#samson.

[miju-khan]

@samson-hart Following Seth's proposition, Miju has come to the Bearded Lady with all the necessary supplies. Today's muse is to be Samson, who Miju has never met, but has heard good things about from Max.

This being business, Miju is determined to remain professional (don't ask his old colleagues from cartography about his professionalism -- this job now is one he actually cares about), but it's sort of tough from the get-go, walking into a den of utter iniquity. He'd feel perfectly comfortable if he was here socially, but something about being a professional in a place so salacious feels difficult to balance.

So he walks into the room he'll be drawing Sam in, perhaps a little more uptight than usual. "Samson, right? I'm Miju. You're still good to sit for me today?" He holds a hand out to shake, faltering only for the briefest moment. Ugh. Go figure he's going to be drawing the most attractive people in the city. It's not a surprise, but Miju is definitely beginning to question his ability to remain a totally professional artist. How long before he gets flustered or says something inappropriate?

[musas-muse]

@samson-clemens​

"Now, this won’t stay all gray and boring, of course.” Sela explains as they stand outside of her new building. “Next week, some people are coming in to completely redo the façade. Picture all white, columns on either side of the doors. And big lettering up there,” She points to the designated spot above the doorway, gloved fingers splayed as she punctuates each word. “The Gorgon’s Lair.”

Sela smiles wide, almost starry-eyed as she pictures it in her head. “It’s going to be plated in gold, of course-- or whatever it is that they use to make it look like it. And then above that, a big- also gold plated- Head of Medusa effigy.” Just then she laughs lightly, turning her head towards Samson. “Unless-- be honest: do you think that’s too on the nose?”

[doctor-crowe]

January 31st, 1998- late evening

Stevie’s Brownstone

@samson-clemens​

Stevie saw her surprise guest as she parked her Impala- on the street, a few cars down from the front of her unit- seemingly waiting patiently by the stairs up to her door. Even in nothing but the glow of the streetlamp, she wouldn’t have needed her ability to tell her that it’d been one of those nights. Her eyes closed as she flicked the ignition off, her mind relishing in the calm that came with the darkness, even if it was only for a moment. With a bracing breath, she opened her eyes and hopped out of the car. She threw her work pack over her shoulder and stuffed her hands into the pockets of her jacket. 

She greeted him with a nod of her head, stopping in front of him to give him the usual once over for a quick assessment. He was going to need a lot of Neosporin. “You look like shit, Clemens.” Then, with a grin, “Did you at least win?”

[cyra-de-leon]

New Year’s Eve Gala; mid-evening

@samson-clemens​

After her daughter’s third cup of hot chocolate in the past hour and a half, Cyra decided she’d see for herself if the stuff that Charles was serving really lived up to the special, family recipe they used at home. She’d made her way over to the table lined with all manner of hot beverages and fixings for said beverages, and poured herself a small cup of the indulgent drink. She brought it to her nose first, and was pleasantly surprised. At least it smelled like luxury chocolate. Had the right thickness too. She lifted the cup from it’s saucer and brought it to lips- only to wince and curse under her breath.

It was as advertised-- Hot. Too hot. But of course it was- she just hadn’t noticed because she’d only seen her daughters’ drink it after Jackie had handled it. Jackie. The girl who wasn’t bothered by the heat, and could take some of it away for her more sensitive sister. 

She sighed, and set the still full cup back on the saucer to touch a finger to her burned lip. Jackie wasn’t the only member of her family with an element that could save this situation. Cyra’s hand hovered in the air above her steaming cup, and a half second later, the steam swirled into her miniature whirlwind, cooling the drink to a more appropriate temperature. 

Even as she used her ability, she’d felt the heavy, intimidating presence behind her. But since she’d grown up surrounded by heavy, imposing people, she simply wasn’t phased. So she waited until it moved- they moved- and without glancing up, spoke first. “Careful, the warning labels aren’t just for show.” And once again, lifted the now moderately warm chocolate to her lips. 

[hqwestwood]

    “i never did like him.” the woman scrunched her face as she made her own commentary on the ‘big reveal’ relating to his institution. irena had a lot to be catching up with since halloween events and wasn’t a stranger to some playful teasing - she would make sure to have a conversation with charles later for ‘old time sake’. “he could have at least given me a heads up.” she sighed. “and here i was thinking that we were official frenemies.” @samson-clemens​

[jaybe11]

[tonganpriiide]

thank God leos looking after you

[lyriumlovesong]

I faced my destroyer I was ambushed by a lie and you judged me once for falling this wounded heart will rise