blonde-haired boy dismount. Her eyes trail him until he disappears inside, then she’s back to minding her own business.

Until.

She can hear their obnoxious hoots and hollers from halfway down the street. Their car swerves, nearly missing the curb twice and almost taking out one of the gas pumps as they peel their car into the parking lot. A bunch of college frat boys that probably think they’re invincible, probably have never been told to shut the fuck up in their lives. Leo rolls her eyes but ignores their taunts and jeers, choosing instead to pick at a stain on the knee of her jeans that is much more interesting than a single one of them.

On their approach, her pulse quickens – pupils blowing wide with fear. She freezes like a deer in the headlights, her gaze drifting towards the front doors of the convenience store, wondering if the folks inside can see her growing predicament.

[afliictionbound]

@amused-bouche gets a semi-plotted starter for Rafael!

“Is this one of those ‘you should see the other guy’ scenarios?” She pauses with a curious inclination of her head. Admiring perhaps isn't the right word...It's unconventional, at the very least, but -- she's seen her fair share of battered and bruised men come through here. This one's among the more attractive of the lot.

Down girl.

“--Or are you the other guy?" Biting her lip to stifle a nervous giggle at her own joke, Caly releases the hostage (aka the drink he'd ordered), and sets it on the bar in front of him.

[ischamoved]

❝ @amused-bouche / CAL .

❝ I’M TIRED OF FINDIN’ YOU SO beaten to shi’. ❞ His words are harsh, but his tone is softer than even he can let off. The cowboy leans down, wiping a bit of blood from the other’s brow with the tip of his thumb. There’s a sigh settled in the back of his throat, it pushes through his nostrils and betrays his soft gesture.

❝ Was it worth the figh’ this time? ❞

[ragewithinthestorm]

closed for @amused-bouche

Maia's head hurt, she didn't know how she had ended up being invited to a show, but she had and she'd ended up turning her hearing aids off for chunks of it to give her head a chance to recover. But now she was at a bar, a place she'd never been in before, with a glass of vodka in her hands from one of the men that had brought her to the show but they'd wandered off and now she was alone.

She'd found a place to sit off in a corner, trying to calm herself down. She brought the glass up to try it, but the liquid didn't even reach her lips before she pulled it away and set it down on the bar, "that water smells funny," she mumbled to herself, scrunching her face up a little as though offended by the smell of the vodka.