His senses tell him Marci is standing behind the couch and is probably looking straight down at him. Him, with his shirt gone, collar bright red around his throat, and currently being groped by half a dozen strangers.
Matt doesn't need to be able to see to visualize his life, and his future shatter before his eyes. Outed. Humiliation threatens to overwhelm him and he tries to turn his head away so at least Marci can't see his face any more.
Which is when the second surprise of the night happens, and it comes in the form of a verbal lashing that is usually directed at him, but not tonight. Not now.
"What. do you think you are doing?" Marci asks, tone clipped, and the person on top of him briefly stops in their fondling.
"Uh...having fun?" they intelligently ask.
"Uh-huh." Marci comments, unimpressed. "That's my boyfriend's pet you're sitting on top of. Which, by extension makes him mine. *Off*," she says, and the last word is laced with something that would make feral wolves back down. The pressure on his chest leaves.
"Alright, alright, chill, I thought slaves were here for general entertainment tonight, s'all..."
"This one isn't," Marci says, and then smartly steps around the couch to perch himself next to Matt on the armrest. He is currently struggling to sit up, shrug back into his soaked shirt, for all the good it will do him now. He can feel Marci next to him smack her lips.
"So. Murdock," she says, and it's...*amused*? "Not that I didn't have my suspicions, but...something you want to tell me?"
xxx
But yeah, so totally in favour of Marci using it as petty revenge for being defeated by Matt in class, but she wouldn't ever use it seriously against him because that would make the challenge moot. I also didn't yet write Foggy in that scene yet but he so needs to react to everything going on there (what would he do? Want to run over and tear drunk!student off Matt? Try and immediately plead with Marci that she mustn't tell that to any one else? Immediately want to comfort Matt and bring him his jacket so they can leave (which is of course when the cops show up, because nope, no breaks to be had here^^°)?
- and aw, yes, a scene like that, with Matt noticing that - like, he usually has that impulse to cover up, even in the heat, but then he pauses and is like 'wait...there's actually no reason to be worried if I'm not wearing a shirt', because Foggy's not going to view it as an 'invitation' or anything, and maybe it's at that point that Matt realizes that he truly, completely *trusts* him. (I'd also like the idea that, like the glasses in canon, Foggy is the only one that Matt doesn't feel self-conscious when he's visibly wearing his collar around - like, during changing or when sleeping).
- all the yes to contradicting feelings about the collar itself, of course. XD
- and ahah, I had to laugh at the messed-up-pizza-order comment. XD They so would! Poor Karen. But I'd so want to see that conversation afterwards. Matt could be like,
"No, seriously, Foggy doesn't hit me. Ever. Not even when I do something like this." *proceeds to grope for Foggy's cheetos bag and drop it into garbage can*
Foggy: "HEY!"
Matt: "See? Nicest owner ever."
Foggy: "I can't believe I haven't sold you yet." -.-
Karen: *utterly baffled*
- and ooh, yes about Karen first seeing Matt and immediately making all of her own theories because of COURSE he won't properly talk about anything. I adore the idea about her at first being all angry toward Foggy and protective and indignant on Matt's behalf. (Foggy would be like with his back against his own desk, and she'd be all I SAW HIM AND HE IS STILL WEARING HIS COLLAR WHICH HE HATES WHY IS THAT FOGGY and he'd be like NO IT'S DIFFERENT and...yeah. XD
(Also, I love the twist with her thinking Matt doesn't want to sue because he'd be too ashamed to be 'evidence' in a trial instead of defence council.) ah, it's so cool to be able to bounce ideas around and get them all into working order :D
- and then yeah, the Nelson question. I do have another bit, which is Foggy talking to his mother briefly on the morning after he got Matt -
xxx
“Mom, I can’t – I had to patch him up, yesterday, and the way he looked at me, as if he was grateful for something that shouldn’t…shouldn’t….”
Franklin (Foggy, you’re supposed to call him Foggy), is taking deep breaths now, probably trying to calm himself down – yup, heart rate elevated, Matt nods to himself. He is a bit surprised that he can already track Foggy through the building, but then again, they had spent quite a bit of time together yesterday, and none of it had been overwhelming or seriously painful for Matt, so he’d been able to catalogue everything about Foggy quite well. That was…new. Matt carefully decides not to dwell on it.
“Franklin,” his mother says, “that is a normal way to discipline slaves. You’ve seen that he acts quite docile now, doesn’t he? That is probably what made him such a well-behaved boy.”
“Bullshit,” Foggy seethes downstairs. “That’s not…I wouldn’t ever-“ He takes another deep breath. “Fine. You wanna give me a slave, fine. So, as long as he is mine,” Foggy says, and Matt concentrates hard at this point, so he can hear the air part as Foggy jabs a finger into his mother’s face, “No one is ever going to touch him like that. Is that clear?”
There’s a sigh from his mother’s end. “Yes, dear, if that’s what you want. But you should read the owner’s manual I got you, anyway. If – or when you run into difficulties with him at Columbia, you’ll probably be glad to have it.”
“Yeah, so I can light it on fire when the heating is down,” Foggy grunts, and Matt can hear him stomp out of the kitchen and toward his room again. He panics for a moment – doesn’t know whether he should pretend to still be sleeping, or whether Foggy would want him to be up and dressed, or up and undressed, so when the door flies open and Foggy crashes into his room in a thunderous mood, he is presented with one slave, too-large sweatshirt half over his head, flat on his face in the room with his feet hopelessly still tangled in the futon.
“Uh…morning?” he manages.
xxx
...gah. But yeah. I dunno, I wonder what would have the most feelings/comedy potential. I could think Foggy being seriously torn in between leaving Matt for thanksgiving at the dorms (where he'd be left in peace, but would also be lonely) VS taking him home for the weekend (where he may or may not even be allowed to participate at the dinner). Maybe the parents also have radically differing attitudes toward him? Argh, so many possibilities! What do you think?^^°
Re: Slavery AU; More Ideas HALP/3
Matt doesn't need to be able to see to visualize his life, and his future shatter before his eyes. Outed. Humiliation threatens to overwhelm him and he tries to turn his head away so at least Marci can't see his face any more.
Which is when the second surprise of the night happens, and it comes in the form of a verbal lashing that is usually directed at him, but not tonight. Not now.
"What. do you think you are doing?" Marci asks, tone clipped, and the person on top of him briefly stops in their fondling.
"Uh...having fun?" they intelligently ask.
"Uh-huh." Marci comments, unimpressed. "That's my boyfriend's pet you're sitting on top of. Which, by extension makes him mine. *Off*," she says, and the last word is laced with something that would make feral wolves back down. The pressure on his chest leaves.
"Alright, alright, chill, I thought slaves were here for general entertainment tonight, s'all..."
"This one isn't," Marci says, and then smartly steps around the couch to perch himself next to Matt on the armrest. He is currently struggling to sit up, shrug back into his soaked shirt, for all the good it will do him now. He can feel Marci next to him smack her lips.
"So. Murdock," she says, and it's...*amused*? "Not that I didn't have my suspicions, but...something you want to tell me?"
xxx
But yeah, so totally in favour of Marci using it as petty revenge for being defeated by Matt in class, but she wouldn't ever use it seriously against him because that would make the challenge moot. I also didn't yet write Foggy in that scene yet but he so needs to react to everything going on there (what would he do? Want to run over and tear drunk!student off Matt? Try and immediately plead with Marci that she mustn't tell that to any one else? Immediately want to comfort Matt and bring him his jacket so they can leave (which is of course when the cops show up, because nope, no breaks to be had here^^°)?
- and aw, yes, a scene like that, with Matt noticing that - like, he usually has that impulse to cover up, even in the heat, but then he pauses and is like 'wait...there's actually no reason to be worried if I'm not wearing a shirt', because Foggy's not going to view it as an 'invitation' or anything, and maybe it's at that point that Matt realizes that he truly, completely *trusts* him. (I'd also like the idea that, like the glasses in canon, Foggy is the only one that Matt doesn't feel self-conscious when he's visibly wearing his collar around - like, during changing or when sleeping).
- all the yes to contradicting feelings about the collar itself, of course. XD
- and ahah, I had to laugh at the messed-up-pizza-order comment. XD They so would! Poor Karen. But I'd so want to see that conversation afterwards. Matt could be like,
"No, seriously, Foggy doesn't hit me. Ever. Not even when I do something like this." *proceeds to grope for Foggy's cheetos bag and drop it into garbage can*
Foggy: "HEY!"
Matt: "See? Nicest owner ever."
Foggy: "I can't believe I haven't sold you yet." -.-
Karen: *utterly baffled*
- and ooh, yes about Karen first seeing Matt and immediately making all of her own theories because of COURSE he won't properly talk about anything. I adore the idea about her at first being all angry toward Foggy and protective and indignant on Matt's behalf. (Foggy would be like with his back against his own desk, and she'd be all I SAW HIM AND HE IS STILL WEARING HIS COLLAR WHICH HE HATES WHY IS THAT FOGGY and he'd be like NO IT'S DIFFERENT and...yeah. XD
(Also, I love the twist with her thinking Matt doesn't want to sue because he'd be too ashamed to be 'evidence' in a trial instead of defence council.) ah, it's so cool to be able to bounce ideas around and get them all into working order :D
- and then yeah, the Nelson question. I do have another bit, which is Foggy talking to his mother briefly on the morning after he got Matt -
xxx
“Mom, I can’t – I had to patch him up, yesterday, and the way he looked at me, as if he was grateful for something that shouldn’t…shouldn’t….”
Franklin (Foggy, you’re supposed to call him Foggy), is taking deep breaths now, probably trying to calm himself down – yup, heart rate elevated, Matt nods to himself. He is a bit surprised that he can already track Foggy through the building, but then again, they had spent quite a bit of time together yesterday, and none of it had been overwhelming or seriously painful for Matt, so he’d been able to catalogue everything about Foggy quite well. That was…new. Matt carefully decides not to dwell on it.
“Franklin,” his mother says, “that is a normal way to discipline slaves. You’ve seen that he acts quite docile now, doesn’t he? That is probably what made him such a well-behaved boy.”
“Bullshit,” Foggy seethes downstairs. “That’s not…I wouldn’t ever-“ He takes another deep breath. “Fine. You wanna give me a slave, fine. So, as long as he is mine,” Foggy says, and Matt concentrates hard at this point, so he can hear the air part as Foggy jabs a finger into his mother’s face, “No one is ever going to touch him like that. Is that clear?”
There’s a sigh from his mother’s end. “Yes, dear, if that’s what you want. But you should read the owner’s manual I got you, anyway. If – or when you run into difficulties with him at Columbia, you’ll probably be glad to have it.”
“Yeah, so I can light it on fire when the heating is down,” Foggy grunts, and Matt can hear him stomp out of the kitchen and toward his room again. He panics for a moment – doesn’t know whether he should pretend to still be sleeping, or whether Foggy would want him to be up and dressed, or up and undressed, so when the door flies open and Foggy crashes into his room in a thunderous mood, he is presented with one slave, too-large sweatshirt half over his head, flat on his face in the room with his feet hopelessly still tangled in the futon.
“Uh…morning?” he manages.
xxx
...gah. But yeah. I dunno, I wonder what would have the most feelings/comedy potential. I could think Foggy being seriously torn in between leaving Matt for thanksgiving at the dorms (where he'd be left in peace, but would also be lonely) VS taking him home for the weekend (where he may or may not even be allowed to participate at the dinner). Maybe the parents also have radically differing attitudes toward him? Argh, so many possibilities! What do you think?^^°