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@kanashimai​ chose violence:  "I bet you're so tired, little fish," Sonata crooned, dragging a lone finger down the length of her sternum, the nail biting into her skin. "Do you want a break? Sleep a while, rest? Yeah? Oh, I bet you do." His tone was that of mock kindness, a condescending lilt tainting it. She could only handle so much, right? Her fragile, mortal body would cave, crumble under his fingertips - she was already shaking. It was only a matter of time. He paused his tracing of her ribcage, returning the exact middle of her chest, and a low, teasing hum could soon be heard. The bubbling, slow burn of necrosis began to spread, but it's progression would be even slower, as if an infection that lasted weeks. A single point on her body was enough, and he would delight in her indignity. // for lyza, if this is even remotely okay >0>

 She wants a break. She wants sleep. She wants to go home to her mate where she’s safe. It’s not going to happen. He’s already made it quite clear that no one is coming. Her body is crumbling, even if her spirit wasn’t. Her mortal flesh burns, aches, and demands reprieve. And she knows it will not come.  She’s shaking. She’s cold. And so small. All the meat on her bones has gone and his starvation tactics have left her emaciated. It’d been so long since she’d eaten properly she doubted she’d be able to keep more than small bites down. There is never more than enough to keep her alive offered.  Even then, she’s dazed and barely present in the moment as saccharine words reach her ears and a finger traces over her skin before coming to settle in the center of her body and the slow burning sensation begins to spread. The only sound that escapes her is a wheezed whimper. And a part of her begins to think his patience is wearing thin, and her suffering may be nearing it’s end. Though--- promises on such could not be made. 

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@swansongcd​ sent “I’ve reached the age where my brain goes from ‘I probably shouldn’t say that’ to ‘What the hell, let’s see what happens’…” (from swansongcd for Satsuka. )

Too lazy to link memes tonight.

“You’re only just reaching that place now?”  She says with a laugh, “Most people do that backwards.  They start off with ‘fuck it’ and go to sensibility.”  She takes a sip of her tea. 

She’s been coming to this little cafe for a few weeks now.  It’s not far from her apartment, and the food is great.  Recently, she started chatting up the young woman who ran the place.  For simplicities sake, Satsuka elects to mostly speak English with her.  It’s always good to get some practice in.

“…You’re young.  I’m sure you’ll circle back.”

Elizabeth let out a soft laugh at that. Honestly most people did function that way, but she kinda liked being vaguely spontaneous. “There’s a story to that. If you want it. Cause it’s a doooozy.” At the moment, Satsuka is the only person in her little cafe. She expects business may pick up soon. But for the time being she’s content to vibe with her friend until someone else joins them.  “So you know Present Mic? He rolled in here the other day about 4 o clock, with a stack of papers and out of his hero get up. Did you know his hair is that long? I mean I should’ve expected it because like--- ya gotta have a lotta hair to pull off his daily vibe, but--- I was not mentally prepared for the brain go brrrrr moment that happened when he walked in the door wearing a man bun and khakis. I literally could not speak--- And when I did. I flirted? I think... Me? I dunno. Satsuka, the fuck do I do? Cause I got like zero clues and I just--- I am confusion.” 

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@kanashimai​ said: "A little fish in a big, wide pond, hm? It's cute, that you're trying so, so hard to fight against the current, but you can't escape it. Accept it, little fish, your sweet little bird is going to let you drown," Sonata muses, his voice low and frighteningly smooth. He's holding her chin in his hands, tenderly massaging bruised flesh, thumb easing along split lips. The shades of purple and blue matched well with her hair, complimented her even. But that only made this that much more satisfying. It was deeply unfortunate; A mer wrought with beautiful shining scales and flowing hair, a palpable affinity for the arcane, that she would be destroyed in the name of the Seraph. // more kinda angsty than anything skdbs This bastard had put her through hell. That was undeniable. So much had happened in the time she’d been in his---- lack of care. And sure--- She’d lost any and all hope of Tethis coming for her. And even with all the strength in the world she’d been unable to break free and escape him. Not that it mattered. She thrived purely on the desire to spite him.  The fierce determination that laid behind ocean blues was--- infinite, the desire to survive just to spite the very man who taunted her. Did he not hear himself? Speaking of her being such a little fish. Did he not understand that fish thrived in the water, just as much as the predators lurking threatened them.  “I’ve never been afraid of the water.” She said, tired eyes still gleaming with her determination. “Either you’ll get tired of waiting for something that’s never going to happen--- Or I’ll break out of your current. I wonder which will happen first.” The smile that spread to her lips was all poison and spite. 

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@kanashimai​ said:  "Is there anything I can do for you today, my dear?" Tethis bellowed, his voice carrying across the room from where he stood hunched over his desk, his quill scribbling down a response to a concerning letter he'd received from the queen while his hands meddled with some enchanted blade. It was ancient, he knew, but beyond that, the magic it'd been soaked in was different and he couldn't place how. "The strangest thing came in this morning..." // tethyza ofc

Elizabeth is tending to some matters of importance across the room as he sits at his desk working. She’s whittling away at some chores that need done, things she’s been putting off that she probably could’ve allowed to be done with magic no doubt. But she found it was easy to distract herself with chores when her mind would wander.  But that gives her pause. Does she need anything? Not particularly, she doesn’t think. “I don’t think so? But if it so happens that I do, I can always head out with Xandri to pick whatever it is up. It’s been a while since the two of us have had the chance to hang out, what with all my practice and such.” She laughs softly.  But when he speaks again, she makes her way across the room to him. “Oh? Is it strange in a troubling way or a puzzling way? Two very different kinds of strange.” 

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@kanashimai​ said:  21: withholding food from my muse // from sonata with love

She felt like her stomach was consuming her spine. She didn’t know how many days it’d been since he’d given her any kind of food, but she was hungry, and her body felt all sorts of wrong. Off. She was so cold, the world seemed to spin more often than it stood perceptibly still for her, and she found it harder and harder to keep consciousness.  How many days had it been? They all seemed to bleed together, her concept of time ruined. She’d given up hope. However long it’d been. No one was coming for her. She’d accepted that she was going to die her. But her own sheer will power to live and fear of dying kept her fighting.  “Please---” She pleaded, with no one in particular, into the silence of the room she’d been trapped in for who knew how long. “Please I need to eat.” She pleaded into the silence. Her breathing was labored, she felt too tired to beg beyond that. Maybe if she took a nap food would come. 

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(because we have to choose violence don’t we.) @kanashimai​ said:  37: knock a few of my muse's teeth loose // sonata 

She had lost time. Time had always been a concept that was foreign to her. She slept when she wanted, she did whatever whenever. It had been that way when she’d lived in the water, it was still that way now that she was on land. But it turned out that time further skewed itself when being left to endure unthinkable tortures at the hands of someone who thought your life and how it ended was nothing more than a game.  She was his entertainment. A plaything.  So it was no surprise to her that his machinations had caused damage, more than a little. She looked up at him from her spot on the cold floor, and she didn’t know why she thought it was a good idea to open her mouth and try to plead for mercy of any variety.  It wouldn’t come, the man in front of her wasn’t the merciful type. He was far too sadistic for the concept of mercy. Yet again, her thoughts pass over to Tethis. Her mate. He was probably worried sick, with good reason. Or--- the darker parts of her brain often taunted her--- He had given up hope, counted his losses, and she was as good as dead to even him.  “Please--- I just wan--” Her thought was cut off as his hand struck her hard, hard enough that her lip had split and she tasted blood in her mouth. And something solid on her tongue.  Not only had he managed to strike her hard enough to loosen a tooth, he’d knocked one out. The blood dribbled down from the corner of her mouth, leaking out as her mouth filled up with it. The sickening taste of iron threatening to make her ill. A hand came up to catch the blood and the tooth--- teeth as they fell into it. “I’m sorry---” Words that were followed closely by a choked and broken sob. 

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@kanashimai​ said:  "Will you come with me to the gala? I think you'd enjoy it. Perhaps moreso than I." Kisses to her crown and gentle tugs to her hair. "You'd be the loveliest thing in attendance." // tethyza

There’s a moment where the merwoman looks over the massive man in front of her. Her brows are furrowed, not minutes ago she’d been criticizing herself in a mirror. And leave it to him to swoop in a make her feel like the most beautiful woman under their sun.  “Would I?” She asks, tilting her head to the side after soft kisses have been placed and she smiles up at him. “I think I would like that. But what in creation would I wear?” 

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@noxlanding​ said:  " i know i'm probably the last person you want to see right now, i just... needed to know if you were okay. " (dev)

Blue eyes flicker upwards from where she’s sitting and she contemplates how to answer that. She doesn’t actually know. Is she okay? It doesn’t seem likely. She’s tired. She’s over existing. Things have been so damn hard recently. And she felt bad. She still feels bad, because she’d said some awful shit to him. Especially after she’d gotten back.  “Devin.”  She sounds exasperated, like she doesn’t know how to make him feel better after everything. There had been a time when she’d have these answers. She didn’t have them now.  “I--- I know things have been hard recently. And that’s not true. I’m sorry I made you feel that way. I’ve been angry, and hurt and even though I’m physically okay, I’m still fucking broken.” She says, “That’s no excuse. And we’ve both taken bites out of each other recently--- I don’t know. Please don’t leave me alone.” 

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@noxlanding said:  The tension was palpable, it was almost overwhelming. The red head was regarding the two guilty parties with a rather annoyed look on his face. "I really can't believe you.". His gaze narrowed as he crossed his arms against his chest tapping his metallic fingers against the flesh of his arm. "This kind of behavior I'd expect from him but really. Lyza.". He felt like he was having to scold their kids. (:))) Lmao this is soft angst for some reason)

Lyza raised a brow at him, her clothes still bloody from the what she’d done. And honestly she couldn’t find it in herself to be bothered by much of anything other than the fact that Daedalus of all people was lecturing her on murder.  She shook her head and walked over to the kitchen sink to scrub her hands in the basin. “You know this conversation is really starting to piss me off.” Lyza snapped, “You and Devin can get away with murder, but as soon as someone pushes me to the point of spilling blood I get a lecture? Pot--- Kettle--- Black much, Dae?” 

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@noxlanding said:  😰 Break down and panic at my muse lashing out. [devin] and  ❤️ Wrap my muse in a tight hug so that they can’t hurt themselves or your muse. [Dae] (because why answer one, when I can combine them. <3)

There’s something about it that just makes her more angry. And she hates that. She hates that she’s snapped in the first place. She’s usually got better control of herself than this, and it’s driving her crazy. She knows that it has to do with the cesspool of anger that had been swirling around the loft since her return. Daedalus was better at shoving it down to the depths of himself for her. Devin on the other hand was full on hungry and angry and sometimes down right cruel. Of course it’d worn on her.  She was about to lash out further, when Daedalus pulls her into his arms and holds her tight with her hands at her side to keep her from hurting them. And damnit--- she hates that almost as much.  “Get the fuck off me!” She snaps, her arms curling up in an attempt to claw at his arms to get him off. Instead she drops them to her side, when her efforts fail. And she just breaks down. “Leave me alone. Just LEAVE ME ALONE!” She’s drowning in the feelings and she just wants them all to stop.

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@noxlanding said:  “Shield” [Dae]

There is a solid moment of silence where she tried to figure out exactly what was happening. A single moment where she didn’t quite comprehend the movement as it happened. One second she was in the line of fire and the next, she has a face full of red hair, and she’s staring over his shoulder at the gun still aimed at them. Fuck Fuck Fuck.  “What are you doing?” She asks, and she doesn’t like this. She hates this. She fucking despises it. He’s in danger. He’s in danger for her. No No No. Please. The gun fires. Panic splinters through her. 

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@noxlanding said:  ★ [a good dream for dae~!]

The world feels so damn soft to her, as she takes in the feeling of his arms wrapped around her. It’s the first time she’s felt this safe in a long time. Like the world was safe and fine and nothing was falling apart. She knew it had to be a dream. It had to be. But she could enjoy it for the time it lasted. 

Soft humming filled the air as the movie played on screen, and she ran her fingers through his hair. How many times had she seen this movie? A million, did she care? No. It was her favorite. Across the room, the dog laid in his dog bed. Devin was down dealing with some things in the cafe. But there was so much peace between them.  “You’re thinking about something.” Daedalus observes allowed, and she laughs in response.  “Just how nice this is.” She answers.  She shifts in her sleep and sighs as she snuggles herself closer to him. A peaceful smile on her features as she soaks up the warmth he offers her. She is safe. She is protected. 

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@noxlanding said:  [lonely] (for a loneliness based memory headcanon)

Elizabeth is friendly with the concept of loneliness. She only had a few friends, but she didn’t meet them until she went to the Academy. Her childhood was spent with people pushing her out because she could always tell how they were feeling. Any time she would make a friend, her nature to want to help would always push them out, because she’d reveal that she knew too much and eventually word spread and no one wanted anything to do with her. 

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@noxlanding said:  [sad] + relating to devin (for a sad headcanon relating to Devin)

Lyza remembers the first moment that she realized she loved him. It was not a happy moment for her. It was a moment where she looked at herself and had to remind herself that it’s okay to heal and that falling for someone else means she’s doing just that.  She didn’t tell him. Instead she slipped into a depressive state that she blamed on the continued messages from her ex-fiancee. 

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@noxlanding said:  "It scares me what I'm willing to do for you." [Devin]

She scoffs at that, because if it scares him what the hell does he think it does to her. She can’t make herself make eye contact with him, not while she’s thinking about the things he’s done for her. In her name. 

“I don’t want to be scared of you----” She says, shaking her head. “--- But you killed people, innocent people looking for me. That’s not--- That’s not healthy, Devin. That’s terrifying. I expect the blood from Daedalus. But not from you.”  She’s angry. She’s been angry from a long time. Because how else is she supposed to feel. She needs space. She wants this to work, because she loves him. But he’s done things that she can’t wrap her head around.  “I need some space, Devin. I’m angry, and honestly, you do scare me right now. I don’t feel safe with you right now. I’m sorry.” 

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@noxlanding said:“ why are you looking at me like that? ” [devin]

“Like whaaaat~?” She sing songs at him, hands at work kneading the bread dough on the counter. She needs to get that in the oven quick, but at the same time she’s having a great time taunting Devin. “Like you’re a big goof? Cause I hate to break it to you, love. You’re a giant dork, but I love you.”

On the counter beside her in a bowl of flour that she’s been using to assist her in her bread making process. She picks up a pinch of it between her fingers and acts like she’s going to use it on her work space only to turn around and throw it at him with a big grin.

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@noxlanding said:  “ i feel like i can’t breathe when you’re not here. ” [Devin]

She hadn’t really been a lot of anywhere recently. Her body was tired and she felt like she just didn’t have the energy to do much anymore. She’d elected to blame it on a side effect of her depression. She was just too tired to function. It’d made her kind of absentee to a lot of people. 

“I’m sorry---” She said that a lot recently. Two words that she was sure had lost their meaning by now she’d said them so much. “I’ll try not to be gone too long.”