M Academy: Lark’s Encounters IX
"What?!" Julian exclaimed. "That's bullshit! I saw her file! Limit of four inches—”
"Soft limit," Evan reminded him.
"Whatever! What the hell are they thinking signing off on that when she couldn't even handle five with me?"
“They don’t think, little cousin,” Evan said, narrowing his eyes as his cousin didn’t let go of his tiny just yet. He seemed to be completely astounded with how tiny Justin was at the moment, half the size of his pinkie… if that. He balanced him carefully over his finger, letting him straddle it in front of his face. Humph. He could play with Justin for now…
“They just do,” Evan continued with narrowed eyes. “And Mr. Micro player is like me. He donates a lot of money to the funding… he can do what he wants. And honestly? I don’t know if there’s anything I can do.”
“He just doesn’t want to do anything about it!” Justin shouted up to Julian’s finger dangled over his lap. From this distance Evan might not be able to hear him. “Evan knows if he flexes enough power… and maybe a bribe… that he can do anything. He’s just being lazy.”
“Is he talking to you?” Evan asked, arching a brow from the couch. “Last I remembered, Mr. Carmichael, it was decided that you would not let your presence be known to my cousin and now you’re filling his simple little head with ideas?” His gaze landed on his cousin. “Don’t be fooled by his size right now, Julie. I can promise you that Justin has a bit of his own giant clout considering he’s not worth half as much as you or me. He just better hope that I’m still in a good mood after you leave. Seeing him clinging to you like that… it still makes me smile.”
“Micro play…” Evan continued as he leaned back in his chair. “It’s been awhile since I’ve gone down that road.” He pointed at Julian’s hand. “She could be smaller than that, you know. Considerably smaller. I’ve heard what this man does to his tinies. He likes them that small so he can’t hear their cries… or hear their screams. Odds are, Kennings allowed this so maybe the little bird would just quit. The Academy knows that if she presses that button again that not even her connection to Alona can save her. It wouldn’t surprise me if this is just to kick her out. And maybe she only took this assignment… thinking it would be with you.”
Julian nearly dropped Justin from sheet horror as he listened to every word.
"Shit sorry, little guy." Feeling the weight of his cousin’s gaze, Julian couldn't decide whether Evan wanted him to put Justin down or prove he could be less if a pushover. For now, he just let the guy gain his footing in the palm of his hand... for the few seconds before he brought it right up to his eye level.
"Smaller than this? That guy must be insane! How... how does he keep them safe like that? I mean, shit I'm afraid to inhale this tiny as it is."
Evan arched a brow. “It’s one thing for me to call them tinies in general, Julie, but it is quite another for you to call my personal tiny as such. That’s Mr. Carmichael… and you will call him that… and nothing else.” He narrowed his eyes again briefly, knowing that he sounded a bit possessive but he couldn’t help himself. The thrill of seeing this tiny man being handled by someone else was quickly waning.
“Safety is a relative term, little cousin,” Evan said with a smile. “Mr. Micro is more than capable of keeping them safe… mostly because he doesn’t let them be mobile.” He smirked slightly when Julian looked away from Justin with a look of horror. “Well, surely you can’t expect any man to be completely responsible with a person they can barely hold… a person they can barely hear… a person they can barely see.”
“You’re being cruel,” Justin said under his breath. Though honestly he was relieved that Evan had decided to stand up for him while in his cousin’s grasp. Julian was probably safer but Evan was still his… and Julian seemed so… inexperienced… and curious. “Mr. Micro knows what he’s doing,” he continued. “He’s been playing with tinies around an inch for years. His methods are…”
“He secures them,” Evan said, not realizing that his train of thought was perfectly in sync with his tinies. “With tape… or ties… sometimes pieces of jewelry. Much like where I had Mr. Carmichael earlier before he decided he wanted to go for a swim in my wine glass. But sometimes he will go the whole weekend with his micro strapped to him. I’ve heard all the stories, the man brags like he’s a professional football player. He talks about keeping them close to his body, this way he can keep the tiny close but not have to worry about losing track of them. It’s actually not a bad idea… if not for the places he might secure them.”
Julian noticed the possessive glances. He just wasn't sure he cared enough to relive Evan's distress. In fact, he rather wanted to milk this for the few moments he had possession of someone who obviously meant something to his otherwise aloof older cousin. He lowered Justin to his lap and started rolling him gently side to side in his palm, like he was weighing a small object.
Julian shut his eyes and sighed loudly through his nose. "She'll never survive that. She'll pass out on the spot... maybe... maybe if I put in a request in advance for the week after, it'll keep her from being immediately rejected. You think?" He was grasping at straws now, but he didn't know what else to do.
Evan frowned, watching Justin being pushed around in his cousin’s palm. He was starting to fume but he didn’t want to leap across the chasm between the two couches and grab what he considered his. Justin was handling it so well… a former giant as experienced as he was… subjected to this treated by a man who didn’t really understand what the hell he was doing. He leaned back in his chair.
“You think he cares if she passes out? She’ll be strapped to his lower lip for all we know. She’ll just wake up and have to start all over again,” he said, trying not sneer as he caught the faint sound of Justin’s throaty cry of enjoyment as Julian continued to move him around gently in the canvas that was his hand. Damn Justin for making the best of this. And damn Julian for wearing that sight of happiness at the idea of being in full control of another man.
“You might want to hope that your little bird doesn’t wake up at all,” Evan practically sneered, trying to get his cousin’s attention away from Justin.
Justin was having too much of a good time… and so was Julian. And though Evan knew that Justin loved the feeling of being helpless when another man handled him… it bothered him that it wasn’t exclusive to his handling.
“If Mr. Micro enjoys his little games with her, he’ll sign up for her until he’s bored. He loves newbies. And no matter what you do…if she stays…and he wants her…he’ll always get her. You don’t exactly have any pull in this world yet. But I know someone who does.”
"Who?" Julian asked, glancing up from Justin at the wrong moment – the tiny man tripped into the crevice between two fingers. Julian flexed his hand consciously.
"I just feel so bad for this girl now, I want her at least to be with someone who's not going to destroy her state of mind. She needs me, I know it." He finally pinched the back of Justin's t-shirt and plucked him up into his other hand, holding him out to Evan.
“Little cousin, I swear you go out of your way to piss me off… just like when we were kids,” he said. “I was referring to myself. Me. I could make the call,” he frowned as Julian almost dropped Justin. “You can annoy me in more ways than one, that’s for sure,” he grumbled under his breath as Julian situated himself again. “Food for thought? I’d suggest never going smaller than four inches, you sloppy…” he trailed off, realizing he was getting possessive again.
Once Justin was back into his waiting hand, he dared to smile. Just that slight weight… he felt happy. And then… he lowered his body and quickly secured Justin back to the earlier spot on the top of his shoe. Where he belonged. Close to him… but below him. He sat back up in his chair and tried not to take the look Julian was giving him too personally. He couldn’t understand. He wasn’t that type of giant. He wouldn’t be. He couldn’t be.
And Evan realized that maybe that was okay.
“I’ll talk to Kennings about this whole thing with Mr. Micro. With the proper donation I’m sure I could override Micro’s request… or at least cut it short. But she would have to come here. And she would be mine for the weekend. And odds are she would be micro for the remainder of the weekend with Justin and me. They won’t allow me to make reservations for you, cousin.”
Evan reclined back in his chair. “Whether you want to come here and join us or not… is up to you. I mean… who are you really? She doesn’t know you. She might feel safer with Justin.” He glanced down at his shoe. “Looks like you’re in luck, Mr. Carmichael. You won’t be this small this weekend. I can’t very well keep track of both you at such a small size.” He brought his attention back to Julian. “So what do you say? Shall I make the call? Will you join us this weekend or will you be her anonymous hero?”
"I'll come," Julian decided, tearing his gaze from the polished shoes across from him. Poor Justin. There was no way he was allowing Evan to get creative about Lark on his own. "It'll be like a double date. Well, uh... you know what I mean." He scratched the back of his neck and stood to leave.
"I'll let you get back to uh... you friend there. Thank you, Evan. I owe you one big time." Julian cracked a genuine smile.
“A double date?” Evan repeated with a chuckle. “Julie, you always were too much of a romantic. “I’ll make the call when she arrives, okay? Though I can’t make any promises. Mr. Micro might fight me on this and at least demand an opening scene.” His eyes lowered to his shoes and he grew serious. While Julian didn’t even know this girl, he could imagine his possession. If anyone did anything to his Justin…he was tiny. But he was tiny just for him.
“I’ll do what I can,” he called again just as the door shut.