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Tamed

THE "TAMED" MEME

You are one bad guy (or gal) and everyone knows it. Whether that definition is literal - you're evil and straight up bad - or more of the metaphorical badass, devil may care type is splitting hairs. Perhaps you're even known for bad habits: womanizing, unfriendliness, greed, bad attitude, snarkiness, nonchalance, reckless behavior, stoicism, illegal acts...mild sociopathy. You know, little things. No matter what the case may be, you have a reputation that makes just about every person who knows of you think you're always less than perfectly agreeable.

The key here is just about every person. There is one who knows the you that isn't always in on mode, one who can get past that rough exterior without getting destroyed by the natural disaster that is you. And they can do more than get past your defences; actually, when you're around them, you're over the moon. Like a big, gentle lap dog, you can't get over your affection for them, though with anyone else, and to protect that one special person, you're a raging wolf. Maybe you don't want to admit it, but them's the facts. Of course, you would never show this in public -

- in private, though? You're tamed, like it or not. Now, since you're more or less behind closed doors, you'll show them how good (or bad) you can be. Because no one else can compare. Because no one else could tame you. Will they understand and treat you with kindness and love? Will they tease you? Banish the thought that they would ever, ever use your feelings and difference in their presence to their advantage.

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(the tamed one)

[ Yes/No? ]

[ Ageing her up to 20+ - gen/platonic CR is just as welcome as shipping, though in either role she'll be cautious. ]

While Es was chained to being at SCORPIO nearly 24/7, there were a occasions where she could sneak out with the help of Soren and Lucian, if she knew she wasn't needed the next day. Even if they came looking for her, the wolves easily covered for her as long as she told them where she was going. They were the only ones that knew she was mentoring Esther from time to time based on the advice she would ask them. How to stay silent while carrying certain weapons or how to take down a particular enemy, such things Es rarely came across herself in the same line of work.

She had taken a particular interest in Esther since the day they first met in that coffee shop years ago and ever since Es took up visiting her apartment. Leaving a gift behind every time she left the next morning, be it breakfast or a piece of furniture or something smaller. An odd thing given most animals wouldn't be able to close and lock a door after they escaped, let alone drag in such things as a mere 'Thank you for letting my dog visit' notes that were left behind with them.

Eventually, Es let her identity be known when she found that The Agency had approached her. Assassins unexpectedly cross paths in the field from time to time depending on the target and she may or may not have came across a few of them. Esther's reaction to a sudden talking Doberman was expected, usually everyone has the same sort of look of surprise to it or at least, those of which Es decides to reveal herself to anyway.

She offered to give her some pointers if she decided to join their organization, after all, if she could help make her one of the best they had to offer, why not. It would certainly give her an edge in the field regardless and perhaps over some of the older bunch she'll work with.

Es was currently lounging on the couch with the TV turned to a nature program featuring a segment on Bengal tigers, waiting for her young protégé to come home. Idly shifting her arm to resemble that of one of the tigers, a painless process that was a easy as breathing as she flexed her claws. It wasn't long before she caught the all too familiar footsteps approaching the door, followed by a slide of a key. She thought about shifting and bounding up to the door but instead decided to hang back and wait.

To say their friendship was unusual would have been quite the understatement, but Esther had never complained. When she'd been sixteen - young and very much without a clue about what she was doing, and with no intentions of letting anyone near her - Es had still somehow managed to worm her way into her life. And somehow, she'd yet to leave.

Granted, she'd been a Doberman, which gave her something of an unfair advantage - but that had still meant Esther being able to sleep on nights when she knew Es was there. It had meant feeling safe, even if only fleetingly.

A lot had changed since then. Esther was older, now trained and still training - because there was always something new to learn, something to remember - but her situation was different. And Es had even more successfully broken down a section of her carefully crafted wall and made herself at home. Both figuratively and literally, as Esther is finding out now.

She's been good at knowing when she's not really alone in a house ever since she was...what, eight? Nine? Since working with Es and with the Agency, that's been honed to the point that even after only a few steps inside her apartment and as the door locks behind her, she knows someone's here. It doesn't take a genius to work out who it is.

Hanging up her coat, she heads through to the living room, heels clicking against the hardwood floor up until she reaches the back of the sofa. Leaning against it a moment, she takes her shoes off one after the other, giving the top of Es' head a raised brow and a smirk.

"Making yourself at home, I see."

[The tamer!]

[Definitely the tamed one.]

(the tamer)

[My kingdom for a Hope!]

( Definitely the tamer. )

//Platonic; tamer.

[The one being tamed.]

It was nothing short of professional embarrassment to show up at a remote safehouse to hide out until the cops forgot about her and find someone already living there, but there weren't many options when she had two full-grown hyenas to hide with her. So Harley had simply refused to leave and was shockingly difficult to murder until the two of them settled into an easy, if unconventional, household routine.

"Leave your boots by the door," she calls over her shoulder when she hears him come home. "I just mopped up the blood and dirt from last time."

It was almost laughable that Sabretooth couldn't kill the crazed clownette that had invaded his safehouse. Or the fsct tbat she had two hyenas with her. But after a few weeks of her not leaving and him refusing to be the one to leave. So when he walked into the safehouse and he heard the blonde call to leave his boots by the door, he growled.

However, he did as he was told and took off his boots by the door and walked over to her. He sat on the couch, petting one of the hyenas as she came up to him. "You cookin' tonight or do ya want me ta run out an' get some take-out?"

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