mini hiatus notice!!
cannot think of writing this week, my irl stuff is Too Much! thx bye!
cannot think of writing this week, my irl stuff is Too Much! thx bye!
Marisa couldn't help but roll her eyes as he reacted; of course he did. Gripping onto her forearm. Marisa personally didn't understand, she tried to, knowing that the actual versions of these animals were dangerous, but to her and everyone else in this world, a daemon was practically a person and there was a clear difference between a cheetah daemon and a wild cheetah.
When they were in the elevator, she sighed. They were finally alone, and she could begin to explain all this.
"The cheetah wasn't going to hurt you. He would've been just as harmless as that woman seemed to be." she murmured. The lift arrived at her penthouse, opening to her large flat. As they stepped out of the lift, she locked it behind her. "You see, in your world, your soul isn't a visible, tangible thing. Here, it is, and here they're called daemons. When you're a child, they can change shape as you figure out who you are, but once you come of age, your daemon settles into one form that truly embodies you." she explained.

"And essentially, they're like... half of you. They speak, they have their own emotions, opinions, but their sensations and thoughts are entirely linked to yours. For example."
Marisa walked over to a table, where she had a letter opener. She pressed it to her finger, drawing the tiniest amount of blood. Knowing what she was doing, the golden monkey raised his hand as Marisa raised hers; both human and daemon had the tiny pin-prick on their index fingers.
"Everything I hear, see, feel, he does too, because he's part of me."
As much as she sometimes wished he wasn't, but her self hatred and distance from her daemon was a far more complicated thing to explain.
“What do you mean a cheetah wouldn’t attack me? Even if it’s not hungry, an animal that has…a person encroach on their territory would want to..defend it…”
The elevator opened up into an expansive, luxurious hall, and Luigi stepped out of the elevator with his hand over his heart, uttering a “wow…” The sound of the lock was unnerving… But he supposed it was probably to keep other people out and not to keep him in…
“Your soul is that little guy?” Luigi looked down in awe and reverence at the golden monkey, mustache twitching above his lip lightly as his mouth fidgeted. “That’s super cool!”
Changing shape as kids… Settles… His head was spinning and he didn’t really get it, but he could listen regardless.
“Wow, so you’re like…super friendly and that’s why he’s a monkey? Cuz monkeys are like.. Y'know, they have big families. Maybe I would have a monkey, too! My brother would probably have a-a panther or something. He’s just so chill.”

Marisa and her monkey showed off their fingers and Luigi almost started to cry at the sight of them. “Oh man! Hey, are you okay, little dude?” Luigi knelt down in front of the monkey and reached out, making to examine his finger.
Small a cut as it was it probably wouldn’t stop bleeding without some help… They were connected…
“That sounds…really stressful, actually. Like… If somebody kicks him, wouldn’t that hurt you, too? How—how does anybody get anything done if your…demons could get hurt like whenever?”
work stinks 2day, like for a violent starter from my serial killer muses, victor & andy. your muse will be a target if you don’t specify otherwise! maybe also vampire james… hmm

dxspereaux sent: match date! // for Hugo + Horace,,,,first meet up,,,,wow
Oh, Horace would need to try the Kielbasa skillet next time. A little grease heavy, but sometimes that was okay… On occasion.
“You seem to talk enough, to me,” Horace said with that same shy smile, sitting on his hands again. “We’ve had lovely conversation so far. Wouldn’t be possible without the both of us talking!” A buoyant, if quiet, chuckle.
It was all right to not blab about yourself endlessly. Horace didn’t often do it—mostly because his work life had been so private and…encapsulated, but…
“Ah, yes,” Horace agreed with a nod. “Always good to leave room for…whichever way the date could’ve gone.” They’d agreed they found each other nice company, and Horace…didn’t not believe that. He believed it. It was bizarre, but he did. Hugo felt like a nice person to befriend, if not date. But already, Horace wanted to spend more time with him.
And that was all dating was, wasn’t it? Finding someone you enjoy spending a lot of your time with? The way he had with Lawrence.
“I absolutely understand. Going for a walk outside my work… Well, I rarely did it. I lived in my…employer’s estate, until very recently, and though the grounds were lovely, I wasn’t on the gardening staff. So…I hardly ever walked outside.” Only to fetch this or that shipment, really.
Horace’s smile turned mousy, pleased. “I would like that very much.” Shows… Hugo would go to an outdoor event like that with him? Thinking about it, Horace didn’t know if that would be overwhelming, like one of Valdis’ massive parties… But he wanted to try it, at the very least.
“Cosmo, and a ginger ale.” Their waiter paused beside their table and Horace hummed seeing the texture of his drink. He had no idea what color it was, but it looked delightful. Drinks are set down. Horace wriggled his fingers happily and thanked the waiter softly as they departed.
He paused.
“I think I’ll, um,” that long smile sliding across his face, “wait for the meals to arrive before I start on this… Best to not have it on, uhm…a mostly empty stomach, after all.” He remembered the sign for stomach, didn’t he? And food? Well, he could learn more… Somehow.
Couldn’t see a computer screen for instruction, but…maybe classes.
His face still felt a little puffy from the happy tears, but in time Horace knew it would fade. After a three hour nap, he would be fresh-faced and the recent breakdown undetectable to his co-workers.
Horace reorganized his napkin, lining it up with his drink. His silverware. Fidgeting.
“I find,” Horace started, and then stopped. He cleared his throat. “I find myself…out of…things to say.” He gestured loosely with both hands, looking a bit confused, or conflicted. “I truly have had…very little time to chat, in the past…decade. I don’t really…remember any hobbies that I have to share, or…” He hadn’t had much to write on his profile. “Your profile said, uhm, you knit? You’re,” he smiled, “not wearing anything you knit, are you?”
the cinema therapy vid for puss in boots tlw shows a scene from Ted Lasso where the guy has a panic attack and
damn ig I have to watch that show now bc. shit looks real asf
ai video essay: so her–
me, seeing my therapist oc on screen: Teddy! :)
Marisa sighed. "You will see a lot of animals here that you wouldn't see in Brooklyn. But please, try not to react." she softly spoke to him. Walking into the building, in the lobby there was a man with a beaver daemon manning the front desk, a doorman with a st. bernard daemon, and a couple chatting to the man at the desk, the woman having a cheetah daemon, and the man having an eagle daemon perched on his shoulder. Seeing this, Marisa sighed heavily, before staring pointedly at Luigi.

"Don't react." she reminded him as she moved forward towards the lift.
Don’t react… Okay. Everybody having a talking dog or a monkey with them all the time was pretty cool. Luigi could imagine how neat it would be, to have a dog check around corners for you or help carry your mail back to your apartment every morning… And you could talk with them! What would a dog or a monkey have to say if they could speak!
They walked into the lobby and Luigi’s eyes lit up, but he kept his expression neutral—despite his family’s beliefs, he was capable of maintaining his composure, especially when doing so was requested of him.
He nearly gasped but didn’t, simply smiled, seeing a beaver next to the staff at the desk. Luigi hadn’t seen a beaver since he went to the zoo years ago!
And a brown eagle, very majestic… And a—

Luigi tripped lightly over his own feet but caught himself, moving over to hold onto…Marisa’s forearm, lightly, since he couldn’t grab hold of any loose fabric, and wanted protection from the cheetah.
But none of the animals pursued them, and the elevator doors closed. Luigi sighed and leaned back against the elevator wall. Acting unfazed was exhausting!
Romelia looked further confused, and the man did too, but he didn't question it. Romelia mumbled a comment though. "Her name's Jiminy?"
Marisa smiled at the man.

"We really must be going. Have a lovely rest of your day." she told him as she grabbed Luigi's arm. Dragging him away from them. "Please do not approach anyone else until I've had the chance to sit you down and tell you about this place." Marisa quietly urged him as she led him towards her building.
Luigi smiled, proud of the name he’d given his imaginary pet grasshopper.
Only Marisa didn’t seem as enthused. Lou waved goodbye to the man as they parted. “Nice to meet you both!” He chuckled lightly and followed along after Miss Coulter—because he had no choice but to.

“Sorry,” he said with a hushed tone. “I thought that went pretty good! That Irish Setter was just awesome, did you see the shiny glitter in her fur? You never see Setters in Brooklyn, mostly really long-haired or really tiny dogs…”
He looked up at the grand building with a quiet “woah…” and followed Marisa and her daemon inside.