#𝒊. [ 𝓗. 𝙾𝚂𝙱𝙾𝚁𝙽 ] . . . . ᵖʳᵒˢᵉ ˒ ◟ in character.

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send 🎲 to generate a kiss - Molly

36. a kiss to the shoulder.

it's conversation disguised as intimacy —— though it did, admittedly, hold a genuine twinge of affection in the process. while he practically circles around her amidst the gala crowd with a hushed tone, glass in hand as body heat radiates from the perfectly pressed button up fitted against his chest. to brush over and warm her arm, her shoulder, and eventually the expanse of her back as he finally stills behind her... ( another event, ) another night of mindless networking for him, where he was forced to make conversation with the geriatric corporate types he's sure norman would have been terribly fond of; likely even friends with.

and another night of sticky cat burglar fingers for her.

of course, they've played this game before, and perhaps he shouldn't be once again playing along with the thrill of her picking these suits clean. ( but each of them could easily afford a new rolex, ) a new set of diamonds around their wrists. their bank accounts wouldn't ache with what goes missing from their pockets —— and harry didn't give enough of a shit about any of them to feel that sorry. but maybe he should have... he very well could have been one of her victims the first time they'd crossed paths.

blues had been subtly scoping while he pretended to speak lowly in her proximity —— it wasn't anything important, just something to fill the gap and not bring raised brows from any old fuck that may or may not have been listening... until a gentle kiss is placed upon the very tip of a prominent bone beneath the skin of her exposed shoulder. ( only to lift off of it after a few seconds, ) releasing his tenderness with a soft smack of lips, and his chin somewhat nudged in the direction of his suggested target while remaining close to her ear. ❛❛ that one. ❜❜

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even after several successful nights —— the nerves of being caught were still bundled up in a package somewhere in his brain , though they were getting pushed further and further into the back of his mind with each grind she offered him. they'd be lost and entirely forgotten soon. as soon as he gets to peel the clothing from their bodies , the feeling would only be a distant memory attached to adrenaline. she felt so warm against him [ ... ] and each kiss she trailed along the space of his features scattered with a slight flush and even more beauty marks would make him smile.

❛❛ i never said that— ❜❜ it's cooed back quietly , breath ghosting against her lips lingering a mere inches from his own. but before he could continue —— a particularly rough thrust of hips into his would have his lips part as he sucked in a breath of air. it registered to him then that his pajama pants were suddenly a little too restrictive instead of comfortable as they were supposed to be [ ... ] and with her movements came the phantom feeling of remembering what it feels like to be inside of her. it made his spine tingle.

hands eagerly found a firm grip on her hips as he decided to slowly move forward from his position with faces remaining close —— leaning her back into the mattress with him as he did so. ❛❛ always the drama queen. ❜❜ he'll grin as he slotted himself between her legs and went in for the kiss she unfairly deprived him of moments before. ❛❛ i wanna see you all night , every night— ❜❜ fingertips wrapped themselves around the elastic band of her undergarments and gave a small tug for permission. ❛❛ an' i can prove it to you if you let me in. ❜❜

It was already too much and she was the one who started it. Tiffany was already drunk from the attention Harry was so graciously giving her, even if she's gotten the same attenion almost three nights in a row... Her face is flushed as his warm, soft hands work their way over her body. She has to clench her jaw tightly to keep from letting anything too loud slip out as her legs slightly buckle against him almost as if the friction between them surprised her.

Dainty, manicured fingers move to grab his chin to hold him in place so she can leave gentle kisses on the tip of his nose and cheeks before stopping at his lips, giggling softly against him.

"You don't want to see me anymore tonight?" She teased as her movements start to build up more friction, hips getting ever so slightly rougher, "Can't say I haven't thought about it.."

Maybe it was rebellion, maybe it was calling her parents bluff but she truly didn't think anything would come from her parents catching one of the most newly influencal names feeling her up. They should be happy that she was so obsessed with someone so powerful! Even if he was the one who got her into drinking...

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20)  one muse sits on the other’s lap with their cock inside while they do another task  (  @mjaniewatson reading lines hehe  ). 

now, harry's no actor... not by a long shot, not by any stretch of the imagination —— but that doesn't mean he can't play pretend for a little while; by lazily sounding out words on the paper @mjaniewatson had given him. ( after all, ) she insisted on nailing this upcoming audition... and when had he truly ever given her even a hint of rejection? never, never, never... ( she's the warmth in this otherwise chilly parlor, ) now the warmth that had settled onto his lap what felt like an eternity ago.

AND IF SHE THOUGHT HIS DELIVERY HAD BEEN DULL AND UNENTHUSIASTIC IN THE BEGINNING....

well, now it was just poor and somewhat strangled each time his mouth opened. harry's no actor... and it would be near impossible for him to pretend anything at this moment, to stifle his growing impatience. ( it was entirely unfair, ) the process that had led them half bare and wholly connected; as connected as two bodies could possibly be. he'd rightfully assumed her rehearsing had been completely abandoned once touching began. once clothing was torn away; and certainly once she'd lowered herself down onto his lap, further and further until he was fully seated inside of her in a sensation that made his eyes flutter shut.

UNTIL THAT FUCKING SCRIPT ENDED UP BACK IN HER HANDS.

it's impossible for him focus —— being buried within a wet embrace that made his cock twitch in anticipation and head swim. his own paper had been long forgotten and tossed aside, so he tries to look at hers by peering over her shoulder. ( just as it was impossible for him to stay still. ) with a hand snaked around, long pianist fingers were splayed over her abdomen while his hips attempted to faintly rock into her with a bubbling frustration and avidity. his lips brushed over her shoulder, nudging aside the falling cascades of red with a hot sigh; ( it'd be so easy to just grab her hips and lift her up and start fucking her himself— )

but she was still reading... and he'd lost what line she was on. there's a slight tremble in his fingers; and they tweaked before subtly tightening over her stomach as he finally cut her off mid sentence with an almost breathless but stern rendition of her name. ❛❛ start moving. ❜❜ despite it coming off as more of a command— and it was— there's still a plea hidden within it.

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› ﹙ PETER ﹚ i mean, this place is pretentious. | | | | | | @painofhumanity

keeping appearances seemed to be just as ( if not more ) important than running a company. it was a life that harry had grown accustomed to rather early —— something considered normal for those within the world of his father's pay grade. whether it was gatherings of suited up adults in his own home when he was young where he would watch from afar after being told to go to bed , or being dragged along to various family friendly functions for norman's friends and business partners to keep the facade of a happy father and son [ ... ] it was familiar. but that didn't mean harry enjoyed them any more than he had to. growing up was realizing they were much less eventful than when he would spy from the top of a long winding staircase , a child's imagination running wild with what was being discussed down below.

the glaze in his eyes must have been apparent —— lights being replaced with ghosts amidst a moment of dissociation. even the drink in his hand couldn't keep him tethered to this realm as he stood towards the corner of a spacious room. but peter's voice beside him would bring him back down to earth [ ... ] guiding his return to this very moment , and he'd glance over towards his friend with a growing smile ; not one similar to the kind he had been forcing for a majority of the evening. ❛❛ gee , thanks man. ❜❜ left hand came down on the other's shoulder for a couple pats. ❛❛ what the hell does that say about me , then? ❜❜ it's joked with a laugh and he'll bring his glass towards lips for a sip before continuing. ❛❛ i appreciate you keeping me company , pete , but.... you don't gotta stay —— i wouldn't even be here if i didn't have t'be. ❜❜

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› ﹙ ANGÈLIQUE ﹚ have you been keeping an eye on me?

❛❛ no. ❜❜ but it's spoken far too quickly to be the truth —— as quick as someone who was attempting to bury their tracks in the dirt and becoming a little too defensive when approached. perhaps even embarrassed to be caught [ ... ] that would mean he cared enough to put the effort in to keeping tabs while he isn't around. oh , the vulnerability of being seen ! the vulnerability of being seen feeling. but would it be such a terrible crime if he had been? the end of his occasionally overly dramatic world , perhaps. but it was only born out of concern.

besides , what use is there in having the power in his hands to do so if he didn't take advantage? the little white lie felt heavy on his tongue , however , almost immediately souring his tastebuds as if something on them had expired. so he'd allow an uneasy laugh to come to fruition —— and a roll of his shoulders followed.

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his hand raised to pinch his index finger and thumb together before deciding to completely revoke his previous stance. ❛❛ maybe just a little. ❜❜ and a sheepish yet teasing smile was ultimately sent in @frxncaise's direction [ ... ] pushing himself to finish what he had already started ; though it could be considered something more along the lines of him blurting it out before she could rebuke. ❛❛ i was worried , alright? i already know what you're gonna say —— don't make a big deal about it. ❜❜

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it could be worse... at least, that's what he's currently telling himself. like a mantra to convince no one other than his racing mind. but suddenly it felt as though oscorp had a thousand floors to get through before the elevator reached his office —— and what he hated even more than how slow it rose was just how horribly awkward this conversation was. if it could even be considered a conversation at all ; though he's glad she initiated it. if it were up to him, it would have been a silent trip. that way he would have had more time to prepare for their next inevitable encounter. ( it wasn't like this when they were kids. ) it wasn't like this at all. and he's also painfully aware that this isn't how their reunion was supposed to go....

no awkward tension that lingered thickly in the close space between them. no perplexing formalities. they should be embracing one another the same way any other childhood friends would after time spent unfairly separated.

each form of address felt like a bullet —— and he's convinced this is what it would feel like to claw out of the grave one had dug for themself. they all came with their own set of problems, ( one held a sense of favoritism, one a reminder of his father, and another that just felt as though it should never be used between friends. ) he nearly winced and flinched at each of her attempts ; ❛❛ gwen, please— ❜❜ he manages to interject with an uncomfortable laugh as he shifts on his feet. though her smile, no matter how meek it might have been, and words that weren't attempting to find a semblance of workplace professionalism would bring him the smallest amount of ease.

❛❛ just... call me by my name when it's the two of us. ❜❜ even correcting her felt wrong. his own smile appears, small and tugging crookedly on the corners of lips, and his hands removed themselves from the pockets of his jacket to fold at his front. slender fingers immediately go to fiddle with the watch clasped securely to his wrist—

❛❛ i missed you too... ❜❜ the admission wouldn't have came out so quiet in any other setting, and he'll clear his throat to make more room before he continues. ❛❛ and i heard about your dad... i'm sorry. ❜❜ his gaze finds the flooring of the elevator for a moment as he considers his next words, and before he can think about whether or not it should be suggested while they were both technically working —— ❛❛ we should get lunch or something, to catch up. my treat. ❜❜

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⸻ There were worse people to get stuck in an elevator with.

Just kidding! Actually, this was her worst nightmare.

Gwen's childhood friend - turned orphan - turned boss was now in close proximity to her, and she couldn't even figure out how she was supposed to address him now. "Hare" was out the window, as was presumably Harry. Of course, whilst stuck in an elevator alone with him, perhaps she had the ability to call him by his first name. It probably wasn't worth making things weird[...]er than they already were.

❝ Mr. Osborn, ❞ She tries with a smile, before looking at the ground and cringing. It just brought her mind to the ever-present scowl that Harry's dad seemed to have whenever she saw them together as kids. She didn't like the idea that she might be inspiring a comparison with use of such a title. ❝ Okay, hated that. Trying something different. ❞  She winces, before looking up at him with a smile that says she's trying.

❝ It's been a long time, I've missed you. ❞ The pause is loud. ❝ Sir. ❞ She hates it. Hates it for other reasons, but hates it less. She does what she can to make light conversation, knowing sitting in the silence would feel so much worse. ❝ I heard you took over pretty soon after coming back, that must be ... a lot to take in. And on, adjustment-wise, what with the new workload. If you ever need to talk, I'm here for you... Sir. [...] I, uh, I lost my dad pretty recently too. I might not get it, but I — I get it. ❞ 

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› ﹙ ANGÈLIQUE ﹚ cut that out. not in public.

but the possibility of prying eyes meant very little to him [ ... ] and the busy city streets flooded with pedestrians minding their own business meant even less. and a hand that had otherwise remained stationary on the small of @frxncaise's back in an attempt to keep her away from the bustle that instead decided to go rogue would certainly go unnoticed. it was a slow descent —— one even relatively innocuous , and could be explained as something of cheeky affection.

alas , a perhaps instinctual swat from her would bring it to an end ; and her reprimand came just as quick. his laugh in response would contain both amusement and disbelief before returning his hand to it's proper placement with a roll of his eyes. ❛❛ c'mon , you act like anyone's even looking —— an ass squeeze isn't gonna turn heads. ❜❜

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perhaps he's gotten too used to the idea of someone treating the spot at his side as a badge of honor to the public eye [ ... ] the desire of wanting to be seen with harry was often taken as some sort of opportunity. relationships that take and take —— yes , he almost certainly has gotten too used to it. his smile slowly began showing signs of faltering as he temporarily glanced away from the sidewalk to find her. ❛❛ what— are you embarrassed ? ❜❜

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❛❛ i hardly do as i'm told. ❜❜

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› ﹙ PETER ﹚ you've changed.

had he ? time will do that to you , harry supposes. though he doesn't consider the fact that time will ( oftentimes cruelly ) twist the parts of you that you don't often see from an outsider's point of view —— it is a change that only those who knew the younger you ( that older model no longer being manufactured ) ; would notice. he doesn't think he's changed. but of course... only @godforbidrp would be the true seeing eye in this reunion of friends that were mercilessly separated during those most formative years. peter had always known him best. perhaps a part of him didn't want to know what exactly he meant by it.

and even now [ ... ] all that time spent apart... ( how many years had it been ? three ? ) it almost felt as if none had passed at all. harry so easily managed to mold himself back into the known comfort of his home that was new york —— he's sure this reconciliation would be be just as easy and seamless.

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❛❛ didn't know losing my baby face was considered changing. ❜❜ a smile grows across cheeks as his arm extends to give the other a playful nudge. ❛❛ can't say the same for you , though. ❜❜

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an expected choice begins to spin inside the stereo —— the black album starting out strong with enter sandman , and something of a snort is expelled from nostrils. he'll make room for her on the plush mattress despite the size having plenty to spare [ ... ] and watch as a piece of his makeshift tower slowly falls to the floor. ❛❛ watch it , nosey. i've got a system goin' on here. ❜❜ he leaned further into the pillows and allowed for his body to decompress as the intensity of his game was now put on the back burner.

❛❛ i dunno if you've ever heard of it but— ❜❜ deciding to hit save in the event that he'd be done for the night , the controller was carelessly tossed away. landing near his feet at the edge of the bed with a roll —— and he turned to face her. ❛❛ some scientists invented this new thing called contact lenses... they're pretty revolutionary. ❜❜ it was his turn to tease and his smirk would only solidify it. ❛❛ maybe he just doesn't wanna look like a dork anymore. ❜❜ the jab at his best friend was one drowning in affection [ ... ] too many times has harry used his fists to defend peter when anyone else dared to speak the same. ❛❛ or maybe he's trying to impress a girl. ❜❜

❝ i've always been this way. you're just now realizing this about me ? ❞her tone is playful,a big goofy grin on her face. she ends up finding metallica,good enough for her. she'll put it on his radio player,slapping in the cd part of the radio and turning the volume up just a little bit so she could still hear him talk,❝ oh,i'm judging. but because it's you i won't be too harsh. ❞she'll plop next to him on the bed,knocking over a pillow as she does this and watches his game for a moment before responding.

❝ like,off beat. not his usual self. i noticed the next day how weird he was acting. he doesn't wear his glasses anymore,dude has shit vision. how does that just magically go away ? ❞

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› ﹙ @vulpuslunae ﹚ continued.

privacy was something best taken as sacred when it seemed as though your entire life was for the entertainment of others —— from the day he had made his debut in this cold world , it felt to be more of a stage while harry was the show. prying eyes watching his every move [ ... ] every youthful mistake , every relationship , every death. none of it could be his and his alone. the public loved your downfalls just as much as your accomplishments... maybe even more. of course , what those gossip magazines have especially honed in on after the passing of his father —— was his bachelor lifestyle amidst his still relatively new position in the osborn legacy. rightful heir , successor. new york's finest and youngest c.e.o was unattached ; and seemingly leaving a trail of broken hearts in his wake. read more about it on page eleven. ( photos of his alleged latest hook up included ! )

most of those he decided to kill loneliness for a night or a week with didn't mind the attention [ ... ] their name or face in tabloids. in fact , one might argue that it's a part of what draws them towards him in the first place. to be seen with him , to get what they need —— relationships that take and take. but it's easier to say that he doesn't mind ; is he not also getting what he needs out of them in return?

but the sneaking away from an obnoxiously boring party and driving fast for miles outside of town before booking a room would prove this to not be the case. after all , miharu had her own reputation to uphold. one he is sure that others have warned would be tainted if she began mixing business and pleasure with the osborn heir. but what could the pair do when something so primal called —— was it wrong to listen to the natural wants and needs of your body? it couldn't possibly be so terrible when it feels this good.

he managed to keep up the act of patience as their lips collided until swollen and bruised and shiny with spit. it didn't matter whose [ ... ] it tasted of the same rich fruity wine both had gotten their fair share of. the true desperation would come to make itself known once he'd all but torn the clothes from her frame ; mouth reconnecting to her skin as she's cornered to the nearest wall for further exploration. open mouthed kisses that began at her jaw and neck and continued them further —— a longer moment of attention given to breasts upon his slow descent , and he finally settled himself on knees before her.

it was short lived much to his own dismay ; not even enough time to make himself at home between the thighs parted just enough for him. but enough time for his tongue to achieve a small hint of honey that was dripping. he moaned a vibration against her at the initial taste —— feeling the trembling of legs he was more than ready to support , but she would quickly snatch his own pleasure away from him to bring him towards the mattress instead. a short sound of complaint left his throat at the sudden loss and he'll press a deep kiss into her lips before pulling back. ❛❛ what d'you mean not yet? ❜❜ both confused and whiny , he was practically pouting. tongue brushed against his lower lip to find a small remnant of what had cruelly been taken from him. ❛❛ c'mon , i need it— ❜❜ he'll go in for another kiss with furrowed brows. ❛❛ i wanna make you feel good— ❜❜

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› ﹙ ANGÈLIQUE ﹚ steamy windows. | | | | | our muses can't make it out of the car without steaming up the windows. @frxncaise

if he hadn't been so busy with much more pressing matters at hand —— he would have reached out towards the nearest condensation riddled window to innocently draw some sort of design with his index finger. maybe his name , her name , or even a very poorly done heart. something that would smear away the fog and uncover a proper new york winter [ ... ] a city blanketed by an almost blinding layer of white and the current flurries of snow that would only add on to the growing piles. one could simply look outside and feel the chill ; but it was much warmer in the back of the limousine. their chauffeured ride parked at the entrance of the estate with an engine still running to ensure the couples comfort until deciding to confront the cold... how long had it been running now? the build up of steam surely hadn't been from a long winded conversation.

while their contracted marriage was still relatively new , and he would be lying if he said he hadn't enjoyed what they've made of their budding relationship thus far —— there has been a rather grueling aspect that he hadn't entirely anticipated upon reciting vows and making promises he intended to keep. the waiting. a period of celibacy that felt as though he's been suffering through for a lifetime ; admittedly , he's a bit dramatic... though perhaps in hindsight it could eventually be something he would consider an accomplishment. a lesson to be learned that the lack of physical intimacy wouldn't kill him where he stands as he once thought. growing up touch starved with very particular coping mechanisms will sometimes have you believe the craziest things.

perhaps he was a man possessed [ ... ] all but attacking his prey in an act of slowly growing desperation. with bodies facing each other to the best of their abilities given their limited space ; once the pair had worked feverishly to remove his jacket from shoulders to be carelessly tossed , lips that were flushed and bruised couldn't seem to come up for air. the moment they broke from hers , they would just as soon be attached to her neck while his hands attempted to navigate the dress that was very unfortunately and terribly designed for a time like this. sheets upon sheets of fabric concealing her from him —— and it would be just as irritating even if his vision wasn't focused on what skin was already accessible to him. even with one layer of his own now gone , the heat continued to climb.

open mouthed kisses trailed along the space of her neck and shoulders as fingers became lost in tulle in an attempt to find even a hint of what he desired most buried beneath —— the simple act of touching her shouldn't be so inconvenient. frustration in all forms was getting the better of him [ ... ] and he'll finally pull back just enough as he grabbed a handful of what was currently considered his enemy. the distinct sound of ripping could be heard between their heavy breaths and continued until he felt the smoothness of her thigh ; the lips ghosting her neck placed one more peck before he apologizes. ❛❛ —i'll buy you another one.. ❜❜

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› ﹙ @hcpefell ﹚ continued.

❛❛ same difference. ❜❜ though he didn't really mean it —— peter was his friend.... neither a jerk nor an asshole when it really came down to it , and harry knew that [ ... ] but standing somebody up more than once definitely teetered the line in his eyes. perhaps a part of him just wasn't used to seeing a girl pine over the other like some sort of loyal lap dog that didn't know when to give up. it must suck to feel dumped by someone you aren't even really dating —— he didn't understand the chase. but perhaps a part of him also felt a tinge of jealousy ; the notorious disease that ran rampant in high school boys especially. where everything felt more like a game than anything else.

❛❛ yeah , lucky me. ❜❜ a tone oozing in sarcasm with the crooked smirk to match. ❛❛ now i get t'hear all about your little crush. ❜❜ but it only took a beat for him to realize his sour demeanor —— gwen was clearly upset , and he didn't actually want to make it any worse for her. so his shoulders gave a shrug before attempting to patch the open wound she was cheerily trying to conceal with a slow smile pulling across his features. ❛❛ i'm way more fun anyway [ ... ] just don't try to get me t'do my homework or anything. ❜❜

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ah, but some habits just never seem to die —— some people are simply born and predisposed to a more wild nature. ( corporate shackles should have tied him down the moment he signed his name. ) signed his life over with it to the one thing his father loved more than his own son. but alas; old routines wouldn't go down so easily, not without kicking and screaming... and now it was only a matter of being discreet about it. avoid bringing too much attention to himself when he wants to loosen the tie around his neck that often felt like a noose —— lest tabloids regurgitate the same old playboy bachelor stories they so dearly loved; and they still find him every once in a while, albeit during his less vulnerable moments these days. ( norman is surely rolling in his grave regardless. )

but that doesn't mean that his intoxicated decisions wouldn't still come back to haunt him... sometimes it's just sooner than he anticipated.

it wasn't much of a surprise to wake up to an empty bed— harry recalled his... guest mentioning something about having a busy morning, something important, and his continued just as normally with almost a sense of relief of not being forced to acknowledge the night before. that she'd taken matters into her own hands. he's not even sure if her excuse had just been merely that— an excuse, to not have to face the morning together. ( he's not sure if she'd even planned on seeing him again. ) much like he isn't sure if he planned on seeing her again.

but regardless, his thoughts naturally shifted to other things just as quickly as those ones had appeared, and suddenly he's in an oscorp elevator to be lifted up so, so many floors to enter his office. the turnover rate for his assistants had admittedly not been great since he took over —— he'd happily retired the older woman who had been loyal to norman for so many years, and his luck afterwards had simply been nonexistent. ( maybe he's too picky... ) or maybe he's more of an asshole than he thought. so the stack of resumes on his desk had suddenly felt like the current bane of his existence,

and of course the first candidate of the day was late.

blues were busy scanning the sheets of paper as the door opened, ( intern temporarily masquerading as assistant leading her inside ) and he didn't respond to the initial apology while she takes a seat in the chair across from his desk. nor does he glance up —— not until the surprised profanity escapes her... then it was his turn to let eyes involuntarily widen as realization settles. and he's painfully silent for a long moment; only thanking the intern ( andrew, his name was andrew ) to dismiss him while his heart felt stuck somewhere between a rib and his throat. it's only once the door once again closes that air seems to return to his lungs.

she's rambling a bit— to make up for the tension, he assumes— and it's with this trait that he's positive she was the same girl that had been in his bed the night before instead of some doppelganger. ( last names hadn't been exchanged... why would they have been? ) and now he's contemplating just politely wishing her luck on her continued job hunt and telling her to leave; but he can't. why they hell can't he? his silence continues to leave her hanging and he places her resume down on the wooden surface —— thinking, thinking, thinking. the internal battle of approaching the subject or pretending it never happened waged on. until finally,

❛❛ you could've at least woken me up this morning. i was almost late too. ❜❜ it's an attempt at a joke, but his features don't betray much aside from the slightest twitch on the corners of his lips. he leaned back some, leather seat quietly creaking in the process. ❛❛ andrew pushed your application through for a reason, so i'm not gonna kick you out, like i probably should... do you think i should? ❜❜

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morning, silent, and it made her panic instantly because silence was a sign of abnormality in her neighborhood. there were no peaceful mornings; kimberly glanced down at what felt like luxury sheets, head pounding as she tried to recall what events unfolded last night. "fuck." quite literally what had happened. the glorious, award-winning walk of shame--more like roll out of those expensive yet comfortable sheets.

"at least you're not fifty-seven." words were soft, not as soft as the sheets she considered snagging on the way out. double checking the time, today was interview day, and last night shouldn't have happened. well, running late wasn't exactly a good first impression and it would take her at least an hour to make it across the city. completely and utterly screwed.

---here COMES the panic, kimberly shuffled between doors in an attempt to escape the maze of this fun house. ( the EXIT? where the fuck is the exit? ) questioning looks back and forth whom she assumed were guests, who kindly directed her to the front door. "thanks."

"kimberly mayfield." the magazine she held in her hands was set down the minute her name was called. doubt filled her thoughts being five minutes late to an IMPORTANT interview. life or death. there's no way, she was getting this job. no way in the depths of hell.

everyone wanted a job at oscorp which should've been her first red flag, but when she received a call back--well, let's say she was ecstatic. "first, i want to apologize for being late." a gut feeling told her to look up, adjusting her business attire before she sat down. ( what an interesting way of interviewing. a lone wolf chair, creepy. )

"holy shit." should've looked up, kimberly clasped her mouth and a million things went through her head in that moment. it was bad news. "i thought you'd be older." she had to be cursed, but kimberly would continue to deny this was the man she slept with last night.

"nice company you have here." denial wasn't working, fleeing the scene would be smarter than sitting right in front of him. "kimberly. it's me--ugh, mayfield. yeah."

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› ﹙ ANGÈLIQUE ﹚ come back to bed.

it wasn't unusual to find him keeping odd hours —— the mind was truly the most cruel when it was unable to rest. almost always resulting in harry dragging himself out of their shared bed with the utmost care to not wake @frxncaise [ ... ] though he imagines she would often feel the sudden emptiness of his presence beside her enough to do so anyway. just the same as he felt hers each time she slipped out from under the covers. the reoccurrence usually ended the same ; and she without fail knew just where to find him once the warmth of where his body had once rested grew cold.

his descent down the long halls of the osborn manor would always be eerily silent [ ... ] save for his footsteps as he walked towards his office with a robe trailing behind him in a state more resembling sleepwalking. the feeling of frigid hardwood instead of the comforting heat formerly provided by a thick comforter and her frame intertwined with his did nothing but wake him even more.

and the silence continued on for a while —— leaving him alone with his thoughts as he sat at his desk with papers spread across wood. but even as she crept through the doorframe and approached him , she would be the voice to speak first. the soft request bringing a small smile to his lips [ ... ] he looked to find her beneath low lighting kindly provided by a single lamp. ❛❛ 'm not tired. ❜❜ funny how his voice would say otherwise. reaching out , he'll take her hand into his own and bring her closer. ❛❛ go ahead without me. you need more sleep than i do. ❜❜

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› ﹙ TIFFANY ﹚ i could've protected you if only you'd let me !

❛❛ protect me from what ! ❜❜ the walls surrounding them did very little to absorb the argument [ ... ] instead of mercifully soaking it all up , his words would instead reverberate against them like thunder and rattle bones just as easy. his anger was nothing if not loud roaring and the constant battle for the spotlight —— and he was guilty of many things. gulity of feeling too much or feeling nothing at all , guilty of causing unforgivable hurt to those both deserving and not , and perhaps worst of all if his heart had any say in the matter —— guilty of keeping her at arms length in an attempt to ice @godforbidrp out. ( all their time together... and this is the thanks she gets for remaining by his side. ) like a loyal dog that didn't know any better. ❛❛ from myself? ❜❜

it wasn't all intentional [ ... ] though it certainly wasn't an even fifty fifty split , either. the crowbar had wedged itself between them with the new and heavy workload in the beginning ; reminding him of all his time as a child waiting for his father to remove the labcoat and spend a few moments with his son. it wasn't fair then , it wasn't fair now —— and harry had always known the world wasn't a fair place. but the prying became more forceful upon the discovery of his coming mortality and the desperation that followed. pushing her away felt easier than the thought of her weeping over his dead body.

› ...

❛❛ you can't protect me , you can't save me— ❜❜ there's a certain bite in his tone resembling mockery that would only worsen with a quick and sardonic scoff as if amused by the thought alone. the acid burned his tongue and he could feel the trembling of his hand creeping in [ ... ] cruelly making an appearance to perhaps prove his point. ❛❛ and you never could've. so how about you stop acting like a kid and be a little more realistic , huh? ❜❜