max held everything so close to his chest. so close, in fact, that his inner circle was more of a pin-dot on an ever-expansive canvas. eloise had managed to remain in that circle, maybe a result of her demeanor, or her intelligence. regardless, there were things that max couldn’t even tell his wife... but he told eloise. like now, when he’d squirreled away in her office, closing the door behind him. “ hey. it’s been a night. ” a night in which he woke up in a cold sweat with his wife beside of him sleeping soundly. she was lying there, and he’d been lying next to her, and he felt like maybe he’d been lying to her this whole time, because he wasn’t okay, and the war was still so fresh, and he felt that the military had lied to him, and he was just this empty shell of a fucking man who his wife should have hated but didn’t somehow, and he just... needed to fuck someone and forget about it.
he’d found that someone on a dating app. he and his wife had a tacit agreement about it so he didn’t wake her. didn’t tell her. just slipped out, met up, got fucked, and for some fucking reason, felt even worse. he slumped into the chair in eloise’s office, across from her desk, worry furrowed into every crease of his brow. “ one of these days, she’s going to be so sick of my shit. ” [ @professvur ]
When he saw a silhouette in the doorway he didn’t look up at first, instead he held up a finger as he quickly tried to finish up the current page he was reading of a new book. As he closed it and looked up the somewhat serious expression on his lips quickly faded into a smirk “If it isn’t one of my favorites—” he considered getting up but decided against it “Close the door—and come here” his head tilting slightly to see if anyone was behind her before he let his hand pat gently on his lap to tell her to come sit on his lap. “I’ve missed my little princess” he said as the door was closed.
there were days when abbey needed to forget about the world around her. the easiest method was to find someone she trusted and bend over, allowing them to remind her that she could belong to someone, if even for a few moments. that was why she went to professor west now, as the echos of the past were far too center for her to focus on anything else. it was easy for her to obey the professor, closing the door after him. this felt so familiar, so safe, but abbey doubted that he could break her heart, as long as she didn’t provide it for the breaking. she eased into the professor’s lap, head tucked in against his shoulder, needing proximity and warmth and maybe a little more. “ i don’t know what’s wrong with me, ” she admitted, voice muted. “ i just needed to see you. ”
arjun’s grasp of italian was remedial at best, but it still had a ring to it, even in a messy tongue. he’d pulled stefani aside after class, a hand dragging through his reckless curls, as he thumbed through a book on early italy. “ lo sapevate, ” he started, “ un uomo greco ha scritto parte della prima storia romana? is that right? un uomo greco? not sure of my conjugation, but... i wanted to share nevertheless. ” [ @mvrality ]
IF THERE’S ONE THING georgie does well it’s commit to a story, no matter how outrageous it got. “ thank you very much. ” she said with a curtsey as she stepped in front of him, a smirk on her face as he pushed. “ no need for apologies, it’s his loss don’t you think ? plus i can’t drive it wasn’t my car - it was my uber. if you’re going to eavesdrop at least get the whole story right. ”
“that’s right. shit, your uber driver seems to be having as much terrible luck as you are today.” max let her double down on her tall tales, wondering if she was going to keep up the deception, or if she was just playing along to be contrarian. or maybe this was what passed for human interaction among kids these days. “how about this.” he pointed forward, towards the very front of the line. “if i get the real story by the time we get to the front, i’ll pay for your coffee, and whatever pastry concoction you want in addition.”
“seriously, thank you so much.” abbey’s hand pressed into her heart briefly, smile wide and genuine. “whatever i can do to pay you back, just let me know.” it took an extraordinary act of god, a veritable force majeure, to make abbey miss class normally, but the fact of the matter was, in this case? she’d just read her schedule incorrectly. she was grateful for the liberal absence policy, and the person’s generous notes.
beads of sweat transpired down heated scarlet hued cheeks. her chest would rapidly heave at the lack of oxygen in her lungs after her lacrosse training. luminous honey blonde curls would bounce rhythmically with each step she took in the direction of the lockers. with a mind elsewhere, it took a little while to register the person to cross her path and make her stop dead in her track. ‘ this better be good. ‘
why did it always have to come to aggression? arjun held up his hands as though defending himself from any future attacks. “not sure it’s as good as you’d like it to be, given the circumstances. figured i’d catch you while i had you, but don’t worry. it can wait. you go...” he made a circular motion with his hand, following the flourish with a shooing gesture. “...do whatever it is you were doing. i’ll go fuck myself.” his voice was amused, at least, lacking any real venom.
“ hi i’m so sorry - would you mind if i cut in front of you ? ” she whispered softly to the person in front of her she was beyond late for a class but that wasn’t going to keep her from getting her caffeine fix before she went in. she’d just given the last six people different excuses ranging from my boyfriend just broke up with me to, “ my sister just went into labor and i really need a coffee before i run to the hospital. ”
“do whatever you need to do.” max stepped to the side to allow the girl to step in front. his boyish smile read amusement, and also a lack of belief. there was no way she was telling the truth, but her tenacity was something to be celebrated. “congratulations on being an aunt. and apologies for your boyfriend. and... sorry, what was the other one? your car breaking down? your day’s already been full of tragedy and victory.”
“this is….terrible.” it was said with a softness as their nose scrunched up in thought. “but it speaks to me in a way of beauty.” art was subjective, the brush strokes were shaky. this class was one of their least favorite, intro to studio art. it was practically a glorified elementary school art class but it was the one class they got to “teach” if you could call it that. mostly, the professor was off fucking someone who wasn’t his wife. which was none of their business. “what does it mean?” the question was said carefully as hazel eyes looked over to the student.
what violet wanted to say was that she found the work of art in front of her to be pretentious as fuck. anyone could build a paper doll of oil, brushing paint to canvas with abandon, and call it evocative. she bit her tongue at first, trying to take it seriously, however, and give the teaching assistant the respect they had earned. still. she studied them instead, apprising their reaction to try and take their cue. “maybe i’m just an idiot,” she said, lips pressing thin as her eyes darted back to the canvas. “but i don’t think it means anything. normally, if something’s this haphazard, it kind of makes sense. this is just... absurdly idiosyncratic. like the artist is trying too hard to make art, and failing.”
[ barbara palvin. cisfemale. queer.] pastel-painted walls and lace-hemmed dresses always remind me of abbey layne, who happens to be a twenty-one year old dance student. they are known for being energetic and gullible which probably explains why they are into cg/l & discipline.
i tend to figure out everything about my characters as i go, but here’s what to know about abbey layne for now.
abbey is from manhattan. she grew up there with two older brothers who would have killed anyone who tried to break her heart. she was always a bit of a quiet girl but exhibited a talent for the arts. even as a preschooler, if someone put her on a stage, she shined.
so her parents got her into dance classes. she excelled and decided to continue on in her career. as a teenager, she started school at a dance academy where she easily proved herself as someone to watch.
which made her the target for competition. but why wouldn’t it? she was occasionally bullied and had to work ten times harder to get what she wanted.
until she got the attention of the artistic director. he believed in her. or at least believed she was beautiful enough to believe in. he took her virginity when she was sixteen and they had an affair for many years after that. he was married but assured her it was a marriage of convenience. she was young and naive enough to believe him.
and suddenly, one day, abbey didn’t believe him anymore. it was the look of adoration on his wife’s face as she came to cheer him on at one of the final recitals. abbey knew then that their relationship wasn’t real and would never be. she was nothing but a warm hole.
so abbey broke up with him. left the dance academy. came here. maybe it isn’t quite the direct route to a professional career, at least not like it was at the academy, but it’s better to abbey to work hard and succeed off of her own merits than succeed because she sleeps with the man in charge.
sexually, abbey is into cg/l, domination, tpe, spanking, discipline. she likes for someone to tell her what to do and then punish her if she doesn’t do it. she’s discerning with who she sleeps with, there must be chemistry, but she’s attracted to dominance in both men and women.
personality wise, abbey is quiet. comes off as a little shy. she normally takes things at face value and, as a result, doesn’t always understand sarcasm. bless this baby.
so that’s abbey, in a nutshell. i’ll be adding some wanted connections to this soon, but if you have ideas, please feel free to slide into my dms!
i’m going to hit up the starter tag a wee bit later, after i go to class (yay grad school!). i won’t be around much tonight because of a concert, but i’ll be back in full swing soon! in the meanwhile, i’ll try to post a little bit about my dumb children until i have to run. thrilled to get going!
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