#answers ( mahia )

[rubiesintherough]

“She can’t die. You cannot let her die.“ / joel to muse of choice (maybe about ellie but whatever works) -

@fightfcrged

" She will not. " A firm assurance, given in the midst of chaos. Blade sawed at fabric, slashing through it to reveal the gory mess that lay beneath, shredded skin, and blood pooling, spreading, dripping down across the healer's fingers. The smell of the carnage threatened to churn her stomach. Mahia swallowed it all back and peeled the remnants of shirt hem away from the wound.

Shot. The bullet still lodged deep into the wound. She would need to draw it out... far easier said than done, it lay deep in the girl's gut. Flask drawn from her hip. Water trickled into the wound, filling it and flushing the blood away. And, most importantly, enveloping the bullet. Palms pressed over the opening. And she could feel it, the movement of the water as she focused, metal rising back through the path it'd carved... and the fatigue that wormed it's way from bloodied fingertips, seeping upwards, as skin began to repair beneath her hand.

Bullet fell with water dribbling in a crimson mess, clattered onto concrete. All attention toward sealing the mess, now... Was it closing properly? Too dark to see, even squinting... the shadows of dusk were falling quick. " Light... " A flicker of her eyes toward Joel. " I need more light, right here, toward the injury, please. "

[wyldefcrged]

@rubiesintherough / mahia sent a meme.

“You were really hurt. Really hurt…”

There had only been cold and darkness -- it had seemed to stretch on for eternity, without beginning and without end. There had not even been a sense of self, or awareness of a form, or lack thereof. There had simply been.

That darkness clung to her thoughts that stirred, and jerked, a chaotic whirlpool of emotions and sensations that were agonizing in their acuity. Heat -- or was it pain? -- burned white hot, pin pricks seizing along her jaw, and throat where bruises and blood had caked her skin, the gouges across her ribcage and stomach from the creature that had terrorizing the village miles below. Sweat and blood and mud streaked her skin, stained her clothes, and the sting of fear and anger loitered sour on her tongue as she fought the muddied black and electric colored spots that blurred her vision as she pried her eyes open to try and find the source of the words.

There had been words, hadn't there?

Bloodied fingers scratched across the surface of the cavern floor, a reflexive scramble for the blade that was so familiar a touch, but she would not find it, yet -- it was still embedded, piercing through the underside of the jaw and throat of the creature that had struck a nearly fatal blow in its' last moments.

Her gaze glinted, her eyes still unfocused, a faint scarlet light flickering in them for a brief moment as she tried to assess her injuries, tried to gauge just how much blood she had lost ... before she collapsed back, having barely managed to raise her head or hand a few inches from the ground. "The -- the beast ---"

[outlawfcrged]

@rubiesintherough / mahia sent a meme.

"We have got to keep quiet..."

"Sure, quiet." A rattled, rough whisper, a grimace given as she pressed herself further back and compressed herself into an even smaller ball than she already was. One hand was stretched out, pressing the scraggly feathered figure further back behind her, the other arm braced on her thigh and the knee bent up towards her chest, blaster humming restlessly in her hold as she strained to try and hear which direction pursuit was coming from -- if it was, in fact, still coming. "These guys don't quit, huh."

[halofcrged]

@rubiesintherough mahia sent a meme.

[ DISCOVER ]  for sender to see receiver’s scars for the first time

Even you can't kill what's already dead. He'd had to remind himself of that fact repeatedly in the course of the last day or two as he'd done what he could to help nurse the young woman back to a state the might resemble normal. Healthy. Not stick and bones. The jumpiness, the trembling, that he couldn't fix, couldn't help, couldn't soothe, that would take time, and treatment, and counseling. Things that he couldn't give her -- but he'd still found himself reluctant to turn his Condor back towards the heart of UNSC territory. He'd considered contacting Miranda Keyes to see if she could set up some kind of safe place for the woman - he was more inclined to believe that Miranda would keep her safe than Halsey would have, but he'd held off. With Ackerson and Parangosky inserting themselves more and more into the Spartans' business, what small sense of control that John had about his fate and his fellow Spartan's fate grew slimmer with each passing day.

He wasn't particularly inclined to hand over someone as fragile as his passenger over to them. So, he lurked, skating the fine line between running over mission time and awol. Cortana had been playing hopscotch with their signal to keep ONI off their back and he'd done his best to keep himself busy by putting in additional time into his training in the hi grav gym, needing a way to expel the pent up energy and frustration, and he was heading towards the restroom to grab a shower, stripping off the damp shirt to chuck into the wash when he heard her, the distinct whisper of the rub of feathers against feathers that accompanied her light steps. "Do you need something? -- Did I wake you?"

[factiousfcrged]

@rubiesintherough / mahia sent a meme.

( clean ) : sender washes blood of off receiver

"You don't have to do that." It wasn't that he was ashamed of the blood. His blood. Their blood. It was hard to figure whose was whose after a certain point. But whoever's blood it was, it shouldn't be on her hands, in any sense of the words. She didn't approve. He knew that. But it wasn't the first time. And it wouldn't be the last time. If they wanted her, they'd get her over his dead body and a mountain of theirs.

[survivorfcrged]

@rubiesintherough / Mahia sent a meme.

Breaths came in sporadic and shallow bursts as Cal fought to maintain some semblance of control over his thoughts, over his body, over his emotions — all of them, a losing battle.

Over and over again in the Temple, for long months before young padawans had been granted even a training blade that was nothing more than a glorified stick, the dangers of the lightsaber’s blade had been drilled into their heads — shown, just how easily the energy blade could strike through even the thickest and hardest of materials with barely a hesitation — reminded, again and again, how quickly a moment of distraction or recklessness could result in the loss of a digit, or a limb, at best, and lives, at worst —

Months of training blades, then even more with the laser swords that were of similar weight and build of a saber, but tuned to wound pride more than flesh before they had been finally deemed capable, responsible enough to travel to Ilum to find the singular kyber crystal that would form the weapon synonymous with the Jedi. Years of training, after, though … not as many as there should have been, his training cut short with that single command that upset the balance of the galaxy more than any other words buttered in the thousands of years that the Jedi Order had served as protectors of the needy, and defenders of justice.

Execute Order 66.

Pain and anger clouded his mind, and he struggled to wrestle his thoughts to the here, and now.

His fight with the fallen Jedi from the High Republic era had left him hollow, sickened with the loss of hope, hope for an ally, a brother. That hollow had been filled with rage, rage at Dagan for choosing to turn his back on his people, on the ways of the Jedi, for choosing personal glory and greed instead of seeing that this had been an opportunity, to reforge the Jedi anew, to give the galaxy HOPE. The ragged edges of Cal’s rage colored the outskirts of his sight red even as the remnants of the force fueled fear lingered sour in his throat, the tormenting nightmares that Dagan had inflicted on him still haunting him, still turning his skin cold and clammy.

And then there was the pain. Fire. Searing, agonizing pain where his own lightsaber had been pressed, slammed back by the force of Dagan’s attacks, sluicing through leather and fabric and skin and sinew alike, shoulder to shoulder, the channeled wound across his chest an angry indent filled with blistered flesh and throbbing frenzy. It had taken all the strength he had left to stagger his way back to the saloon, to the safety of his companions, and the fretful gaze of his winged ally — and healer.

He had, to his credit, (or to her chagrin, he wasn’t sure which - or maybe it was both?) attempted to assure her that it was not as bad as it looked.

“That is not just a scratch...”

Guilt cinched through his gut at the emotions that bled from her as she saw the extent of the wound, and he gritted his teeth together behind pinched lips. “Trust me - it could’ve been a lot worse,” he admitted, his voice raw and rough, the words half grunted as he collapsed into the bunk in his temporary quarters beneath the saloon. “I’ll be — it’ll be fine, honest. I just … I need. A minute.”

[chaosfindsaway]

@rubiesintherough said “Tell me where it hurts.” ( mahia / anyone you're feeling! )

Everywhere. Absolutely everywhere. Loch clutched his left side, a grimace clinging to his entire expression. The dinosaur that had attacked him was small, but mighty. Baby raptor maybe; it had fled way too fast for him to get a good look at it and Loch wasn't going to stick around to see if it came alone.

Sweat drenched his face - some from the immense pain radiating through his body and some from the extensive heat. Damn, he wished a storm would roll through. At least then they'd be a little cooler. Once he caught his breath, he finally managed to answer Mahia. "Uh, mostly my side," he said, hissing through his teeth as he removed his hands from the area to give her a look. "And my ego hurts a little too. Didn't manage to find any food out there like I said I would."

[diistriict]

@rubiesintherough asked ❝ do you mind if i ask about it? ❞ ( mahia / anyone you're feeling )

❝ i don't mind. ❞ he answered after a short moment of hesitance. ❝ ----- when i was younger, my cousin and i were at the beach and in the water. everything was fine until a wave hit us. it knocked me down and i couldn't get my footing. ❞ he explained. ❝ one moment i'm under the water, the next i'm on the sand with people surrounding me, panicking. apparently, i drowned and i was brought back. ever since then, i've been too terrified of going into deep water. ❞

[strawberista]

⚅— @rubiesintherough asked: —⚅ ⚅— "I may not have all the answers, but I am here to listen." ( mahia ) —⚅

Offering Comfort

— ★ ⚄ ★ —

"That's very sweet'a you, sparrow," Hanekoma whispered. "I know I have a lot to hide, but I don't distrust ya, I promise. Most'a my secrets are for your safety more than mine."

It was a difficult thing to deal with, in all honesty. He wanted to be more present, more active, share more with Mahia. He understood that being able to help others did the same for her that it did for him, and he was helping her when he leaned on her. But some things he just couldn't share, and when things were getting particularly tense in the Higher Plane, there was little he could do to lean on her. But she knew him by now. He could scarce hide it from her anymore. She read him like a book, more often than not.

He reached out, though, and he carefully laced his fingers with hers, closed his palm around her hand. He still had communication, even if his tongue was tied. He would find a way to speak with her, through emotions, through touch. He wouldn't be silenced.

"Work is getting complicated," he said, just barely touching the edges of the issue. "Gotta lotta big cheese types crawling down my back. I'm not doing enough, or... Something like that. It's not my work ethic as much as it is my methodology. They don't like my process. They don't like what I'm doing here."

"Here" was not specified. Be it a place or a relationship or what, he kept everything behind a curtain, but he was trying to lean on her. He tried to trust her in whatever ways he could.

[jasonmartian]

On the lam after one of them kills a guy, brothers Jim and Chris are shipwrecked on an island and rescued by a mysterious village of gals galore! Chris falls in love with young Mahia, but island house mother Pua wants Chris and Jim gone ASAP. They try to escape - but they’re no match for Shark Reef! Is this Roger Corman nugget a hula dancing film with sharks, or a shark movie with hula? Scientists may never know the answer. Join Bridget and MJ for @rifftrax She Gods of Shark Reef! https://www.rifftrax.com/she-gods-of-shark-reef

[rubiesintherough]

“Tell me where it hurts.” — for Mahia!

@mtkayinas

Had she been so obvious? Mahia thought she'd hidden the signs of it well enough. But, it would seem, sharp breaths and slightly stilted movements had betrayed her. " My wing... " she was hesitant to admit it, " It caught and pulled on something during my last landing. I think I only need to rest it for a while... "

[wyldefcrged]

send me   ‘ 😏 ’   and my muse will honestly answer the following q’s:  ( mahia )

send me ‘ 😏 ’ and my muse will honestly answer the following q’s:

How physically attracted they are to your muse: entirely. and it's not even necessarily just primal or sexual she's just -- i don't want to exactly call it worship but there is definitely an undercurrent of reverence for mahia that just permeates everything - the way wynter sees her, the way she treats her. she finds her enticing in every way. How romantically attracted they are to your muse: there's definitely that initial shock and awe tied into her religious upbringing that will lead her to want to protect and help mahia from the get go, but just how mahia is and the fact she wants to help people even while being terrified, it's just -- she's definitely sure anything she feels is one sided until mahia makes some kind of clear and obvious statement / action otherwise. there's definitely some putting mahia on a pedastal. (if we're being honest) How often they would like to have sex with yours: any time that mahia wants. early morning hours with the dawn just creeping up to color the scene, late nights under the stars, any time that she can just touch and be touched would be enough but just yeah, however often mahia can tolerate being touched and being intimate she's here for it. Where they would most likely have sex with yours: under the stars? somewhere? rooftops? forest? penthouse with a balcony? she'd buy a castle in the wilds for mahia to be at home in and fly around to her heart's content if she wants, like ... wherever. sci fi world with portals and ships for other worlds? pick one she'll get you there. Whether they think yours would be “good” in bed: she doesn't know if mahia has any experience, or ... any good experiences in that particular area? with mahia's obvious traumatic history she doesn't really know what to expect. she'd be as patient and slow as needed, or just ... be happy tending to business on her own in this instance, if they ended up together and mahia wasn't comfortable being physical. What titles / nicknames my muse would like to call yours during sex: love, angel, darling. Up to 3 kinks they would like to explore with yours ( with consent of course ): body worship (we saw that one coming right?), light (very light) bondage with loose satin ribbons and things? and potentially delving into power play, bc she thinks it might help mahia if mahia's the one in control sometimes etc? What sort of sex they’d prefer to have with yours ( slow & sensual, quickie, etc. ): probably softer, slower things, more focused on overall pleasurable sensations and touches and orgasms than just -fucking- or anything rough or demanding -- and she'd definitely be fine with just letting mahia enjoy herself rather than expecting reciprocation. What type of relationship my muse would like to form with yours. ( typical couple, friends with benefits, etc. ): again, it comes back to that almost awe, there's something about mahia that just captivates wynter's attention - and emotions. some of it is related to her religious learning and her particular goddesses, there is an iconic imagery that ties in with the dark winged creatures that ties in to the holy trinity in her belief system that does bleed over in some degree which definitely does impact her initial perspective of mahia, and makes her instantly protective and softer with / around her than she is with most people but mahia's kind nature, even while being hunted and terrified, and her healing abilities, which are such a sharp contrast to wynter's own, just amaze her and she absolutely wants to demolish everyone that ever hurt mahia and anyone that ever might want to in the future is going to learn exactly what pain means.

[outlawfcrged]

@rubiesintherough / mahia sent a meme.

“You were lucky to get out of there.“

"What can I say, I'm a lucky kinda gal," she quipped, her tone a little too bright, as she tried to steady her breathing and heartbeat from the chaos and adrenaline of the whirlwind escape they'd taken through the asteroid field to escape the pissed off pirates who had been after the same crates of debris that she had. "Easy peasy, though, right?" A slightly shaky laugh, a somewhat tight flash of a smile given Mahia's way. "Didn't even need ND reminding me to watch out for mines every three seconds, or anything."

[halofcrged]

@rubiesintherough mahia sent a meme.

send me   ‘ imprisoned ‘   for your muse to find mine locked up in a cage or cell

Chasing pirates didn't typically fall under Spartan purview - there were much bigger fish to fry with the Covenant's constant push further and further into UNSC territories but John had felt compelled to take a special interest in this particular ship after they'd decided their best option was to open fire on his Prowler when all he'd been wanting to do was make his jump to slipstream and return to the fleet. His initial reaction had been to simply blast them out of the sky, but he'd held his hand, opting for a few carefully placed shots that Cortana had emitted to cripple it. If they'd been desperate enough to fire on a UNSC ship than just flee, or hide, it had made him think there might be a particular reason for it. Stolen UNSC goods, perhaps, had been his first thought, but what he had found instead left him somewhat baffled -- which wasn't a common occurrence.

The firefight had been relatively brief. Their weapons and piece meal armor had stood no chance against his MJOLNIR armor. He'd left a few of them alive and trussed up in case he needed to question any of them about what they were carrying or where they were heading before their chance encounter. He was beginning to regret that. Fortunately, it wouldn't be a difficult mistake to correct.

The figure that huddled in the corner of the cell was ... unique. He couldn't make out much of her features, only a slender, petite form that huddled beneath the dark, trembling wings as an attempt to shield her from harm. One swift tug against the bars of the cell crumpled the lock and swung the door open as he analyzed what information his suit could offer him on his heads up display of the figure. Sporadic, weak life signs. Seemingly human.

He hesitated only briefly before reaching up to detach his helmet from the rest of his armor, bending down to one knee at the entrance to the cage - it was the best that he could do to make himself seem less ominous. "Master Chief John 117, of the UNSC, ma'am, I'm here to help."

[factiousfcrged]

@rubiesintherough / mahia sent a meme.

❛ I cannot see the stars because they are dancing. ❜ ( mahia, but like... either sedated or so exhausted / fevery she's loopy tbh )

Somehow, that managed to bring a faint smile to his lips, despite the deep furrows between his brow that were threatening to become a permanent fixture there. Rough hands twisted a fresh cloth in the ice water bucket beside the crash couch where she lay, pulling the old one away from her forehead and gently placing the fresh one in its place. "You can't see the stars, darlin', cause you're on the ship," he reminded her, another clean cloth dipped into the cold water to brush along her jaw and neck, trying to do what he could to cool her down. He had already given her the antibiotics and pain meds that he had on board, after she'd spend the last two days trying to hide her injury from him. Now, it was infected. If he had to set down somewhere and go in search of meds, it would mean having to leave her alone on the ship, and that was the last thing he wanted to do.

[harbingercfdeath-a]

@rubiesintherough asked "i do not believe in good luck." ( mahia )

"What is good luck? i've never had good luck. i just worked my ass off and finely get a good result. Good luck is too easy for a world this hard." issac looks at Mahia and tilts his head to the right "You don't believe in good luck? i have a lot of years of life to come up with my dislike of it so why do you, one so young get the same dislike?" He gets up then, walking to the window, looking out with a sad smile on his face "You don't have to answer that question if you don't wish to, i'm just a nosey asshole."