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Hey, Amy! I have kind of a weird question. Or maybe not weird, but personal?

Do you have much experience with guys?

[she says if you train me right, i won't ever have to worry about it and he smirks and tells her it's going to happen no matter what, in that low voice he likes to use when it's just them, but he doesn't break his promise and breaks her in everywhere else. amy sheds her skin for him, the first skin meant for the girls and parties elias won't ever be invited to, and meets him as best she can. he tells her how to wrap her hands and smacks her knuckles when done incorrectly the first few times. but those are the only times, and amy catches what he throws quick.

her agility is impressive, but he doesn't tell her that. he recognizes a darkness in her, an eating, and he doesn't tell her that, either.

elias throws the bag in the trash and tucks the note inside his journal. he holds the plush in the palm of his hand, fingers clutching around soft fur, and calls amy.

immediately:]

What the fuck is this.

Edited (icon) 2025-11-26 07:20 (UTC)

I don't remember exchanging names, but I believe we met in a pseudo massage parlor-spa with the ironic name. If this is you, great. Hi. Long time. If this isn't you. Also hi. It's been never.

[before 3AM and after midnight:]

no session tomorrow

[ to be quite honest, this may be the most luxurious gift she's ever been given in her life and amy is the beneficiary of a selfie of grace in the gym wearing the gym clothes amy gifted her. ]

you're a christmas angel

also the middle finger isn't directed at you, it's just the only picture in my new cute fit

[attached: photo]

Hurry up and finish your breakfast so I can fuck you

I don’t know about you, but this year is making top 5 most stressful holiday seasons for me. And my dad once left in the middle of Christmas dinner to stop an armed robbery at the Met.

[ Delivered to Amy’s suite on Christmas Eve: a plastic-wrapped plate of assorted cookies (including a gingerbread girl with a blonde bob) and a cold mini-jug of milk, along with holiday stationery and stickers. ]

Thanks for being such a good friend to me, Amy.

Merry Christmas!
💙,
Gwen

[ A gift, on Christmas morning, in the form of a slim wrapped object (suspiciously book shaped) and a small linen drawstring bag. Inside the bag is a bottle of the massage oil that had warmed them during their first encounter, presumably bargained or traded for (or stolen) from the spa, since it hadn't been for sale.

The wrapped gift is a copy of Henry and June by Anaïs Nin, with an inscription on the front page in Giles' careful handwriting: ]

"Love reduces the complexity of living."

Amy —

I'm not sure if life here will ever be anything but complex, but I know that being with you makes everything seem easy. I see you in every line and on every page. Whatever happens, I can only be grateful to have met you and to have known you, and to have the chance to know you a little better.

Please believe that I am,
Yours always,
Rupert

[ Left at her door deep in the night, right on the cusp of Christmas, a white silver-accented box tied with a pale blue ribbon. Tucked underneath the bow is a small bundle of daisies and forget-me-nots.

Inside, cushioned by tangles of raffia: A bath set whose lotions and oils share a base of rum and sandalwood, calmed and deepened by notes of vanilla, amaretto and honey. Scents that inspire in him the image of a warm, lazy evening. On either side of a bottle of foot massage oil are two bottles of nail polish, one clear and one the color of the nightgown she wore when he first saw her.

On top of it, a small card with a forget-me-not dried and pressed into the back. ]

The next time you've been on your feet all day, allow me to help you off them.

[ Larger than the text surrounding it. The cursive he took the greatest pleasure in penning. ] Merry Christmas, Amy.

— Hap

[after the rescue, elias didn't stick around. he faded into the background, distanced himself from gwen and the rest of the crew who came to amy's rescue. he'd looked at it as another heist instead of another hostage. he'd looked at amy with the distant gaze of someone who's there for business, swept over her body for assurance of nothing fatal and moved to cut the ties from her wrists. if he looked at her in any other sense, he would've taken too long. would have seen too much in her eyes.]

Can I see you

[far from his usual statements of saying one thing and following through with it immediately, he hates asking for permission. but she's been violated, taken, and he can relate to that more than she'll ever realize.]

Hey, Amy. Don’t feel like you have to respond to this, since I bet you’re inundated right now.

But if you need anything, I’m happy to help. Snacks, tea, bad romance novels, company.

Get some rest, okay?

Hello, Amy. This is Ava Starr. Came with Bob, yesterday.

[how else to put it.]

Thought I'd check in, but don't worry about replying if you're busy getting sorted out, still. The doc patch you two up all right? How's your fella?

text @stacy

a dayish after the keychain delivery. @alphabet_soup | voice

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text — un: princess grace

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text @stacy

🎁 delivery

delivery

🎁 delivery, 12/24

@alphabet_soup – post rescue / text

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