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things i am not:

okay.

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"The only reason I chained you up is to show you how much I love you!"

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         The only sound that cut through the almost heavy silence        that muddled Glimmer's thoughts and sent static buzzing in         her brain was the labored sound of her heart thrumming         along despite the insanity of the situation she found herself         in the middle of. Wide and terrified blue eyes allowed their         gaze to shift upward, taking in the familiar face of who was         now her captor; keeping her hidden away from the world. 

         It was only too fucked up that the one person who acted        as her wings was now the one that had clipped the feathered        limbs from her body. His stare wasn't the same, there was a        marked coldness that infiltrated the warm green hues that         she had come to love---- the only person that she had ever        learned to love selflessly. His glare was frightening and there        was something i n h u m a n that reflected in his half lidded orbs.

        This wasn't Marvel. She hadn't seen him like this before and was        now sure that she'd like nothing more than to erase the image         from her mind. Her crossed wrists ached from their chained         position, arms purposely situated behind her; the cold metal         of a shackle binding them to the wall. Chin quivering, she reminded        herself to summon every last ounce of strength, of fight, that         she had in her not to cry. The last thing she could do was show        that weakness, allow him to see that he had reduced her to nothing.                                  "-----Marvel, please."

        Her voice sounded so small in the hollow space, hating the near        wavering that took on the high pitched tone. Steeling her jaw,         she tried to appeal to him, to say whatever would set her free.

                                  "I love you too. I love you----                                    Just.. let me go, okay?                                      I won't leave, I promise. I'll never leave you.."

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that's dirty. [ ;3 ]

Send me "that’s dirty" and I will generate a number for what my muse will say to yours.

52;

The bright, gleaming lights of Capitol partiesused to draw Glimmer in like prey to a hunter'strap; the sounds of music and heels clackingacross highly polished floors calling to her invelvety, seductive tones. But a few years hadpassed. The mask, the glamour, had been stripped away, revealing only bare and yellowingbones. The truth, it seemed, really was ugly.

A sigh emitted between ruby painted lips as the blonde Victor tugged a slinky black dress up herbody, eyes travelling to fix on Marvel as he sat in theoverstuffed chair that had been strategically placedin the corner of the room. How happy she would havebeen to merely sit there and watch as his nimble andlong fingers maneuvered the fabric of his tie; his bodydraped in the black sleekness of a well-tailored suit. 

Allowing blue hues to linger as the man stood, hertongue slipped out to moisten her lips as a heat shotstraight through her. Tonight, she wouldn't stand toshare him; he belonged to her. A moment and her mouth was twitching at the corners, causing a wickedgrin to grace her lovely features. As she sashayed across the room, hips swaying almost rhythmically,she longed to see rosy pink blossom on Marvel'scheeks---- a talent that belonged solely to her.

A hand slipped up, running across his shoulders to curl fingers around the back of his back as she passed, leaning in to allow her lips to hover just beside the shell of cartilage that made his ear. Hewould understand her intentions for this night;every last one. A pause was given, seeking to build his anticipation before she uttered five simple words----

                  "------- I'm not wearing any underwear."

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"And there you go again. . " The mentor rolled his eyes at the other and shook his head 'no'.

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16. Airplane!AU

      Marvel liked to avoid flying as much as        possible. It was cliché for someone to be        afraid of flying these days but the uncom-       fortable pull in his stomach always had        him on edge. The flight was rough and        he gripped the arm rest tightly, his        knuckles white.

                   ❝ Jesus Christ. ❞

     Aiden clenched his hand at the edge of his arm rest. This was the first time he'd ever been on a plane and with everything that could possibly go wrong, he was surprised he wasn't dead yet. He supposed he should trust modern day's technology, but phobia is a much more advanced and sophisticated thing. He looked towards his seat-mate, who looked just as nervous as he was and he decided striking a conversation would ease the paranoia, even if it wasn't usually his style. "You nervous too?" He raised an eyebrow.

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The music fills her; makes her whole in a way that nothing else had the power to accomplish. Her limbs move like poetry---- flowing, arching. Gentle and  intense all in the same breath. The lights burned  down on her, but the sweat that began to bead aga- inst her forehead didn't faze her in the slightest. A few moments passed and she was pulled from her  element, the reverie that came with dancing, as the door to the auditorium slams, knocking the grace of the story right from her mind and her arms come  back to her side; feet halting their movements. A hand comes up to block the light from her eyes, brows furrowing as she squints to see the figured in the way.

                  "-----Hello?"