This is how she thinks of Rowena - not by name, but by title. The wife, the cripple, the recluse. I love the idea of someone so fiery being so able to, as the piece says, compartmentalize. While Luke is more prone to emotional actions. Or inactions. It makes sense in a way, since Haven followed her father's teachings more closely. She learned how to segment off things that needed to be isolated in order to do the con. Luke learned as well but was too busy angsting it up to have it become second nature so early.
Haven takes it because she wants it, because in her heart she will always feel six years old: greedy and grabbing things out of her reach, things that, even as a child, she knew her poor fingers would never be able to afford. Yeeesssss. The craving to steal is one that's hard to explain, but you got it there. Very nice.
a threadbare couch they’d lugged up from a street curb upon moving Whenever I think of threadbare couches I think of Drey and the first piece I ever wrote with her, back when she was just a one-off. Ah nostalgia!
But the split of his mouth when he grins and the predatory, leisurely way he drags his eyes over her shatters the illusion. It’s an expression he hides well during the day, but the last bits of the charade fall away when he kicks the apartment door closed behind him. OOooh things are about to get ~steamy~ You need more Luke writing from me but lady, I swear you are reading my brain. We're in sympatico.
His hands go to the coat, pushing down her shoulders, and Haven jerks beneath him, catching him by the back of his neck.
“Leave it on,” she murmurs, her mouth against his throat. She's going to get overheated. She'll faint on Luke and he'll be like... shit. and toss ice at her from the coffee table. No? That's not where this is headed? Fiiine!
Luke uses pronouns to refer to David, something he started once Rowena’s husband became wrapped around Haven’s finger. He doesn’t even bother with titles. Haven hasn’t bothered to point this out to him; she knows who he’s talking about, and she nods, her mouth dry but her eyes bright. Yeah, not so good at the emotional distance thing. Luke Luke Luke.
She's prone to telling lies, but her body betrays her, like all bodies eventually do. Niiice
That whole next section! Jesus take the wheel. Well, maybe not Jesus. This isn't really his area of expertise.
The thought makes the monster in his gut bristle. Well, see, this is your problem Luke. You have ~feelings~ and crap. For your sister. Poor boy would give himself an ulcer with all this churning in his gut.
Luke holds her hips and watches her burn above him. I said she was going to overheat!
When she starts in with the filth, he doesn’t stop her. He grits his teeth and listens to all the words that tumble from her mouth. She tells him that she can feel how hard he is, that her brother’s cock is better than the husband’s, that she gets wet just thinking about riding him like this, that she wants to swallow his come and taste its sweetness.
She verbalizes his shame and lets him revel in it. Damn damn damn. ...Damn.
She finds a Louis Vuitton tartan coat to replace it in six months, and when Luke asks what can be hocked for a quick thousand, she’ll toss him the fur without a second thought. That's a great character moment. Her complete lack of sentimentality. How it doesn't fit into their life. Also it's a good thing Rowena doesn't go out further than her balcony. So many coats poofing from her closet.
White trash, her town had called her, marking her as garbage. Fuck 'em. They wouldn't know a diamond in the rough if they swallowed it.
In summation: Daaaamn. I love you. I love it. I love a lot of things and I was going to go more in depth but frankly I'm just... speechless. I can not form sentences properly. Go you!
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Haven takes it because she wants it, because in her heart she will always feel six years old: greedy and grabbing things out of her reach, things that, even as a child, she knew her poor fingers would never be able to afford. Yeeesssss. The craving to steal is one that's hard to explain, but you got it there. Very nice.
a threadbare couch they’d lugged up from a street curb upon moving Whenever I think of threadbare couches I think of Drey and the first piece I ever wrote with her, back when she was just a one-off. Ah nostalgia!
But the split of his mouth when he grins and the predatory, leisurely way he drags his eyes over her shatters the illusion. It’s an expression he hides well during the day, but the last bits of the charade fall away when he kicks the apartment door closed behind him. OOooh things are about to get ~steamy~ You need more Luke writing from me but lady, I swear you are reading my brain. We're in sympatico.
His hands go to the coat, pushing down her shoulders, and Haven jerks beneath him, catching him by the back of his neck.
“Leave it on,” she murmurs, her mouth against his throat. She's going to get overheated. She'll faint on Luke and he'll be like... shit. and toss ice at her from the coffee table. No? That's not where this is headed? Fiiine!
Luke uses pronouns to refer to David, something he started once Rowena’s husband became wrapped around Haven’s finger. He doesn’t even bother with titles. Haven hasn’t bothered to point this out to him; she knows who he’s talking about, and she nods, her mouth dry but her eyes bright. Yeah, not so good at the emotional distance thing. Luke Luke Luke.
She's prone to telling lies, but her body betrays her, like all bodies eventually do. Niiice
That whole next section! Jesus take the wheel. Well, maybe not Jesus. This isn't really his area of expertise.
The thought makes the monster in his gut bristle. Well, see, this is your problem Luke. You have ~feelings~ and crap. For your sister. Poor boy would give himself an ulcer with all this churning in his gut.
Luke holds her hips and watches her burn above him. I said she was going to overheat!
When she starts in with the filth, he doesn’t stop her. He grits his teeth and listens to all the words that tumble from her mouth. She tells him that she can feel how hard he is, that her brother’s cock is better than the husband’s, that she gets wet just thinking about riding him like this, that she wants to swallow his come and taste its sweetness.
She verbalizes his shame and lets him revel in it. Damn damn damn. ...Damn.
She finds a Louis Vuitton tartan coat to replace it in six months, and when Luke asks what can be hocked for a quick thousand, she’ll toss him the fur without a second thought. That's a great character moment. Her complete lack of sentimentality. How it doesn't fit into their life. Also it's a good thing Rowena doesn't go out further than her balcony. So many coats poofing from her closet.
White trash, her town had called her, marking her as garbage. Fuck 'em. They wouldn't know a diamond in the rough if they swallowed it.
In summation: Daaaamn. I love you. I love it. I love a lot of things and I was going to go more in depth but frankly I'm just... speechless. I can not form sentences properly. Go you!