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♛Ten years of roleplay experience, three years on Tumblr

♛AU, Crossover and OC friendly. 

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You Are My Sunshine

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Symphony of Deception

Kyle was painfully aware of his face as he listened to his new companion compliment his work. He hardly ever heard the sort of praise that was being given by the handsome-looking stranger in front of him, and he was almost ashamed of the shy smile that had come unbidden to his lips. He barely noticed as the man led him into a quite lounge, holding the door open and ushering him in. His thoughts were preoccupied with the words he had been listening to, running over them in his head and trying to find any hint of deceit in the delivery. 

The pianist wasn’t used to anything short of being seen as a stepping stool, a way to reach his mentor, or even more often, Andrew Ryan himself. As such, the honesty he heard in the taller man’s tone was unexpected, and although he couldn’t hide his pleasure at the compliments, he remained reserved, determined to learn more about his companion before letting himself fully appreciate the praise.

"Hmm? Oh, sorry, I’m a little scattered when it comes to things other than music." The redhead looked up when he was spoken to, quickly sitting himself next to the blond and shaking himself out of his thoughts. "I’ll just have a whiskey on the rocks, thanks."

"I’m sorry, I don’t think I ever got your name. I should thank you properly for this."

"Dear me I did run right over that now didn't I!" Atlas said with an awkward laugh, putting his hand to the back of his neck in a show of embarrassment. Really he felt nothing of the sort, instead he was busy checking out their little bar for escape routes and the like in the case of an emergency. However after a moment he cleared his throat and forced himself to look only at the young man before him. 

"John, John Taggart." The smile had slipped back into place as the lie rolled easily off his tongue. He had the two of them seated and comfortable before raising a hand to attract the attention of the bartender, quickly ordering the lads drink and his own - that being whatever their house brew happened to be. The rebel wasn't there to enjoy himself that night nor would he have chosen their current location for a pint had he the choice. 

Atlas had reached a certain frame of mind, a depth of lying so secure that telling the truth at that point would have been difficult. He had his life as John planned out in a perfect sort of map in his mind and he would follow that path without difficulty. John was not the sort of man who put his feet on the table, nor did he smash his glass down hard on the counter. Mr. Taggart hadn't ever taken a wife nor was he a fan of boxing. The adventurous side of the new person he had created was nothing compared to the daily life of the creator but he hoped it would be enough to keep little Kyle interested. 

"What got you into music then?" He asked, beginning the task of small talk to pull down the gates of protection everyone inevitably put up upon meeting someone new. With the help of alcohol the revolutionary hoped he wouldn't have to work as hard as usual with the light conversation as it often loosed peoples tongues and morals faster then even his soothing tone and coercive words could. 

Fateful Meetings

Moira O’Hara absently pushed some of her curls behind her ear. She’d not bothered to pin it though her mother seemed to think leaving it down made her look more like a harlot or a Fairie then was proper. Fuck proper. The girl was here to flirt and dance. There was nothing proper about tonight. Besides, maybe she was a fairie. Come here to trick a young man into following her back to the Other Realm and  keeping him there forever and a day. Why not?

She’d not bothered with most of what was proper that evening. Her face unpowdered though it let her freckles show. Her eye unlined. Her ears without pearls and her neck bare. Only a layer of red on her lips, making her smirk seem all the more inviting.

The dress, one borrowed from Cathleen, was too short on her and hugged her chest too tight. But it was green with white lace on top and it seemed to make Moria’s eyes all the brighter. Speaking of, where was that girl? All of her friends had come before her, able to slip from their homes with more ease then Moira, who had no siblings to cover her disappearance.

Her eyes flicked over the crowd stopping on one boy in particular. The one she’d been warned about. Time and again. Atlas, they said, had his eye on her. It was said he controlled the largest gang in all of Ireland. That he had killed men and broke women for his own pleasure. That he was dangerous to be around. Moira wasn’t afraid of a little challenge. Besides, no one would hurt her unless she let them.

Slowly she made her way across the room, keeping her eyes on his, catching his glance when she could, never looking away when their eyes met. A game. That’s all it was. Each time he seemed intent on coming over she’d find someone to talk to, pointedly ignoring his existence.

Atlas found himself biting his tongue watching Moira make her way through the guests at the party, Stopping to talk, maybe a laugh here or there, yet always with the glances over at him where she would unusually keep eye-contact. Most girls who look, blush or giggle then turn away again hurrying about their business and trying to find an excuse to approach him though not her. She continued about the room as if he were one of the least interesting people in there. That if she had time to reach him and if not then no harm no foul. As if the one man who had single-handedly turned a gang of mindless thugs into an organized group that would (mostly) work towards benefiting the less-fortunate wasn't very impressive. 

He liked it. 

"You goin' to talk to her? 'cause if not, I want'a see how much justice that dress is givin'er if'ya unde-" One of Atlas newer recruits asked quietly having approached his leader, who seemed to be staring at the attractive young lass, though was cut short with a look from the dark-haired youth. Not even Atlas could quite understand why he hadn't just walked up to her by now instead of keeping to one wall of the room simply watching her glide about the floor. She wasn't the first girl he'd approached and most people assumed she wouldn't be the last, it couldn't have been nerves. 

Kicking himself into gear Atlas saw an opening to get closer to her so he took it, brushing past a few of the guests as we went though most moved out of his way. He didn't rush nor did he make a beeline for her, merely sliding himself closer and closer until he was next to the red-head as she finished her current conversation. Just as she ended it and turned most likely to look for him again he smirked some and decided it was time to make his presence behind her known. 

"So yer the lil'fae I've seen flittin' all o're town." Now that he was right up next to her he could notice things he hadn't before. All the other times she had been too far away for him to truly appreciate all the finer details. How her cheeks had a pleasant dusting of freckles, the subtle tilt of her eyebrows or the slight indents near the edges of her lips that flashed momentarily when she looked at him. Now it was certain that she was a full head plus some shorter then him, perhaps even smaller if she was in heels. 

There had been a few stories he picked up about her. No one seemed to remember her name but soon as he mentioned the hair and how she held herself they would remember her face. That she was an unusual sort, intelligent but not a stiff and beautiful though not vain. People knew of her though few knew her well. She was talked about though now he was certain gossiped over much more since his involvement. Even the sounds of the crowd in the room had dimmed ever so slightly, just enough that those who were interested in Atlas' interest in Moira could overhear their exchange. 

"Now I've been callin' you beautiful but I don't think thats yer name..".

Symphony of Deception

That had been a nightmare. Kyle himself had been completely perfect, nothing less than that was acceptable for a disciple of Sander Cohen, after all. Unfortunately, the orchestra had been less than sufficient, and Kyle had almost had to carry the entire performance single handedly. As a result, he had decided to leave Fleet Hall earlier than usual, in an attempt to avoid being caught in the crossfire of his mentor’s rage. It was a rotten end to a rotten week, and Kyle had been hoping to end it sat on his couch soaking his hands so they didn’t cramp up on him while he slept.

He changed swiftly out of the atrocious costume he had worn on stage and washed his face quickly to remove the makeup and sweat from the stage lights. Before he could leave, Kyle found himself being recruited as a buffer for protection against his mentor. He backed out quickly, offering apologies and and promising he would convince the maestro to reverse whatever decision he made tonight in terms of staffing arrangements. Just as he stepped into the hallway, he collided with what he first thought to be a stage hand, and immediately went to apologize.

"I’m so so-oh. You’re not a stage hand at all!" He looked the man up and down. He was tall, taller than Kyle by quite a bit, and not a chore to look at either. 

"Ah, well, thank you very much! It means a lot to hear that from anyone. I don’t often get any of the praise for playing, after all, they are Cohen’s pieces. I simply play them, I don’t write them." He wasn’t bitter about it, not anymore, although Cohen had said that he would have his chance to play his own music tonight, and he hadn’t. He was in a foul mood. When he heard the man offer to buy him a drink, he accepted immediately.

"You couldn’t have picked a better time to run me over if you tried. I don’t think I’ve ever enjoyed a performance as little as I did this one. Where to?" 

"I'm certain your own compositions must be just as stunning. You play with such enthusiasm I can't imagine how you must sound when you" Atlas smiled leading the two of them on towards one of the upscale ritzy late night bars "free your talent.". 

The lad would be a piece of cake he thought. If he'd so readily joined him for a drink perhaps it wouldn't take the three 'date' charm to subdue the lad to his bidding if things continued as smoothly. Perhaps he had simply picked the perfect time to catch Kyle. Whatever the case may be he wasn't one to question the ways of the world. 

"Here we are." The Irishman pushed open the door to the bar allowing Fitzpatrick to go before him, like a true gentleman. It was crowded with some late-night guests, most of whom seemed to be business men and ladies out for a night on the town after one important meeting or the other. Everyone came for the relaxed atmosphere, burning beverages and soft live music that while incomparable to the young pianists own was good in its own right. He ushered Kyle towards a couple of seats at the end of the counter which were empty. 

"What'll you have?" Asked Atlas looking over to his new friend, the hat having come off now and put down revealing his new golden semi-permanent locks.

Where he sees an empty page...

... I see King Lear.

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You Are My Sunshine

She laughed. Atlas was about as subtle as a fist to the face wasn’t he? Always had been if she was honest about it. With the hand on her leg and the way he’d kissed her what in the world could her husband possibly want?

Moira slipped out of his grasp smoothly, practiced. Her green eyes flashing and her painted lips twisted into a playful little smirk. He’d get what he wanted. He always did. It helped that what he wanted was what she wanted as well. But first…

"I’m real tired from that fight. I might pass out right here."

The woman stretched, nothing about it speaking of exhaustion. The way her hands pulled the loose hair away from her neck, the way her hips swung as she closed her eyes and groaned as if the stretching felt oh-so-good. It spoke loudly of a particular emotion. Exhaustion just wasn’t it.

Her eyes opened again, challenging him. Come on Atlas. Play the game.

The groan as she moved past him stayed quieted in the back of his throat, barely audible as he watched her slip away for a moment honestly disappointed - thinking she was far more interested in a nap. However upon seeing her body language and how she smiled at him he realized she was merely playing coy with him, something they hadn't been able to do for quite some time. During his moment of realization his grin spread from ear to ear and he nearly forgot how to be subtle. 

" 'Course you are.." The grin had died down though he couldn't quite hide the excitement in his eyes, nearly giddy with anticipation "My dear Moira.". He moved forward now as well, one of his hands tracing down the outline of her spine as he circled her slowly his face drawn into one of mock concern, more filled with true adoration then anything else. 

"You've had a long" Atlas was standing just behind her now, his hands on her shoulders massaging gently, moving down her back over the shoulder blades his voice kept low "hard" he said from just behind her ear wanting so badly to kiss her neck "day, luv'. So you don't even have to lift a finger.". With that he lifted her up easily, one arm under her legs the other under her back. 

"I'm sure yer terribly sore from that" The Irishman forced himself not to chuckle at the word "fight. I'd hate for'ya to go to bed uncomfortable.". He tried to steady his pace as he brought her to the bathroom, not run and certainly not to 'break-character' and beg her to lead to the bedroom with him. This was rather a lot more fun afterall he reasoned, settling her on the edge of the sink. 

"Light as the fairy you are." He smirked, lips ghosting her cheek briefly as he leaned over turning on the tap for the tub. By some miracle the water heater had been fixed only that week so he knew it would be enough to make the bath warm. Not hot, but warm. Of course it would be broken again by the end of the month and they'd have to resort to heating up water on the stove again but for now he prayed it'd work. 

tried to animate this but the gif wouldn’t stop being an aSSHOLE so

based on a lovely fallout: new vegas au/crossover in the works here is courier!Jack with that wonderful bomb collar as seen in Dead Money

, „ I swear I didn’t mean to make him look that turned on