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Age gaps, not thigh gaps.

MAY-DECEMBER ROMANCE

A May-December romance is any where there is a larger than average age difference between the partners involved. Sometimes this is met with disapproval, sometimes it is arranged, sometimes it is abuse of power, and other times it just happens and it's no one's fault or doing. This meme focuses on those relationships.

- Post with your character, preferences, and note their ages (or an estimate if no canon age is given).
- Please don't forget to note how much of an age gap you're comfortable with!
- Look around, tag. Have fun! Make up a scenario or make use of the prompts below.

beginning
1. confession - you've just confessed your love. How is it received?
2. coerced - they have more power than you and you have no choice but to go along.
3. arranged - this was an arranged union and may not have had anything to do with your choosing at all.
4. secret - it would be forbidden or frowned upon, but you can't resist...

middle
1. difference - does the age difference make things difficult?
2. domesticity - just a day in the life...
3. experience - one of you has more experience than the other, but at least they're eager to teach.
4. argument - you're fighting for one reason or another.

end
1. breakup - things aren't working.
2. discovered - your forbidden secret has been found out and judged.
3. another - one of you has fallen in love with another.
4. happily ever after - against all odds, you've made it work.

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ooc-Martin is the worst person to get involved with, I love it.

[ooc- OMG yes. I am here for this. Fleabag is the perfect mess for him to find. Would you like it to be before or after he is locked up/notorious?]

ooc- it's like 10x worse if he's already notorious isn't it? XD

ooc- it totally is. XD So say she seeks him out then? Comes to visit ?

ooc- sounds good. She got really into true crime documentaries.

[Ooc- perfect! Let me know if there is anything you’d like me to tweak but the situation sort of writes itself.]

Martin did get a fair amount of fan mail on the daily. It ebbed and flowed periodically but he did keep a select few consistent pen pals who he would feel out before inviting them to visit him. While it was up to them if they were to make the trek, he knew the odds were in his favor when he suggested it.

So on that day he had managed to clean up his beard a tad extra to look presentable; this wasn’t family visiting when he could look like the father he was. He would be restrained all the same just like with any visitor, kept behind the red line with a tether and handcuffs. It did allow him to reach his desk and sit in his chair while he waited, flipping through a book rather awkwardly considering his hands remained bound.

She had been sending him letters for what felt like ages. It wasn't quite fan mail, she wasn't aspiring to be a murderer, but she was intrigued by him. She had been curious, which felt rather natural. The letters progressed and she found she really rather liked him; he was a brilliant man with razor sharp wit.

When he invited her to visit, there was a bit of hesitation. But her desire to actually meet him in person won out. And so she made the trek to the states to meet a notorious serial killer. Her mother must be spinning in her grave.

The door is opened for her and she is face to face with the Surgeon for the first time.

"Martin." She gives a little smile.

Martin rose when he saw his visitor approaching, hearing the loud doors open and close, and then there she was. Pale, bright red lipstick and English. His face immediately lit up.

“Ah! The accent! I love it!” Was the first thing he reacted to, taking a step towards her, looking quite excited to have her there in the flesh. “It doesn’t quite come through in your letters- but it perfectly suits you.”

He grins to her, pausing for a moment before remembering that she is his guest and wishes to treat her as such. “Please, have a seat!” He features to the chair he had just risen from, not missing a beat to so causally invite her to cross over that red line.

"It's you with the accent." She chuckles, it barely registers to her that she doesn't sound like everyone else here. She notices the red line, and the bondage.

"Right into the danger zone?" She comments, even as she does cross the red line. She should be more afraid of him, but it's not as if there aren't armed guards at the door.

Martin laughs at her comment but shakes his head. “There is no danger here, my dear.” He leans against the desk, giving her some space if she takes the chair. “You know me- We’ve been writing for so long.” His hands are nearly clasped since it’s the most comfortable considering. “I’m just so thrilled to see you in person. It’s a little surreal, really.” Playing the admirer despite knowing that his words often match those coming from the mouths of other visitors.

“I do wish I could offer you some tea, make you feel even just a little at home.” He paused to laugh. “Or maybe I’ve just been cooped up here a bit too long.”

"Part of the thrill of you is the danger, isn't it?" She's the type to say what she's thinking without much consideration. "I'm sure you get your fair share of female admirers."

Women who are into murderers. She never thought she'd be one of them.

"It is surreal though, finally being in the same room." It's easier then she expected. "As far as cells go, this one isn't completely terrible."

With the bookshelves and his desk, which she does sit at, legs crossing.

“You tell me,” he casually replied to being appealing for the dangerous thrill. “Is it?”

“Sure, but they come and go.” A calm shrug as he gazes at her. “Pop up for a bit then ‘ghost me’- as they’re saying now. I so rarely get a beautiful visitor. Especially one so exotic.” They are in America after all.

“Oh yes, it is quite comfortable as far as cells go. If you’re not going to ever get privacy again, might as well have all of your books and journals and a very comfy bed. That’s what you get for being high profile and still of some value to society, right?”