Derek knows all of life is (cyclical) wrote in rooms,
Re: Mariner's Inn: Jeze C/Max M
[Love, and by association a lover or a husband (as long as one married for love and not for duty), were an optimist's fairytale and Jeze was a realist living in a pessimist's world. They weren't for her and while the rumours circulated wildly about Max having had them, they weren't around as far as she could tell and that was what had brought her back - that little strange affinity she had for things that were but weren't. That Max seemed to own the bar without a man was simply good sense, regardless of how society liked to paint them.]
Do not think for a moment that I won't. [There was a little grunt and then a relieved sigh as the laces began to loosen and she could finally draw in a deep breath. A few seconds later came soft whumps and whuffs as more of her liberation fell to the mattress in a rain of glitter and gold.] It's useful. [She said of the corset as the snipping continued.
Where Max remained the anachronism, Jeze wanted everything. The balls and the dances of high society and that meant corsets and parasols and a sweetly agreeable disposition. But everything meant this too, piles of gold and silver and gemstones that glittered more if she rubbed them with a bit of vinegar and Max snipping away her strings. She was the fox let loose in the hen house, but here at the Inn, she wasn't surrounded by hens to her relief.] Yet, if I didn't wear it, I'd be depriving you of the joy of cutting me out of it. [She teased, all light and air as bone and tightly stitched cloth came away and she could turn. The aforementioned diamond bracelet finally came free of her ribs and plunked down on the comforter as her arms came up and she wound them loosely around Max's neck.] Are you going to tell me who it was that you had me talking to that day?