The kiss on the nose made him smile. “Sounds like a good plan to me.”
He nuzzled her back for a moment, then nodded toward the table. “And speaking of meals, shall we finish this o-one? Y-you did really well with the lasagna; we should keep that recipe.”
Her heart swelled at his compliment, pressing her palm against the spot from where it beat and hiding a smile. She felt so elated knowing her skills were improving from before as she had tried her best for months now to become better. Grace had helped her a great deal as she was a master in the kitchen.
“W-Well that’s what I meant, love. We can take this into the living room and eat it there while watching the movie,” she offered, beginning to stand up from her seat. “They say movies tend to make people hungry.”
Or else why else would people eat popcorn in the cimema?
“Oh. Oh of course!” Jack gave a small, embarrassed chuckle. “I’m sorry. I-I think the trip’s left me a little drained; I’m not catching on as fast as I should. But yes, that sounds nice.”
He helped Katelynn gather up the plates and glasses, and carried them over to the beanbags in front of the TV. “So what would you like to watch?” He’d leave the choice up to her – he’d be happy with anything.
Hoping he was nice and cozy as she helped him settle into his chair, Katelynn moved over to his movie selection and ran her fingers across the titles, debating the answer. A lot of them seemed like good choices but she had to pick one that would really work for a tired mind such as his. All that jet lag was probably catching up to him.
Giving a cry of triumph for her choice as she pulled a copy of the Muppet Movie out, Katelynn popped it into the machine and reclaimed her place snuggled up to Jack’s side, food forgotten. All she wanted was right by her side, returned to her. She knew it wouldn’t be the only time he would be away from her side so she knew she had to soak it up when he was around and learn to deal with it.
For now she just enjoyed being there, snuggled into his chest and watching movies with him.
Father Dearest
wishing-to-be-blue-like-daddy:
wishing-to-be-blue-like-daddy:
‘Oh shit he had to ask that, didn’t he?’ Gail thought with a bite of her lip, wondering what the best course of action was. Knowing her mom she’d figure she couldn’t keep it a secret and would inform him of their existence. “Gail Flora Maple,” she replies hesitantly, adding the middle name to make the distinction between her late aunt and herself. ‘I scolded Ulric for this crap and I’m breaking my own rule – son of a bitch; complications.’
As soon as he heard the name “Gail Maple” (different middle name or not), Jack’s first thought was that this was some kind of cruel joke. Yes, the young woman was nearly the same age his sister would have been if she’d lived, but her looks were all wrong.
Then he heard the rest of her words, and realized something else was going on. For a long moment, he just stared at her, trying to ignore the nagging (and impossible) thought that had jumped into his mind.
“… Complications? Wh-what do you mean?”
She hadn’t realized she had spoken her thoughts out loud until he questioned it, looking quite like the deer caught in headlights. What did one say to the situation? “Hey I’m your daughter from the future”? Yeah that’d go over well. When mom was in Ulric’s apartment it had been a huge, awkward situation.
Realizing she was taking too long to answer, she turned pitiful eyes upon him. “You wouldn’t believe me if I told you,” she whispered, rubbing her arm for something to do with them.
The way the girl’s expression changed from startled to pitiful just left Jack even more determined to find out what was going on. “M-maybe I would,” he said. “Strange things happen a lot in this city.” He gave her a gentle smile. “Try me.”
A legendary painting (20)
“Sounds like an excellent plan to me! I really like than plan!” Ezayne couldn’t help but smile back. “If you tell me your email account, I’ll send you an email back, so you can add me to your contacts list. Can’t wait to see your sketches. Sure they will be amazing.”
More sketches meant more drawings. More things he could watch before going to sleep. It would be a way to keep her close to his heart.
“Here you go.” From his pocket, Jack produced one of the updated business cards he’d had ordered while he was still in New York. It carried his phone number, email, and several other contact details. “And I s-should have the sketches ready very soon.” He meant that – he was excited to get started on this project.
“Thank you so much.” Ezayne took the card, not hiding the childish excitement filling his nice features. It was a nice card. He made sure to save it into his bedside table, so it wouldn’t get lost.
“That would be really amazing, Jack. This really means a lot to me. Thank you. Thank you so much.”
He really meant it. That painting would inspire him, in the same way the other he has lost used to do it. Jack hadn’t asked him too many details, but Ezayne could feel he was a good man, and that was all what mattered.
“You’re welcome, Ezayne,” the blue man replied. “I-if you think of anything else you’d like to see in the painting, let me know. I just hope I c-can do it justice.” With that, he bid Ezayne farewell. Designs and details were already appearing in his mind, and he wanted to get them down on paper as soon as he could.
wishing-to-be-blue-like-daddy:
‘Oh shit he had to ask that, didn’t he?’ Gail thought with a bite of her lip, wondering what the best course of action was. Knowing her mom she’d figure she couldn’t keep it a secret and would inform him of their existence. “Gail Flora Maple,” she replies hesitantly, adding the middle name to make the distinction between her late aunt and herself. ‘I scolded Ulric for this crap and I’m breaking my own rule – son of a bitch; complications.’
As soon as he heard the name “Gail Maple” (different middle name or not), Jack’s first thought was that this was some kind of cruel joke. Yes, the young woman was nearly the same age his sister would have been if she’d lived, but her looks were all wrong.
Then he heard the rest of her words, and realized something else was going on. For a long moment, he just stared at her, trying to ignore the nagging (and impossible) thought that had jumped into his mind.
“… Complications? Wh-what do you mean?”
Having seen his post about the ribbon and blushing over it for hours afterward, Katelynn tried her best to give him what he wanted. Undressing down to complete nudity, Katelynn bound ribbon around her petite form, moving it between her legs and around her breasts, tying it into a rather pathetic ribbon in the front. She had purposely picked a day when she knew he wouldn’t be tired to present herself in such a way, tucking herself on one of the beanbag and waiting for him with a nervous smile.
Jack had gone out for an hour or so to run some errands. His new commission from Ezayne was still in the sketching stages, but he’d already had many ideas, and had picked up more paint and some new brushes. Experimenting with new techniques was one of his favorite parts of the job.
When he opened the front door, however, the sight that greeted his eyes nearly made him drop his purchases in shock. His throat twitched as he struggled to find words.
“Katelynn? Wh … what are … ?” A purple blush was spreading rapidly across his features. She must have read my blog.
“L-Love!” she cried when she saw him in such a state, rushing over to him and taking the gag off gently. “What..what happened? I hope they didn’t hurt you…” Taking his blindfold off, she cupped his cheeks gently. “I thought I’d be this way before you.” Trying to tease just a little, she untied his hands next.
He panted a little, about to ask what was going on, when Katelynn removed the blindfold. “… S-so did I,” he replied weakly.
As soon as she had his hands untied, he hugged her tight. “I don’t remember what happened at all! There was a c-clicking sound, like someone typing on a computer. And then, suddenly, I was tied up like this.” He hid his face against her neck. “It r-reminded me of when the magical anons came.”
“Oh crap, I’m trying to avoid you and someone fucking brought you to me?” Sighing and knowing despite it being her dad, he didn’t know her so it was okay to curse. Untying him of all of his restraints she tries hard not to jump into his arms. “Tied and gagged; naturally free you so you can return to mo–Katelynn…” Having him close made her nervous as she hadn’t even seen her real father in months.
Jack took a moment to catch his breath, relieved to finally be free and able to look around. He rubbed his wrists where the rope had chafed them. “Th-thank you very much, miss. And yes, I should get back to Katelynn. She must be worried -”
Then he got a good look at the girl who’d freed him. Young, on the short side, with a blue stripe in her brown hair and longer, more pointed ears than he’d ever seen on a human. And … was it his imagination, or did something about her features look familiar?
“So … w-what’s your name, miss?”
If I was tied up, gagged, and blindfolded on your bed when you walked in, what would you do to me?
Would you meet more of the dangerous people if it meant more work? Or safety?
[Frowns] Depends on what you mean by “dangerous”, Anon. I’m getting by with w-work, so I’d really rather keep away from them. [Swallows] Th-the safety part would be nice, though.
Would you love to see your fiancée wrapped like a present for you and wearing nothing but ribbon?
[His eyes widen as that image enters his mind and settles there nicely. He swallows, fighting the urge to lick his lips.]
… Yes, I’d like that.
Jack Maple 