#precarious balance

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#Ropeplay #Ball gag #Precarious balance #At home

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[starter for medjxi ]

It is not often these days where she manages to find time—aside from chasing her uncle—to venture out into the mortal plane, yet today had presented the opportunity and she had seized it.

Luxor. A great city that still preserved much of Egypt’s proud (yet ancient) history. It is even less often that she ventures here, though less due to time constraints and more because seeing everything that had once been can be distracting… trying… taxing…

Dangerous…

In fact, for once she is caught up enough in viewing that she forgets to watch where she is walking, and—

Well, she’s not exactly the sturdiest of goddesses these days, weakened from her battles and from mankind’s apparent acceptance of chaos over order (and not even in a balance!). Perhaps why she quite nearly finds herself on the ground after walking into what must have been a wall… or in looking up, she realizes it is instead a person…

"My apologies…" As an afterthought in an effort to be more correct (at least in this form) she tacks on, "––sir."

#precarious balance #//sorry if the starter is lame #//I swear I tried and this is the best I could dream up at the moment #medjxi

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Ra, what a day it had been. It seemed as though as soon as one instance of imbalance had been sorted, another would manifest. More than anything, she's seemed to be trailing just behind her uncle all day, putting out the fires, but never quite catching up... 

Until now, of course, as she sees him. 

She's uncertain whether she has arrived in time to stop another incident... Or if he had just decided to linger until she arrived...

Regardless of which it is, she wipes the weariness from her expression and bearing as she approaches him, pulling her coat tighter around her to ward off the cold.

"Fancy meeting you here, uncle."

#serpentisiims #a certain slithering uncle #precarious balance

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❥It'd been a long, exhausting day, and Jai was currently ending it on a few glasses of... whatever he'd grabbed out of the bar. Right now he didn't care what it was as long as it took the edge off. Before long, Maat would find a tipsy, half-asleep, half-naked, Jai attempting to cuddle up to her on the couch. "Mmm, so warm," he mumbled with a smile, arms gently wrapping around her in a feline motion as if she was meant to be his. Luckily, he was not a snorer.

accidental affection

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She had been utterly exhausted, and she had needed somewhere to stay, at least for a few hours, just long enough to manage an hour or two of the sleep that she desperately needs. 

Tonight she’d been harassed by the usual assortment of Chaotic creatures from Nightmare. Most places she would usually go to were ruled out, seeing as she had already been to most of them tonight. But there was one...

She’d been to the safehouse before and it wasn’t difficult to find again after three or four wrong turns. 

It had been a simple thing to make her way inside, but she had been conscientious for having broken into someone’s place. She hadn’t explored or ventured elsewhere; she had simply taken a seat on the couch and fallen asleep. Apparently, very soundly asleep.

She hadn’t heard the door open. She certainly hadn’t noticed him walk into the place. The only thing that finally jars her out of her sleep, is when arms wrap around her. 

She is wide awake in an instant, eyes snapping open and searching, only to find...

Oh, for the love of Djehuty.

Jai.

Apparently a fairly drunk Jai. Drunk enough, at least, that he has no qualms with ‘Mati’ being at his safehouse.

She remains silent, listening until he settles and his breathing evens out.

A quandary. 

That is how she would describe this. 

On the one hand, she needs to leave. Explaining this would be nothing short of.... difficult. Not to mention the fact that she is unused to someone being in such close contact with her, making this almost completely foreign to her.

On the other hand, he has only just settled. She has no idea how heavily he sleeps, though considering his job, she suspects the answer to be not very. And what’s more, she can sense something heavy about his heart tonight, and right now he seems peaceful. She just can’t quite bring herself to disturb him...

Mentally berating herself, eventually she calms enough to sort through the best course of action. 

She’ll have to stay like this, at least for another hour or so. Hopefully he would be out of it enough by then that she could slip away. With any luck, he might even think that he had imagined her presence.

For that extent of time, however, she is rather caught... 

And he’s warm... 

And fairly soon she realizes she’s fighting her eyelids...

Well... Maybe a brief continuation of her nap won’t hurt...

#jaiwilcox #precarious balance #// I swear she has the worst (or maybe best depending on how you look at it) luck ever

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(Truly feels meme) Although he hadn't known her long, from what he'd seen, she was a determined fighter and protector. "I'm going to be blunt here: I think you're an amazing, talented, sexy woman and I'd love to get to know you better. You make me curious because I can't quite figure you out like I normally do. So either you're a master of facades or you're the real deal. I'd like to study you. And by study, I mean dinner sometime. Nothing fancy." This was Jai, of -course- it would be fancy.

PUT HOW YOUR MUSE TRULY FEELS ABOUT MINE IN MY ASK BOX FOR MY MUSE’S REACTION.

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Blind-sided. That would be the most accurate term to describe her in that moment. 

‘Amazing, talented, sexy’?

She’d never, in her life, heard those words from someone else in context of her being attractive in any way, yet she can sense the sincerity. And so she simply stares at him, completely caught off-guard.

He had flirted with her before, of course. But she had figured that was simply what he did. She hardly thought that she was set apart or singled out in anyway, and she certainly didn’t think that she had created any sort of mystery. If anything, she felt she has been a little too transparent. At least from the standpoint of trying to hide who she really is.

Of course, his words require an answer, which causes her to think. His flirty banter and smile are bright points when she runs into him, and his quiet concern for others (including when in pain from a gunshot and still trying to assure her that he was fine) is endearing. 

She likes him, she realizes, at least well enough to get to know him better.

But therein lies the problem. 

If she gets to know him better, then he has the opportunity to do the same with her. He might, eventually, figure out who she really is. How would he react then?

Yet she quickly schools her expression back to her usual manner, though her brow furrows.

“Honestly, Jai. There’s nothing worth the fascination,” she replies, able to speak the latter sentence because, to her, the truth is not fascinating, though a mortal might find it so, “I am what I am.”

.... But she doesn’t exactly say ‘no’ to dinner.

#jaiwilcox #precarious balance