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Maximus "Maxie" Valentine →» BIO →» TAGGED →» TASK Jannik Vogler →» BIO →» TAGGED →» TASK
Art's hand clenched instinctually. He knew Maxie had a mouth on him, but this was a lot, even for him. Admitting he was jealous of him felt like some weird power play. Art let out a sharp laugh, too quick and too loud to be convincing. "Wow!" he said, brows lifting. "Okay, first of all, if you and Christian ever recreate anything in an alleyway, please make sure I'm dead before you tell me... Actually, fuck, no. Don't tell me then either. I don't want to cringe in my grave."
His jaw tightened, the grin still forced onto his face. "Second of all, you should be jealous." It came out colder than he expected. He was stronger than he used to be. His eyes stayed fixed on Maxie. "Because someone like me actually has him. Not you." Silence fell between them, sharp and ugly.
"So maybe don't stand there and tell me what you'd love to do with my boyfriend unless you're trying to find out how fast I can stop being funny." He glanced him up and down. "You look like a rejected Hot Topic mannequin. Fix that before you try to talk to me again."
Why the fuck was Maxie saying all this? He'd been known to speak his mind more often than not, but this was a new level. It was as if his filter was gone, and the words that streamed out of him had no way of stopping. It was all the truth. Too much of the truth. It would be easy to just stop talking and walk away, but despite the weirdness, when had Maxie ever walked away from a confrontation? When didn't he try to get the last word in. "Oh no, I'll be sure to give ya all the intimate details. Y'could probably learn somethin'."
He didn't like this version of Art. This stronger willed version was irritating. Too self assured. He needed taking down a peg, but Maxie honestly wasn't sure he could do it, mostly because he wasn't sure what exactly was going to come out of his mouth. "I don't want him. Not like that." Shut up Maxie. "I love the way he made me feel, how aggressive an' assertive he was. How he seemed t'hate every second bein' around me but still couldn't help himself. Fuck, the way he made me whimper. An' the danger of it all. How public it was. How I knew deep down, even in a dream that he was yours but it didn't matter." Okay that's too much truth for one day.
Maxie closed his mouth and kept it closed tight, bringing his hand to cover it, pretending it was to simply wipe at his lips or scratch at his stubble. "Try anythin' an' I'll kill ya."
Pippa watched as Maxie took her hand and kissed it, ok, this was a little strange, even for a man who lived here in Hiraeth. "Ok Maxie... did Jaren put you up to this? Is that what this is?" She asked as she took her hand back. "You'd know who I am in that case."
"Jaren? No, why would Jaren-" A flood of realisation passed over Maxie and he felt his body flush. Was this the woman Jaren had been trying to date? "Oh shit, no wait...I...no this ain't." New embarrassment turned his face as red as his jacket and he fumbled enough of his words to not form any kind of coherent sentence. "It ain't like that. Don't tell him. Please."
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After taking a good beating that night, Malachi lay on the floor of the room they had been using for tonight's fights and let out a long sigh. There had been a lot of angry people who had lost a lot of credits due to Malachi being knocked on before their time.
"What?" They looked up at Maxie and shrugged. "I wasn't into it tonight."
Maxie's face betrayed him, trying to keep it neutral and blank but his growing irritation and rage slowly overtook. "Weren't into it, huh?" He took in a deep breath, and then inhaled deeper still, letting it out slowly and controlled. "Sometimes we gotta do stuff we ain't into. Ya know how much I had ridin' on ya tonight? A lot. A fuckin' lot. Ya embaressin' me."
"Oh, I apol-- I'm sorry," Angelie adds, and she's naive enough that it's easy to believe that Vice citizens really don't use the same vocabulary, ignoring that they all receive the same education when it fits her own prejudices. How 'fucked up'? Maybe she'd be more concerned if she weren't at the very end of her wits and also staring with wide eyes at the man's tattoos. "Can you really see rainbows dancing?" she asks, before remembering that she should be pretending she knows these things already. "Something in between, please." Angelie points one hesitant finger towards his arms. "... Did those hurt?"
Maxie smirked, and brought a fresh cigarette to his lips, lighting it and taking in a deep inhale of smoke. The rest of the bartenders moved out of his way whenever he stepped, not wanting to obstruct the boss from whatever he was doing. He poured himself a shot, and another for the woman. "Depends what yer on. Some drinks make ya dance. Some tonics make ya dance. Some tonics make everythin' else look like it's dancin'." He slid the shot towards her. "This one's on me. To get ya warmed up." He watched her point at his arm, lifting them and giving them a slight twist. "Nah, not much. First initial jab can be a bit unpleasant but then ya go numb to it. It's the kinda pain ya can crave, y'know?"
"No, like, figuratively." Star paused, brows drawing together. "I think. Like, she doesn't exist anymore but I do. And that's what's important, right? That I'm here and she's not. And people have to get used to that."
Shaking her head as if to mirror him, Star grinned. "Yeah! I can do a trial. But to be honest, I'm not really all that good at talking to people? At least, that's what my boss now told me. 'Cause sometimes people get really upset when I forget their order or what table they're at. But I'm really, really good at keep things clean and in order!"
He smiled, even if it was forced. "Yeah," he agreed but shut that part of the conversation down quickly. Still too close to home. "You're here. I'm here. The old us ain't, an' yeah, people gotta get used to it." Somehow that had become reassuring, and the initial tension from that part of the conversation lifted.
He nodded. "Okay, keepin' things clean. Got it. Why don't ya-" he leant over the bar, tiptoes coming off the floor as he reached for a damp cloth and tossed it towards Star. "-go an' do a quick check of the booths. Wipe any spillage, collect some glasses. Anythin' ya think might be useful. An' if anyone gives ya trouble, ya tell me, okay?" His smile widened. "Like I told ya before, Maxie's got yer back."
"I guess it depends on how you look at it! I usually tend to think more about the sun and how it makes me feel," Kiran mused in response, and then his later statement had her jaw dropping. "You haven't? Well, maybe we should get something just in case. Maybe something sweet? Ooh! We could go to that bakery stall. Does that sound good?"
Jannik just nodded, mostly because he didn't know what else to do or how really to respond. "Okay. A small sweet treat for a sunny day. With...Kiran...who likes the sun." He smiled, happy with his efforts. "I trust you. Let's go."
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Jonah blinked, the grip on his arm was intense. Stronger than he ever expected from another human being. Flashes of the dream came to mind— how the sun felt, how weak humans were, how he could practically hear the blood in someone's veins... But that was the dream. This was reality. Still, he allowed himself to be dragged off into the shade. "Shade won't work forever," he said, standing in front of him Jannik. "I'm almost positive your mind is playing tricks on you anyway."
The cool of the shadows instantly washed over Jannik and he felt the relief of it on his skin, no longer did his body feel like it was boiling alive. He took a moment to compose himself. letting his head lull back against the wall, mouth slightly agape so the unusual sharpness of his fangs were visible. "My mind is a sharp as ever, friend. Save a few details." He looked over at Jonah and smiled, licking his lips as he watched the skin on his friends neck.
Sen followed Maxie up to the office as they always did, though it seemed much easier with long legs. Perhaps the stairs were to slow down his shorter intruders. Sen would have to keep that in mind. "I always tell you it is." They huffed their way into his office, dropping into a chair and leaning back. Tucking their legs underneath themself would be difficult as they were, so they stretched them out, allowing themself the gender euphoria inducing action of properly manspreading. "At least the light show is toned down. The combination used to be nauseating sometimes."
There was something more to this guy that Maxie was yet to figure out. Something confusing. The stranger spoke to Maxie with the confidence of someone that knew him well but with a face that didn't match anyone Maxie knew. I always tell you it is. The fuck does that mean, when they only just met? Maxie placed his hands flat against his desk, bent slightly and tipped his head forwards. Shit...is this someone from Maxie's past? From before the incident? Someone he was supposed to know but didn't? This was not good. He turned back around to face the man, perching himself on the end of his desk as he took in the others figure. No, he'd recognise someone like this. He'd recognise the lengthy limbs and the attitude and the bone structure of his face. Maxie licked his lips, and then shook away those intruding thoughts with a quick toss of his head. "What do ya want from me?" He cut to the chase. "Ya got my attention, which is clearly what ya wanted. An audience with Maxie Valentine. Now what? An' close ya damn legs."
Merle was smart enough to know that Maxie got some kind of a kick out of knowing that he could piss her off. The issue? Her wrath was so easily-ignitable that it worked. She crossed her arms over her chest, not backing down, her jaw set as she refused to break his gaze. "You know, some of us worked to get where we are. You don't have to get pissed off at me because you didn't have the balls to do it yourself."
Did Merle scare him? Yes. A little bit. Sometimes. Actually, a lot of the time. A woman could be a force of nature at the best of times, let alone an angry one. And somehow, Merle always ended up angry when in Maxie's presence. Yet, he couldn't help himself. He couldn't bring himself to avoid the allure that came with teasing her and riling her up for his own enjoyment. Mostly, he wanted to see what she would do, and how far he could push her. "Oh we both know I did plenty'a work to get where I am. An' it took more than balls to do the shit I done. Keep that in mind, yeah?"
Something seems off about this man, as if he's on guard. Is he simply frazzled from a long day at work, or the general tensions that echo across the city? Even his manner of speaking is that of a man on edge. Glancing around just once, Adeline takes a step forward, resting one hand gently on his forearm. That smile, foreign to Adeline Aldridge's lips, only widens. "I don't mean to be presumptuous, but you seem like you could use a friend, and perhaps a bit of chamomile. Would you like to accompany me to Brewed Awakening?"
His muscles tightened as she rested her hand against his arm, as if expecting to be struck and gripped more fiercely. But he stood firm, feigned bravery against this unusual scenario. "I uh..." he forced his own smile, "I don't know if I like...chamomile. But yes...we can go there." It wouldn't hurt to go, would it?
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Art was really not in the mode to deal with Maxie breathing down his neck. He was simply just going to ignore him, roll his eyes, and move on, but the audacity of what he just said caused him to slowly turn his head toward the other man.
"Fully aware," he said, but Art really didn't ask for the details. He didn't like thinking about it already. A grin spread on his lips. "I have intense sex with him in real life." His hands went into his pockets. "Anything else you wanna say, Maxie?"
Those weren't the word's that had meant to come out of Maxie's mouth and he felt the cold sweat rush over him. Why had he said that? Why the fuck had he said that? Slip of the tongue maybe. Somewhere deep down he'd wanted to cause some drama. Sure. That had to be it.
Yet, as Art asked an innocent enough question, Maxie felt compelled to answer. And answer truthfully. "Sure. I'd love t'have intense sex with him in real life too. Know a good alleyway we can recreate the dream? An' I never thought in my fuckin' life I'd ever be so jealous of someone like you."
Pippa gave him an odd look, raising an eyebrow slightly. "Um... but I don't know you?" she shrugged some. "What's your name?"
"Maxie Valentine, Ma'am," he bowed his head respectfully, reaching up to take her hand and plant a gentle kiss against her knuckles. Just stay cool Maxie. "Do I get the pleasure'a yer name...please?"
Danny nodded with a smile. "Of course! I'd be happy to walk you home. Anything for a friend." He gave his hand one last squeeze then let it go. "What do you want to drink? I'll get them."
Danny. His good friend Danny. That much he remembered. "Uh...just a soda or something. I think alcohol will uh..." he spun his finger around beside his head, "not be good."
🎶 Jannik // Noah
🎶 — Our muses bump into each other and my muse is forced to communicate by singing lyrics.
Noah was dead tired for his shift at The Church that night. Normally, he could put on a brave face and play the role of happy-go-lucky bartender but every day it seemed that much more draining. As he carried a tray of empty glasses, he had barely even been paying attention to where he was going when he suddenly ran into Jannik. In an instant, two of the glasses fell right over and shattered all over the floor. "Oops! I did it again…" He blinked. What the fuck? "It’s me, hi, I’m the problem, it’s me.” That's not at all what he was trying to say. "Sorry for party rocking!" Jesus Christ. "What the Hell!"
Noah. He knew Noah. He remembered he knew Noah. That was a positive at least. But the way he spoke didn't seem very Noah? Or was that something else he now forgot? "You're not a problem," he offered a small, if slightly confused, smile and patted his friend's arm, crouching down to help him pick up the larger shards of shattered glass. "You...don't need to apologise for...partying?" What was he talking about? Was this a private joke they had. Shit, it was wasn't it? One of the closest friends he had and he couldn't even remember the important parts of their relationship. "But I am sorry. I'm not...quite following conversation today."
Star's brow furrowed. No, they didn't like that explanation, they decided. Because that person wasn't them. It couldn't be. And so she shook her head. "I can't be that person. She's dead already," She supplied like it was obvious, shrugging her shoulders.
As if it were natural and she had been invited to, Star moved to climb up onto and then sit on one of the nearby stools, their attention still on Maxie. Really, she liked him! Because he seemed to understand her — to accept her as she was. To not expect or want things from her. To not look at her with pity. "Maxie? Are you hiring around here?" They asked, swinging back and forth some on the stool as they sat in it.
Maxie felt his back arch and his shoulders tense. She's already dead. "You uh...mean that literal or metaphorical or what? Sometimes..." he paused, "ya gotta kill that person to become the real you." Nah he didn't like the wording of any of this, and he shook his head.
He watched Star with genuine fascination. There was something about them, something enigmatic that he couldn't figure out yet, but they were open to talking to him so he would bide his time. He'd taken other lost causes under his wing before, what was one more. Fuck, is that the kind of man I am now? "Am I hirin'?" He shrugged. "Maybe? Wanna do a trial now? Honestly, you'd be doin' me a favour takin' over one of these useless fucks today."
Oh, right! She was an idiot — she needed to be gentler with him. She'd gotten way too excited and Kiran shot him a sheepish smile. "Right. Sorry — it rained yesterday. But some people think rain is nice weather! I'm not one of those people. I looooove the sun. But, you know, maybe that means every weather is technically nice weather!" She offered. "I'm Kiran," She reminded him, offering a big smile, "And it's okay if you're not, like, y'know, there yet. But I am gonna bug you if that's okay. Have you eaten yet?"
Jannik nodded, unsure at what exactly he was nodding to. "I remember rain," as if rain was something he would forget, then again he often forgot things that should be harder to forget. "I feel like it uh...it always rains. Or is always foggy..." no, that wasn't the weather, that was just his head, which he found himself reaching up to and rubbing gently at. "Kiran. Kiran who likes the sun." He squinted, forcing her face and the information about her to memory. "Uh," he shook his head, "no, I don't think I've eaten yet. I don't...feel hungry?"