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[zoobies]

@bxdbunni : jax vc: was that a threat?? maybe I'll just leave you here until you learn some manners ~

that's it, they're strangling him

[pomniegranate]

Hands Pomni a flower “yeah it’s a dandelion, ya know natures beautiful yellow garbage” // he’s trying

Her gaze fell between the flower in his grasp and him a few times, mulling over the words to say. The logical side of her almost wanted to ruin this moment by mentioning that a dandelion was technically a weed and not even a flower at all... but on another note, she considered, was that it probably took him a lot of courage to even think of her to give her a flower in the first place.

It was... cute, endearing even to see a fragment of a soft side to him. Even if it was an ordinary weed, the potential sentiment behind it meant more than the former fact. She desperately tries pushing away the overthinking thought that this was some fucked up joke. She takes the flower, even allowing herself to smell it; it was sweet, yet bitter with some citrus and rose that lingered. Pomni was surprised this place could even hint at those kinds of fragrances. A smile gingerly allowed itself to place on her lips. Her heart did little flips... and she tried for it not to show.

⸺ ❝ Heh, thanks for the flower. Even if it may be garbage, it was still... sweet of you. ❞

[pomniegranate]

“You make my heart beat so quick, its getting really annoying..” // gives this to you >:3

From this prompt list! / Always Accepting!

⸺ ❝ Heh, don't be a baby, Jax. Sometimes feeling something is better than feeling nothing, right? ❞

She spoke without the words truly dawning on her on what he meant until afterwards. Suddenly their private rendezvousing appeared at the forefront of her mind and shyness replaced her initial confidence. Instinctively, a hand went to try pushing her side bang from her face and behind her non-existent ear, hand shifting down her neck to then hang onto her shoulder after the failed attempt. Her own heart seemed to race as the thoughts lingered. Pinwheels looked elsewhere to collect herself.

⸺ ❝ O-Oh, that's - that's what you meant. ❞

A blush crept on her cheeks and she mentally kicked herself for it. God, why was she so embarrassing? Why has Jax even humored seeing her more after the first time? Now wasn't the time to spiral and overanalyze. Pomni bit her lip, taking a quick side glance at Jax to notice he'd still been looking at her as her gaze quickly left him again.

Come on, Pomni; it's... okay. Everything's fine.

After a little internal pep talk, the tip of her foot began to dig and play with a spot on the floor. Finally, she found the courage to speak again.

⸺ ❝ For... what it's worth... ❞ she blinked, allowing dual colors to meet with his once more, ❝ you kinda make my stomach do... little flips. But I don't... find it annoying, surprisingly. ❞

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[pomniegranate]

TADC CREW:

OTHERS:

Pomni is taller than (3) three people, even though one doesn't count because his ass floats everywhere.

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[pomniegranate]

oh … i get it . you're jealous . >:3

From this prompt list! / Always Accepting!

⸺ ❝ Oh, please. Me? Get jealous? That doesn't even sound right hearing it, Jax. There's nothing to be jealous of, do you not see where we are? The only thing I might be a little jealous of, is Zooble getting to skip out on adventures when Caine makes the rest of us participate anyway. ❞

[pomniegranate]

It wasn't a very practical position now, was it? He hadn't expected it to go this far; it was just a simple little push. He wasn't expecting her to push him back. One push turned into another, and sooner rather than later, the two found themselves on the floor, throwing hits and pulling at whatever they could grab. Jax found himself grunting as Pomni tugged at his ear, her face scrambled like eggs, red and hot and he couldn't tell if she was blushing or if he had really made her that angry. Either way, it was an entertaining look all the same. he grins, realizing she's pinned under him, so he decides to take it a step further. 'Look at you all red, don't tell me you like this position?' // yes inspired by that fanart you showed me fndsklfns

Surprise, surprise.

Jax was acting like his normal, annoying self. But even more so today than usual and it rubbed at Pomni the wrong way. Usually she could remain cordial and patient for a while, but the pet names, the insistent pestering and just the sound of his voice was grating like nails on a chalkboard today. And even worse than Caine's usual spiels were.

Then, in her musings to try ignoring him, he pushed her - and that sent her over her thin line of patience she had left. Her face contorted in aggravation, finally giving him his just desserts by putting all her weight into it and pushing him back. That's how all of this started.

A push, a hit, a scruffle and down they went. Pomni barely realized they had made it to the ground now. She wasn't going to let him win this. Her gloves grabbed anything they could, knowing she had a disadvantage but that mindset wouldn't stop her from trying. A good hold of his ear was all she needed, and she tugged, her face riddled red in annoyance as she brought him closer to her face.

She's had enough of him!!! Him and his stupid...handsome...smile. God, what was wrong with her?! But everything stopped in an instance, being pulled from her thoughts. His words suddenly pierced her like a bullet unloading from the barrel of a gun at close range. Her pinwheels took a second to really take in the position they were in and she couldn't believe she allowed them to get into such a... compromising form.

What would Caine think if he saw them like this?! Ugh, how could she let this happen?

Her face grew a deeper shade of red, darker than what she wore on his jester outfit, at the realization and it was made even worse after his words truly processed for her. And she couldn't believe he had the gull to say that straight to her face without any hint of remorse to them.

Now, she's long let go of his ear and left hyper focusing on how close their bodies were, how close she'd brought his face to hers and for the life of her, couldn't get the heat to leave her cheeks. And there was nowhere for her to hide either as his lower body had her pinned to the ground below them.

⸺ ❝ S-SHUT UP, I don't know what you're talking about! Just get off of me! ❞

Oh how she wanted to disappear; she couldn't believe she stuttered right in front of him. Desperate to escape, she began pushing at his shoulders, throwing the best punches she had at his chest when that had failed. And all he did was laugh in amusement at her. She thought he might've had his fun and would finally let her go.

But he didn't, quite the opposite and it caught her completely off guard in his actions.

Jax took her feeble arms that proved to do nothing to harm him and claimed her wrists, shifting and positioning them above her head, and that completely froze her in her spot. The fire and butterflies were going to eat her alive at this point as they roared and soared in an attempt to escape past her lips. And now, he's leaning closer, leaving her defenseless as eyes locked together. They encaptured her, leaving her prisoner to his qualms as he bore that black gaze down at her like a meal he's been hunting for days and finally caught between his jaws.

Pomni couldn't think anymore, trapped and caged underneath a hungry rabbit.

⸺ ❝ Heh, you're sooo easy to read, Pomni. You should probably work on that; or don't, it wouldn't be as fun if you did. ❞

He whispered just behind her ear and it made her squirm underneath his hold, not like it did much to help her case. To try and pretend this wasn't happening, her head turned from him, shutting her eyes shut. She hated that fact about herself, how easy it was to read off her body language and expressions. The jester cursed herself mentally for it. But the rabbit didn't let her muse for long in her thoughts before a shudder ran down her spine.

A wet swipe of his tongue met at her feverish skin just below her ear, slowly training up before letting teeth nibble at her ear lobe. What made the sensation feel even more intensified was having her eyes closed, unable to see and could not anticipate that reaction from him. She bit at her lip that almost betrayed her with an embarrassing sound. The last thing she needed was to egg him on further.

But it seemed just the little increments in her actions were enough for Jax to continue his little game. He thrived in her honesty. And he grew more confident from it too, more daring. He whispered hotly into her ear.

⸺ ❝ Come on, Pomni... you can be honest with me, can't you? ❞

That did it - a needy sigh escaped, against her better judgement and state of mind, one of which was starting to turn into mush the more the seconds passed her by. She regretted allowing him what he sought out of her: the reaction. Why couldn't she hold out for longer? There was something about that stupid voice of his, tickling her from the inside out, causing her heart to run a marathon inside her chest. But she started falling in tune, falling for his serenade.

Because he allowed a hand of his to move from her captured ones, letting his one do the job on its own while a gentle brush of his glove met at her chin, turning her face to look back at him again. Hooded eyes met with one another and something deeper could be found behind them, a want and a curiosity for more. He leaned in, pressing his body more against her as his thumb brushed her bottom lip, a nonverbal ask to open her mouth for him. And lost in this hypnotic dance, her lips parted subconsciously against her, staring at his lips before her eyes fell shut.

She thought he was going to kiss her, and she was going to let him. For a brief moment, Pomni felt the warmth of his breath trail against her lips before suddenly, a chill was met instead. He had pulled away, completely getting off her. She was still lost in a trance by the time she slowly opened her gaze. He was gone without a trace of ever being around.

And that... left her feeling a million things at once. Embarrassment, anger, frustration and oddly aroused. Ugh, she sat up and stayed there for a good while with just her head in her hands. She'd never be able to forgive herself for letting Jax get so close and allowing him to have such an effect on her.

[pomniegranate]

The real world felt like a dream, less colorful than the virtual one he had been a prisoner in for so long. It was scary to think about. It almost made the circus seem like some kind of safe haven. At least there , rules weren’t something he had to think about.

“Hey pomni” he knows her real name now but it feels weird on his tongue. Pomni feels real, Pomni is what he’s called her for years now. He shuffles his hands in his pockets, why did he suddenly feel like he didn’t know who he was? Yet when he saw Pomni there he suddenly felt better. “Do you think I could stay with you for a little while? I just, have no idea what to do and i don’t even know if my folks will remember me, or if they even want me. I just.. don’t want to be alone.” // I’m still thinking about them as humans hello 💜💛

It's been a rough change, but this used to be her normal right? This look, this body; she's known it since the day she was born but after successfully escaping the simulation, getting used to her jester form - it was like reliving her first day back in the circus. Like she stole someone else's body and begun to live their existence without consequence.

And it made her overthink all over again on exactly who she was. It became clear looking over the small apartment, past due bills had been shoved under the door frame, threatening eviction if she didn't act soon: it really put into perspective just how long she'd been tangled up in the dance of her digital reality.

Pomni was surprised there wasn't an amber alert about her sudden disappearance; but shook her head, it became more clear she'd been escaping something after noticing a picture of her parents on her desk with a rest in peace she'd found upside down and a tag from the company she worked for: C&A.

The longer she existed in the real world, that riddled and laced with dull versions of colors compared to what she'd grown accustomed to, it felt a little surreal; like her real life had always been the fake one. On her worker's tag, she observed more; she had brown, just past the chin length hair in a messy bob, chocolate embedded eyes that sometimes looked blue, an interesting variation of hazel with an awkward not-ready-for-the-photo smile: her name was Amelia. And it was foreign on her tongue - solidifying the notion that this world felt fabricated compared to the actual fabrication.

It'd take some readjusting... hard readjusting.

And it was hard to remember how they found each other again but, there he was, at her door, someone completely foreign in appearance but, his personality always spoke volumes.

He said her name, her "old" name, but it felt more realistic than her former one she'd supposedly gone by all her life and she silently appreciated just continuing being called it. It was just second nature now, after years in their crazy circus.

⸺ ❝ Jax... ❞ Pomni seemed to whisper it, gazing up at him; he seemed awkward in his stance, not fueled with his usual confident bravado. She didn't blame him - this was a rough transition, to put it lightly. And although Pomni had known his real name too, it'd only felt right to also call him the name she associated best with him. And they both still didn't know where the others were or if they even managed to escape too.

I don't want to be alone...

She could relate, but she wouldn't say it. Her memory serves that even before the circus, she'd been alone for as long as she could remember. Her family deceased, no siblings, didn't really allow people close enough to consider anyone friends, those trapped in their digital hell together was the closest thing to Pomni as friends. The once jester always kept her nose down in work, stemming from a family of workaholics, personal affairs weren't something she paid much mind for. But in times like these, she could honestly use the company too.

After being in a crazy environment constantly forced to be with others, the small home felt oddly large and empty. A small smile breached her lips as she stepped off to the side of the door and allowed Jax more room to enter her space.

⸺ ❝ Sure, I... wouldn't mind the company, either. ❞

Jax's insecurities were probably false, but it's understandable why he's thinking and feels that way. She'd probably go through the same spiral if she actually had people who would miss her. After he came in, she closed the door behind him and for a couple moments, they stayed with stiff postures and awkward glances, her fists would open and close at her sides, unsure of what exactly to do. But Pomni was always a determined one through and through; she pondered what she could possibly do right now to help him, until a sudden idea came to mind.

⸺ ❝ ...Hey, do... do you need a hug? ❞

[pomniegranate]

Negative !! Pomni it’s the only way you’ll be free. What if I told you I found an exit???

EXIT.

Those four letters that have haunted and crossed her eyelids in the dead of night, that have followed and whispered in her ears claiming salvation if she found it. The red door, the white words, the person running towards the light - what did it all mean?

Pomni was tempted, how could she not be? Even if she didn't speak word of it as much as she once did, doesn't mean the possibility never left her mind. She almost gave in like a poor begger seeking help, a way to survive in the digital hell she's been trapped in for god knows how long now. And just when she reached the edge before jumping, she stopped; realization dawned back on her of the conversation that started all of this. She receded.

⸺ ❝ ...Nice try. I've been looking for the exit; your empty words are not going to make me agree to that. ❞