( naturally, ash knowns he's in for a basket case before he ever crosses the threshold of the cafe's doors — which doesn't upset him, really, and only makes him curious. for whoever he's partnered up with, bestowed with the unappealing crown of passively placed smiley faces against the backdrop of interesting facts, and unapologetic sins. ash is a religious man, a moral man, who knows the lines of his bible by heart, every well-loved line and thumb printed indent to the pages. annotated, dog-earred, scribbled. he knows better than the judge the words on his card, until he meets the man behind him. ( not that he, himself, has ever met god, but he believes love is as close as one person can get — therefore, he's intimately aware of His presence. far beyond the lines in the bible, which can be questionable, at best. like this card. )
of course, felix is all strange, swaggering confidence, which ash is also experienced in — he knows a soldier when he sees one, undisciplined, unbroken. the captain still living inside him wants to surge to the surface, demand fifty push-ups. instead, he takes a seat with a matched energy, legs spreading wide, like taking up the most space is just a byproduct of living, to him. he nods his head. given how telling felix's facts were, he is uncomfortably curious about what his own read as:
1. He has had a BDSM relationship with his sister. ( Only half, though. ) 2. He ranks Captain in the American military. Or did, before he became President of the United States. 3. He is a trained Dominant and gets off on the pain of others.
he nods understandably at the offer, eying felix's beer but opting not to comment on it. )
Then I'll top you off. ( he gestures to someone, signaling for two beers. ) My name's Maxen. Though, people I'm familiar with call me Ash. Middle name.
summer special.
of course, felix is all strange, swaggering confidence, which ash is also experienced in — he knows a soldier when he sees one, undisciplined, unbroken. the captain still living inside him wants to surge to the surface, demand fifty push-ups. instead, he takes a seat with a matched energy, legs spreading wide, like taking up the most space is just a byproduct of living, to him. he nods his head. given how telling felix's facts were, he is uncomfortably curious about what his own read as:
1. He has had a BDSM relationship with his sister. ( Only half, though. )
2. He ranks Captain in the American military. Or did, before he became President of the United States.
3. He is a trained Dominant and gets off on the pain of others.
he nods understandably at the offer, eying felix's beer but opting not to comment on it. )
Then I'll top you off. ( he gestures to someone, signaling for two beers. ) My name's Maxen. Though, people I'm familiar with call me Ash. Middle name.