Post by Atara Themis on Jan 13, 2021 23:00:07 GMT -6
Bourbon.
He had always left the taste of bourbon of on Atara's lips. It was a welcoming shock to her senses, especially now in this most intimate of moments and reminded Atara of those little things she had taken for granted. In the beginning she had always hated it, her palette being less refined to the beverage than Shawn's. She could never decipher one ingredient from the next or taste the wood of the barrels. No matter how much they explain, the boys had always made it seem like some romantic concoction of fruits and grains mixed with expertise care, a drink that would make her gods jealous. For her though..it had just tasted bitter. Medicinal.
Atara knew for Shawn it was a medicine of sorts, a replacement for darker demons. It helped muffle the grinding noise of those perpetually turning gears in his head. It cooled his tongue and veiled the asshole everyone knew turning him somewhat more agreeable. Atara hated that too. It was one addiction for another in her eyes, another wall to hide his insecurity behind. It was weakness and her Shawn, her Fuzz, was not weak.
Perhaps it wasn't the bourbon that had been bitter. In the time they had been apart Atara often questioned that it had just been her. She wore her own insecurities on her sleeve, always seeking validation in one form or the other. Jealousy maybe? She should have been enough and Atara remembered vividly the one time she mentioned as much. Atara had opened an old wound and saw the hurt in his eyes. She couldn't remember apologizing but recalled feeling odd that a taste and smell she had hated so much was one of the first things she missed.
"I'm the addict.
The thought caused Atara to smile and as she looked up to the encroaching face of Shawn Warstein her nostrils were filled with the aroma of oaken casks. Once lips had pressed together, her own were overwhelmed by that bitter and medicinal taste of Bourbon. She hated it...but she loved it.
Medicated, placated, his goodnight token given, Shawn rolled to his side of their bed. All the emotion and commotion from his and Legacy's little dispute had dissipated. Atara had done her job and kept the monster caged, had kept him safe from himself and now it was time for her own gears to begin turn. In the dark and silent she lay staring up at a blackened ceiling, all the imagery of recent events passing through her minds eye.
Despite the argument, it had been a good night for all them. Betsy's celebration had been spectacular but Atara's selfishness tilted her thoughts more towards their tag team victory. It had only been the second time The Goddess and The Impossible Traveler had teamed together and while the record stood at even, Atara's mind of course dwelled on the fact they had two main events under their belts. Atara knew Betsy had singles aspirations, she understood it was part of the 'the bigger picture' as far as Legacy was concerned but it was the marquee Atara yearned for.
She wasn't Legacy, had never been Legacy, and as much as it hurt her feelings, Atara assumed she would never be Legacy. She wondered at what point it was it crossing a line, was she being selfish again at that moment. They all had their careers, Legacy had their agenda, but her and Bets...they were a hot item.
Would it be too much of a distraction? With BetsS and hawn already odds, already in a quiet chess game of control, Atara was afraid to ask. Maybe another time, but first..
First she had take to care of Arctic Tarzan and his albino Yogi bear. A mountain of blubbering 'Me Man, Me Crush, Me Fuck Bear for the Gram' stupidity. Somewhere Brad Pitt was calling for his Tristan Ludlow look back, Atara was sure of it. Why is it always a giant dude...can wrestling companies not find average sized guys dudes…
She didn't know and feeling her lids begin to droop didn't care. Scooting down beneath covers, Atara to looked to the dead lump beside her. She nudged him with the sharp of her elbow and when Shawn turned around all wtf Atara smiled...
