[open] would you let me in

[no_kyouken]

Who ⬤ Majima & Open
What ⬤ July 2022 Substories + Etc
Content Warnings ⬤ Cross dress, violence, alcohol, mental illness, probably smut somewhere.

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[medicative]

[she's surprised when she sees it. it's prettily wrapped, and when she sees the note, Emily smiles to herself. Goromi is sweet, to think of her, and she'll have to send her thanks, but it doesn't prepare her fully for what's inside. gorgeous, and maybe she should be embarrassed to have been read so easily. to touch the rope, and in privacy feel less thoughts about how it draws back up everything she had neatly filed away. to run her fingers over frills and not have to hide her eagerness to see how it might actually suit.

in pretty things, in lace, there's a little more certainty. maybe she's not one of those girls, but she can pretend, in her own apartment, that she is. sometimes, a touch of self confidence is allowed to bloom.

a text then, to Goromi. she shouldn't leave her wondering.]

It all fits perfectly. I can't possibly thank you enough. You're very, very kind.

[no_kyouken]

[ He glances at the text and knows what he did, looking away with vague embarrassment for a moment. He'll need a quieter moment to step aside and let the culprit speak for herself. ]

I'm glad ya like it. I wanna see real soon 😘😘😘

[ A little dress up and fantasy for everyone. She's glad the invitation was received positively. ]

[medicative]

No pictures. You'll have to take time from your busy schedule and come over to see it.

[she has more sense than some people. nothing is private on these devices.]

One element seems incongruous with the rest, anyway. Maybe you'll have more insight than me on how to wear it.

[no_kyouken]

Could always make an appointment, Doctor.

[ Walked right in to that one. ]

[medicative]

My thoughts veer towards needing time outside of business hours. I'd hate to impose on prior commitments. Of course, should you suddenly find yourself with free time, the door is yours to open.

[she's just saying. standing invitation.]

[no_kyouken]

Yer my top pick for friday night. I'll see ya then, huh?

[ Now you have to wait all week in anticipation. Goromi has something of a cruel streak, and she is also leaving that little piece of information hanging over Majima's head. She wouldn't be doing her job if she wasn't pushing his comfort zone a little too. Emily, she expects Emily will remain determinedly prim, while Majima flails every time he has to talk to her. Hah. It's a real pity his blush doesn't show through his scale anymore. ]

[medicative]

You know where to find me.

[all week. there's something to be said about keeping someone in suspense, but Emily's also patient. she's also good at acting like nothing untoward was said to Goro - to her, she can easily separate the two in her head, though if he wants to fuss, so be it. at some point she'll have to figure out how to surprise him with frills and lace, when he doesn't expect it.

but until then, she's decidedly demure. waiting and on her best behavior.]

[no_kyouken]

[ Majima has covered up insecurity and uncertainty with a series of faces and roles. Even at his most authentic, he is playing a role that has been proscribed to him and what it means to do right by a lady. This is all a little bold and bawdy for what Majima would do with Emily. And that's why Goromi does it. She's not the one who still daydreams about being a normal man, nor the one that has consistently altered herself to fit in a world that doesn't seem to really want her. She can do things that will make him choke. She has no consequences because she's not real, she answers to nothing and no one, and can disappear at the drop of a hat. So he blushes all week with the consequences of her actions.

It's easier when it's time to put himself away and replace his sense of self with someone else. The ponytail goes up high and taut, lipstick red, eyeliner flicked. She's towering and sleek in a simple black dress. She doesn't usually make house calls, but she'll make an exception for a cute little bird.

She doesn't have any reservations, and she knocks on the door with an arm leaned into the jamb lazily, waiting. ]

[medicative]

[Goromi isn't real, but she's as real as Majima needs her to be. Emily takes her for who she is - another piece of the whole, another facet of the man she loves, welcomes her with open arms. and because it's her, she can step ever so carefully out of the zone she usually sits in, because someone is there that she trusts. someone who won't let her be exposed to anyone else, who lets her be curious. but she knows there are lines, boundaries, and that's why what happens with Goromi stays with her alone. it's all a dream, to fade in the morning light and leave them contented.

opening the door for her, Emily looks...normal. modestly dressed, hair back, calm and ordinary. but she smiles to see her with the usual affection, lets her in and kisses her on the cheek. Goromi looks lovely, she notes, but she also looks well, and that matters more.]

You're punctual almost to a fault. I admit, I almost thought you'd change your mind.

[to what end, who knows, but she's glad it didn't happen.]

[no_kyouken]

I had an appointment.

[ She quips cheerfully, coming into Emily's little space with fresh eyes. She appreciates the colors of the pillows and throws, the fading sunset beyond the curtains, small trinkets that glitter. She pivots back to face Emily with a grin. ]

Come sit with me.

[ She extends her hand, the red manicure matches her lipstick. ]

[medicative]

[taking her hand, the sofa will be the best place for them to sit down. the sun hasn't quite faded, and the homey feeling surrounds them - the world she's made for herself here.]

What's on your mind?

[no_kyouken]

[ She arranges herself, keeping Emily's hand. ]

That yer th'cutest little thing.

[ All affection in this statement. ]

But, nah. Wanna hear 'bout you. Tell me yer little fantasy.

[ She has information to gather before she can play this game, set this scene. It's something Majima is good at, it's how he had managed to run that hateful cabaret club. Learn what the dream is, and enact. ]

[medicative]

[Goromi can see the effort it takes, no doubt, for Emily to drag out that troublesome thing known as what she wants from where it's buried. packed away so tightly, it takes time to emerge, but it is as simple as asking - asking so straightforwardly, and being patient for the answer to emerge. what did she want, what had she immediately put aside?]

I'm not sure it's coherent enough to be called a fantasy...

[that disclaimer. but she knows what Goromi means. tell her what she thought about.]

What I saw, I thought about what it would feel like to be bound so that you couldn't move - but like that, it didn't seem frightening at all. Just something that even if you tried, you couldn't do anything about it. Contained not by your own willpower but something else. But it doesn't seem expected to have to do anything at all, because you can't, and you can feel it right there as a reminder. You can't go anywhere, you're just...

[as she speaks, she can feel her face, her neck getting hotter. trying to not apologize, not laugh this off and move on and into safer waters is so, so difficult, but the kernel of the idea is there. the model had been beautiful, and safe, and nothing was needed. she couldn't go anywhere. someone else would take care of it, if something arose. and for someone who overthinks and worries and finds things to do, even when she's supposed to be resting or on her time off, the idea had tugged at her just enough before being swept away. put away with thoughts that were too selfish.]

It's...she seemed happy. That's all.

[ugh. what is she saying? Emily's fighting every urge to ask Goromi to forget she ever said this. she hopes Goromi laughs and that it's ridiculous to her. brush this aside somehow. surely, there's a better way, something that makes more sense.]