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Succession 4.10 “With Open Eyes”

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karolina could deal with situations sensibly. the woman was pragmatic between blinks, and tension filled breaths. resilient to the core. though, behind the walls of her own home, one could take one close look at the noticeable cracks.

setting oneself aside for the sake of business had become such autopilot that the woman found it difficult to navigate her own true emotions. she was spilling. leaking, what seemed to be, all that she bottled up and ignored.

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it was sylvaine's comforting touch that patched the emotional discharge. ❛ i'm having a difficult time. ❜ clearly. it was hard to admit. karolina could extinguish the biggest fires, but not her own.

she'd play back moments, words in her mind wanting it all to make sense. scrunching her brows in frustration that her own self was a puzzle she could not crack. ❛ fucking hell, sylv. ❜ karolina breathed out - posture slumping slightly. ❛ stress ridden isn't very attractive. i'm just reaching a limit, and i'm not used to having people around to witness... - tell me, ❜ fingers smoothed across her leg, she thought about grazing sylvaine's soothing hand, but kept to her own space. at an attempt to lighten the air, ❛ you must have grabbed the short stick. ❜ - having been the one to witness karolina's humility.

sylvaine listened quietly as karolina spoke, her expression calm * &. understanding, despite the turmoil swirling within her own mind. she could feel the weight of the girl’s words, each one heavy with the weight of unspoken emotions * &. uncertainties.

as karolina apologized, sylvaine couldn't help but feel a pang of sympathy for her. she knew all too well the struggle of navigating personal space * &. boundaries, especially when two lives intertwine in unexpected ways. yet, despite the understanding, there was a part of sylvaine that longed for clarity, for resolution to the unspoken tension that lingered between them.

sylv, i'm just. . . karolina's voice trailed off, searching for the right words, * &. sylvaine couldn't help but feel a surge of frustration at the elusive nature of their conversation. she longed to break through the barriers that seemed to separate them, to bridge the gap between their worlds.

when she mentioned feeling accustomed to solitude, sylvaine's heart twinged with a mixture of empathy * &. longing. she understood the need for space, for independence, but she couldn't shake the feeling of loneliness that seemed to permeate the air around them.

❛ it's okay, karo, ❜ sylvaine replied softly, reaching out to place a comforting hand on her arm. ❛ i understand. * &. i'm sorry too. . . for not making it easier for you. i just. . . i want us to be okay, you know? i want to find a way to navigate this. . . whatever it is. . . together. ❜

there was a ( vulnerability ) in sylvaine's voice, a raw honesty that she rarely allowed herself to show. but in that moment, with karolina sitting before her, baring her own soul, sylvaine couldn't help but feel a glimmer of hope. maybe, just maybe, they could find their way through the darkness together.

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i know. the 'busy' kept me away. i took this week off, even though i have a lot of work to catch up on.... BUT i hopefully plan to be around on here. :) :) :)

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collected was the face that opened the door, keeping rattling uncertain feelings behind the patient knocks. time stretched out between the two women. lives were had apart. stepping into one another's vision again made the brunette inhale. luckily, karolina was an expert at controlling her emotions. she'd reel them in, secure them under layers, and breathe calmly. collected. ❛ claire. ❜ karolina greeted stepping to the side for claire to take her position as an invitation to enter her home. there was a foreign feeling where karolina once knew claire very well... now, almost parasocial from years of catching glimpses of the blonde in some glowy spotlight. there was a tingling in the woman's arms. unsure if she should open them for a welcoming embrace. for now, karolina nodded, ❛ it's been ...awhile. come in. ❜ karolina novotney wasn't....nervous ? one of those mentioned layers was rattling. closing the door behind them, karolina took a second to breathe, trying to ignore the dizzy stars that circled her head from the passing perfume. with a small clearing of her throat - ❛ can i get you anything ? ❜ arms folded to her chest.

open to f/nb, 40+ PLOT: CLAIRE and your muse had a homoerotic friendship that ended once she got married in the mid 90s. they hadn’t seen each other much after this, but claire wanted to stop and pay them a visit while she was in their town even though it makes her incredibly nervous.

one would think a woman who spent her entire adult life in front of a camera was confident enough to address anyone, or anything, at any given time. claire had endlessly graced talkshows, red carpets, runways and photoshoots and for as long as she could remember. so the fact that she was so on edge about meeting up with her one of oldest friends was incredibly bewildering and unfamiliar to her. perhaps it was her own guilt eating away at her. she really had no explanation for going ghost and reducing their friendship to the occasional email when she felt comfortable enough to send one - which wasn’t often. so it was safe to say that claire had no idea how to pick up where they left off. but surprisingly, she pushed herself to follow through on her commitment. as soon as her driver dropped her off at her friend’s location, she knocked on the door and anxiously rocked back and forth on her feet. in the past, she would just let herself in without an introduction. that just didn’t feel appropriate given the circumstances. several moments passed before she was knocking again. the door swung open and claire was ambushed by the depth of her own feelings. “um, hi. can i come in?”

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SUCCESSION 1x02 | Shit Show At The Fuck Factory Karolina doesn’t know who the boss is – looks around.

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independent roman roy written by #ᴅʏɴᴀsᴛʏ. writer is 21+; nsfw & triggers tagged.

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yesterday i went to a party and i kissed this girl and she kept trying to give me her linkedin and i was like ...LINKEDIN? and she said yes linkedin. so i said i dont use linkedin. do you have instagram though. and she was like yes i do have instagram. you should add me on linkedin. and i said i dont use linkedin. and she said i will add you on linkedin. and i said girl give me your instagram you are NOT flirting with me through linkedin. and she was like. ok. fine. here's my instagram then. and gave me her instagram, which she clearly uses a lot, so it wasnt even that she only uses linkedin but rather that she just wanted to talk to me through linkedin specifically. fascinating woman if i wasnt already attracted to her her unwavering loyalty to linkedin wouldve drawn me in for sure

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watching gerri's facial expressions twist in reaction to karolina's drink was more truth revealed than the two women ever exposed in front of waystar. ❛ you could have not taken a sip. ❜ karolina, laying out the obvious route for gerri's taste buds safety defended her drink. rightfully so. inserted suggestion over a drink that crackled in bitter citrus. well endowed, zesty with coriander and juniper. always ordered without hesitancy.

unlike gerri's reaction, karolina's face eased into a huffed laughter. men. always surrounded by the overly privileged characters who lacked filter, mixed with the younger male generation's stupidity. karolina could live without men. - ❛ crumbs could possibly cause a rat infestation. i think we have enough of those around already. ❜ humor ran dry as her gin. karolina welcomed the drink that slid closer to her. manicured fingers wrapped around the sophisticated stem - the base of her lifted movement to take a sip. ❛ What special occasion calls for the extra olive ? ❜ blue eyes couldn't help but notice the slick olive. one more than gerri normally added. karolina's mental notes were adding sub-points beside the details already known of the blonde.

lips pursed from the dry martini still lingering on her curved lips. karolina wasn't greedy, but she took another drink of gerri's martini before the second round was placed in front of them, her first gin and tonic still being worked upon. the brunette always appreciated how proactive gerri was anticipating karolina would tend to another. caution to the wind. karolina's stitching of restraint was going to come undone the more time and liquor allowed. two women stepping aside from navigating cooperate intrigue to swim in gin waters.

reserved, but competent. karolina sighed to the question knowing if the volume on surrounding patrons was turned down, she would be able to hear the fuzzing vibrations of her phone. ❛ Leon, ❜ tight lipped frustration towards the situation. ❛ if i look at my phone, im certain there will be ten more memes to decipher. flame and fruit emojis following. if you want to give it a go after round two. ❜ roman texting flare. nothing out of karolina's norm to handle.

Their usual booth after a long week of putting out various fires for Waystar was equipped with a constant stream of drinks ─ Gerri's dry martini (with an extra olive since she was feeling catty tonight), and Karolina's which the general counsel claimed to lose the taste for tonic water after her second daughter, but still took a small sip of whilst she waited for her second. "How can you drink that K?" Sliding it back to its owner, a quiet laugh was emitted in an attempt to hide her grimace at the fizzy tang that sat on her tongue. "I suppose that's one more time then I have wanted to throw a Snickers bar at him and lock him in his office with a calculator for recreation," Words trail off as the waiter comes back in record time, a polite, almost grateful smile gracing pink lips as Gerri waits until she spots his back before downing half of it. "Here, take a sip of this, still gin, don't worry."

Retro-square glasses show her a purview with cosy dim-lighting that conceals part of their lips from other patrons, yet the two still sit close together, Gerri inviting Karolina to sit by her since she noticed the woman's potential as she worked her way up the corporate latter and soon their divisions interlaced. "Well if we ever lose him, I'm sure that pile of crumbs will lead us somewhere." Knowing the younger woman in such an innate sense had blurred many lines in the lawyer's world, and though Gerri prided herself on being able to separate personal emotions from her work ones, she could not help the soft spot for the other. The one that made her want to turn off Karolina's phone, if only for an hour, and maybe even the PR manager's brain, so she wouldn't have to worry about press releases or paperwork. If only that could occur without seeming as if the world would implode. "Has Roman been blowing up your phone, or his guy, what the fuck is his name um Liam or something, I don't know what he's planning but Logan's pawning it off on me because he wants to give someone else a chance to run for father of the year."

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karolina's eyes focused on her throat in the bathroom mirror while she swallowed the migraine relieving pills. lids squinted as if to conjure a faster time release for the concocted medicine. desperate for any relief. her chest lifted feeling the night would grow longer than the day had dragged. her never resting mind knotted with an urge to crawl into bed. to just be illuminated by the light of her phone until her eyes fell submissive to a lulling slumber.

sylvaine. a situation karolina was bubbled in uncertainty. the only knowing pin point was that she needed to fix whatever this was. walking back into the living area, karolina stopped a few feet from sylvaine. caring, understanding, all things karolina was without earning of. when her lips went to speak, karolina failed again.

it was almost irritating how understanding sylvaine could be. an easier route would be for the other woman to be dismissive, take the cloud of chaos the brunette had created and bloom a disastrous storm. karolina could be done. move on. give her time to her occupation. a typical route. ❛ so, ❜ fingers clasping together was the reset when karolina sat down in front of sylvaine. she owed the other woman a face-to-face conversation. ❛ sylv, im just - ❜ a pause. karolina was searching for wording that wasn't corporate coded, and gifted some portion of vulnerability. ❛ used to coming home, and not having anyone in my space. ❜ brows knitted not particularly being fond of how it sounded, but - it was true. karolina's voice softened. ❛ - and im sorry i've been directing some of that release towards you. it's not with intent ... ❜

sylvaine observed karolina's subtle cues with a sense of understanding, recognizing the familiar pattern of tension * &. frustration that often accompanied their interactions. as karolina spoke, sylvaine offered a reassuring nod, her expression calm * &. composed. she could sense the weight of karolina's words, understanding the importance of this moment.

❛ of course, karolina, ❜ sylvaine replied, her voice soft yet steady. ❛ i'm here to listen whenever you're ready to talk. ❜ with a gentle touch on karolina's arm, she conveyed her support * &. solidarity, silently encouraging her to release the burdens weighing on her mind. she had always been a steadfast presence for karolina, a beacon of stability in turbulent times.

as karolina mentioned getting a tylenol, sylvaine nodded again, acknowledging the need for a moment of respite. ❛ take your time, ❜ she said, offering a warm smile. ❛ i'll be here when you're ready. ❜ she understood the importance of self-care, recognizing that sometimes a simple act like taking a pain reliever could make a world of difference.

sylvaine moved to take a seat nearby, her posture relaxed yet attentive. ❛ whenever you're ready to share, i'm here to offer whatever guidance or assistance you may need. ❜ she spoke with a calm assurance, her presence a steadfast anchor amidst the swirling currents of uncertainty and doubt. she had always been karolina's confidante, a source of wisdom * &. understanding in a world full of chaos * &. complexity.

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SUCCESSION | 1.02 — “Shit Show at the Fuck Factory”

Siobhan & Karolina

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Give me a plot where muse a and muse b were so in love with each other, they had the rest of their lives planned out together and even got their initials tattooed on one another. This was THE love, the one people see in the movies, of blissful happiness mixed with hardships where they only grew stronger and closer to one another. Then something separates them or they have a big fight, it’s safe to say there wasn’t any closure on either side and now almost a little over a decade later and they meet up again, at some business trip. They’re both with someone else, whether it be they are married with kids or just in a relationship is up for plotting. But they connect again, a bit awkwardly but as if no time has passed at all and maybe they fall into bed together or spend the rest of the trip with each other, there are still feelings there after all this time and just give me the struggles of how they’ve had to change after their break up and the sorrow and angst and passion, the battle of their current relationship and all the confusing feelings and rkakcbek yes

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eyes lifted to her name. karolina felt her body want to make a mockery of her self. communication is key. wasn't that her entire...existence ? brows lifted then dropped with a deflated sigh. confrontation wasn't something karolina was running away from. it would be handled. they'd been here before. everyone who floated in and out of her life outside of waystar's glass panels had been here with her before. a broken record, still spinning on its scratched vinyl.

�� right. ❜ the woman stiffened before relaxing to the touch. sylvaine was the voice of patience, and reason that karolina often voiced. a reminder of why they blended smoothly. ❛ i just - . ❜ need a cigarette. karolina wanted to nibble on the vice. allow the smoke to fill her lungs and rid of her stressors. just for a desperate moment. leaning on her habit like a mental crutch was something she'd been trying to ween herself off of. cigarette cartons were hidden throughout her home to make access limited. ❛ i'm going to get a Tylenol. ❜ release the tension pulsing at her temples. ❛ - but please, come sit, lets talk. ❜

─── * &&. sylvaine observed karolina's demeanor with a mixture of concern and understanding. the tension between them was palpable, * &. sylvaine knew all too well the delicate balance they were walking. she met karolina's gaze with a soft yet unwavering expression, her own eyes reflecting a depth of empathy.

❛ karolina, ❜ sylvaine began, her voice gentle yet firm, ❛ i understand. it has been a challenging week for both of us. ❜ she paused, allowing her words to sink in before continuing. ❛ but we must find a way to navigate through this together. communication is key, even when it's difficult. ❜

sylvaine reached out, a gesture of solidarity, though her touch remained tentative, as if unsure whether it would be welcomed. ❛ i know you're trying, * &. i appreciate that. but we need to address these issues before they become insurmountable obstacles. ❜

there was a sincerity in sylvaine's tone, a genuine desire to mend whatever rift had formed between them. ❛ let's take a step back, reassess, * &. find a way forward. together. ❜

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god forbid, karolina dared to part her lips with honesty. she could make a verbal list of all the ways staying was for her own benefit. feed shiv the banquet of reasons on how the last handful of illicit moments were needed. wanted... for longer than she'd care to admit. karolina kept her mouth silenced from what shiv could potentially gnaw onto boost her already blooming ego between them. the feeling was better to dilate her pupils around the red head's imagery. karolina hadn't even taken notice to how her mouth had slightly opened until finger tips began to ghost over her skin.

goosebumps rising, karolina's eyes finally left the curves of shiv's face to watch the mindless shapes being traced along her leg. ❛ mm. ❜ humming a short reaction, she nodded with a tight grin before reaching to the floor. ❛ right, ❜ another nod, and she slid her arms through her gathered blouse. - black, monochrome to the rest of her discarded clothes. ❛ right. ❜ again, followed by a light jab of her foot to shiv's body. ❛ had to smother the scent. - you were like a dog humping my leg. ❜ where karolina often fell silent, she decided to play, ❛ spraying me with your pheromones. ..was so tough. ❜

it was imagined the comments wouldn't die down. they'd follow karolina in a taunting trail for as long as she remained in shiv's space. they crossed this line together. ❛ what do you want to eat ? ❜ follow the agenda. taking the matter into her own hands, not waiting for shiv to stop looking at her like... that. fuck. karolina's inner monologue spiraling while leveling her exterior to a collected demeanor. the brunette reached for her phone again, lightly skimming the notifications with her eyes. blues lifted to shiv while her fingers busied the screen.

cheap. karolina novotney doesn't want to make shiv roy feel...cheap. a breath escaped her lips, amusement propelling it forward, an ounce of bewilderment latching on for the ride. she doesn't have to look around to know they've entered unfamiliar territory. taken the odd left turn instead of shiv's usual right. the one leading down a path shiv can navigate in the dark, often sans pants.

one night stands weren't foreign to her. even within the timeline of her marriage, karolina was not the first person who had taken a similar position on her couch. in her bed. there was a history of others...more male than not. more uninspiring than not. their lust always disproportionate to hers. she wanted them, sure. but never as much as they wanted her. and, subsequently, she avoided the onus that this scenario now thrust upon her. asking karolina to stay.

shiv isn't so lost that she's forfeited all sense of self...like those climbers that increasingly lose their mind as they ascend up the mountain. the orgasm was good, but not lobotomy-good. her brain — and pride — were still wholly intact. she can't ask for someone like karolina to stay. but she can want it.

"so your staying is purely for my benefit?" she challenged, head tilting to meet karolina's gaze. an arm came down to rest over karolina's leg, the one that had taken up residence in shiv's lap. her eyes don't leave the brunette, even as her fingers lazily skate over the surface of her skin, inching up toward her knee but never moving beyond.

"well, please, novotney. i wouldn't want to put you out," shiv sighed, mirroring karolina's position, elbow resting against the back of the couch. "tough night for you, all the smoking and cumming on my couch..."

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KAROLINA NOVOTNEY — SUCCESSION  “With Open Eyes” (4x10)

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passive aggressive body language flaked off. karolina's response was failing to voice her desires. instead eyes narrowed in the brisk silence towards the other woman. push. pull. the toxins dripped between them, and if karolina didn't snap her mind right, they'd both slip.

lips parted curved open wanting to speak. karolina failed, scrunched her brows further, and sunk into a sigh. invisible. the overworked brunette relaxed further to words stuffed with such disappointment. sylvaine filled her sight. swallowed in the blue iris waves. ❛ okay. ❜ karolina began to the noticeable ache. ❛ the footing is off. i'm trying, sylv. ❜ in her own way. frustration twisted in between want, and isolation. karolina could self sabotage in these quiet settings tucked away from corporate life. it's a huge reason why her personal life never thrived. always tilted to combustion.

❛ i can see you're frustrated. ❜ the only emotion karolina was allowed to see in these moments. always eager to peel back another layer, but never given the green light to. a feature karolina admired about sylvaine. holding out patience, karolina stood still for a moment. ❛ it's been a long week. ❜

❛ you’re giving me fucking whiplash. ❜

this push * &. pull game isn’t what she had in mind when she agreed to do this with karolina. though, her pleadings cause her to pause in her tracks ; a sharp sigh leaving the back of her throat. ─── the weight of her emotions hanging heavy in the air, her thoughts swirling with uncertainty. was this truly what she wanted? the realization dawned on her like a sudden revelation, prompting her to reassess her boundaries & desires. with a deep breath, she steeled herself for the next steps, determined to navigate this intricate dance with newfound clarity * &. resolve.

❛ why am i here if you’re just going to treat me like i'm invisible? ❜ if she wanted to be treated this way she would've been better off visiting her mother. ❛ you either want me here or you don’t. ❜ despite her anger flaring up, she's hurt, more than anything. she'd never admit that, ever. * &. she does pretty well at hiding how she really feels. all anyone sees sylvanie as nothing but cutting edge rage. always have. always will.