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i-am-watsoned: trapdoor opens - sliding - where?down to dark deep dragon’s lairquest is over; funeral pyreprince consumed by dragon fire. Jamie smiled, in the back of a dark car in the middle of rush hour traffic. A man in a blue suit sat next to her, legs crossed so that his pant leg rode up, and she could see his navy socks where the disappeared into his shiny black shoes. He told another joke. She laughed again. The car sped through the next light as it turned from yellow to red. He was running for mayor of god-knows-where, and was in town for a gala being thrown by god-knows-who. Jamie was in a nice dress, with nice shoes, and she was paid for this as much as she was paid for the ending of the evening. She was paid, not to be a whore, as some people would like to call it, but to be a companion. And there were many ways for her to satisfy her client. As a companion. Now, she sat beside him, and tipped her tired feet out of her shoes. Her hand was sitting gently, just above his knee, where she had laid it while she laughed. He was looking at it, and she couldn’t remember his name, which didn’t matter much, since when the arrived at the hotel, she held onto his arm until they stepped into the elevator. There was a bouncy castle, in the lobby, and about thirty ten year old kids who were being herded up and taken home. The castle was already beginning to deflate. She rolled out of bed, naked, just a few hours later, still laughing— because she always laughed —and rolled his t-shirt and a pair of his boxer shorts. ‘Let me run down to the lobby for a drink,’ she said, and he glanced at the money he owed her on the bedside table, and she promised to leave it. She was out of the elevator, halfway across the floor to the bar downstairs when she realized that she hadn’t brought her wallet. ‘Fuck,’ she muttered, turning back toward the elevator. There was a man standing just behind her, with the bouncy castle turning into a rainbow puddle of plastic behind him. ‘Charming,’ he said, smiling, and wrapped his hands around her neck. ASH BLACK AND THE ONE TALL MAN(a modern day fairy tale about seven people who died and one who hasn’t. yet.)

i-am-watsoned:

trapdoor opens - sliding - where?
down to dark deep dragon’s lair
quest is over; funeral pyre
prince consumed by dragon fire.

Jamie smiled, in the back of a dark car in the middle of rush hour traffic. A man in a blue suit sat next to her, legs crossed so that his pant leg rode up, and she could see his navy socks where the disappeared into his shiny black shoes. He told another joke. She laughed again. The car sped through the next light as it turned from yellow to red.

He was running for mayor of god-knows-where, and was in town for a gala being thrown by god-knows-who. Jamie was in a nice dress, with nice shoes, and she was paid for this as much as she was paid for the ending of the evening. She was paid, not to be a whore, as some people would like to call it, but to be a companion. And there were many ways for her to satisfy her client. As a companion.

Now, she sat beside him, and tipped her tired feet out of her shoes. Her hand was sitting gently, just above his knee, where she had laid it while she laughed. He was looking at it, and she couldn’t remember his name, which didn’t matter much, since when the arrived at the hotel, she held onto his arm until they stepped into the elevator.

There was a bouncy castle, in the lobby, and about thirty ten year old kids who were being herded up and taken home. The castle was already beginning to deflate.

She rolled out of bed, naked, just a few hours later, still laughing— because she always laughed —and rolled his t-shirt and a pair of his boxer shorts.

‘Let me run down to the lobby for a drink,’ she said, and he glanced at the money he owed her on the bedside table, and she promised to leave it. She was out of the elevator, halfway across the floor to the bar downstairs when she realized that she hadn’t brought her wallet.

‘Fuck,’ she muttered, turning back toward the elevator. There was a man standing just behind her, with the bouncy castle turning into a rainbow puddle of plastic behind him.

‘Charming,’ he said, smiling, and wrapped his hands around her neck.

ASH BLACK AND THE ONE TALL MAN
(a modern day fairy tale about seven people who died and one who hasn’t. yet.)

(Source: thestarkinwinterfell)

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