[mad muses] may 2.3.4 - "True love" means...

Backdated to yesterday. Follows this and this. Sassy is no_substitution and used with permission and lots of love and cookies. But not better than Sassy's cookies. ;p

“…been examined by you, the audience. One by one, you can check to make sure the cuffs are securely in place before we lock him in. After that, we’ll all retire to the courthouse…”

Tommy stood in the doorway of his jail cell, eyes shut, features focused while Fillmore scripted the escape for the throng gathered in the main room of the tiny jailhouse. He was trying to focus on the task ahead of him…and keep himself from reacting to his own half-naked state.

The air held a feeling of something akin to reverence as the audience came, one by one, and tested his shackles, bending to tug at the weight locked around his ankle. He forced himself not to smile or blush as a few hands wandered a little, hands planting themselves deliberately on his bare forearms or a little high up on his bare leg…

“Babe.”

The word was quiet, gentle as he felt her ire, could almost see, even behind closed lids, her body leaning forward just a little, ready to spring. It eased after he spoke, leaving him in the quiet again that reminded him of the old Spiritualist séances, or the shows where he performed the water torture cell. It was too quiet, too still. This wasn’t a church, and he wasn’t there for worship, and Jesus he was about to be naked in ten seconds…

( “Now for the finishing touch…” )

Muse: Tommy Karras
Fandom: Original Character
Words: 461

[sunday reveries] margaret mitchell quote

Takes place after this, this, and this.. Backdated to yesterday.

Life is under no obligation to give you what you expect.

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“OW!!! Shit!!!”

Cursing, he brought his throbbing middle finger to his mouth, but even the moist heat and pressure weren’t easing the pain. Lowering his hand, he cursed long and hard, this time in silence, when he saw the crack in his nail running into the quick and the well of red already appearing in the nail bed.

Forcing himself to block out the pain, Tommy gathered his focus and planted the bracelet against the wall again, throwing his body into the force of smashing it as hard as he could. The antique handcuffs, using a single-action spring to lock, were identical to the pair that already lay on the floor of the cell. The second pair was newer and had far less play, making it harder to slam them with enough pressure to pop the cuff, and far too easy to smash a finger in something.

It took him three more tries before he finally sprang the first bracelet, then twice more to get the second one off. Squatting, he picked up the key he’d spat out earlier and with some help from his lips and teeth, managed to open one shackle and then the other.

( That left him with two pairs of cuffs, the boot, and the door…and not a lot of time left. )

Muse: Tommy Karras
Fandom: Original Character
Words: 1,000