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MAY-DECEMBER ROMANCEIenzo | Kingdom Hearts 3 | OTA, 21 years old (younger party, 10-35 year gap's cool?)
radiantlegacy
2020-01-26 05:53 am (UTC)(link)
(Younger party)
( younger. happy to discuss timelines, etc. )
( pick from 20 or 30 years old. if 20, younger. if 30, could be either way )
ooc-Martin is the worst person to get involved with, I love it.
ooc- it's like 10x worse if he's already notorious isn't it? XD
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.
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.
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.
“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.
"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.”
“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.
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?”
“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?”
"A little, yeah." Knowing that he's taken so many lives and then saved ao many more, it's a horrible shade of moral gray.
"England is exotic now?" She arches a brow, "here I was thinking it was gray and dreary mostly."
He's told her about consulting on medical cases still, it's fascinating. "It would be a waste to not put your mind to use somehow."
She finds herself leaning a bit closer, as if she's debating if she can touch him or not.
"England is exotic now?" She arches a brow, "here I was thinking it was gray and dreary mostly."
He's told her about consulting on medical cases still, it's fascinating. "It would be a waste to not put your mind to use somehow."
She finds herself leaning a bit closer, as if she's debating if she can touch him or not.
"And I dare say it's a thrill you can only get here." He bounced his eyebrows once, the idea stroking his ego. "And nothing compares, does it?"
"Darling, if you were locked up in here for over 10 years, Subway sandwiches would be exotic." Martin cracked with his usual amused chuckle. "Hell, anything without a penis is almost alien."
"My thoughts exactly." Martin does read into her body language, picking up on how she leans in and does the same.
“You are really quite stunning,” he compliments as he gazes at her, a soft smile on his lips. He holds up a finger, “And I’m not just saying that because you are the only women in the room.” Reaching forward he brushes a strand of hair to slide behind her ear; not at all put off at how awkward that may look to others to do with bound hands, but rather it only forces him to move closer. "I had loved your writing and your mind, but I am certainly awestruck to see the person it all belongs to."
"Darling, if you were locked up in here for over 10 years, Subway sandwiches would be exotic." Martin cracked with his usual amused chuckle. "Hell, anything without a penis is almost alien."
"My thoughts exactly." Martin does read into her body language, picking up on how she leans in and does the same.
“You are really quite stunning,” he compliments as he gazes at her, a soft smile on his lips. He holds up a finger, “And I’m not just saying that because you are the only women in the room.” Reaching forward he brushes a strand of hair to slide behind her ear; not at all put off at how awkward that may look to others to do with bound hands, but rather it only forces him to move closer. "I had loved your writing and your mind, but I am certainly awestruck to see the person it all belongs to."
"No, you're something different." She shouldn't be quite so intoxicated by him, she knows it's what he does, he's charming on purpose.
"Glad to add some exotic to your day then." She can't fathom it, ten years in this room.
She leans into that little touch. "You are an absolute master at flattery, but I guess I should expect no different."
Her reaction to him is so visceral, she is a moth to a flame being drawn to this murderer. What a follow up to a priest. Opposite ends of the spectrum.
"Glad to add some exotic to your day then." She can't fathom it, ten years in this room.
She leans into that little touch. "You are an absolute master at flattery, but I guess I should expect no different."
Her reaction to him is so visceral, she is a moth to a flame being drawn to this murderer. What a follow up to a priest. Opposite ends of the spectrum.
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