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❦ for our muses to be forced to share a bed (@bitter-forces Platinum / Muelsyse )

"If that's everything, I'll be taking my leave." There's a tinge of fatigue showing through her mask. Right now, Platinum simply wants nothing but to go back to the hotel prepared for her, indulge in some room service, and get as much rest as possible before having to deal with this woman again. With a polite bow, she tries to escape. "Have a good night, Director."

A Pythia like smile dances across those painted lips as the director showers her attention onto Platinum. The party (and after party) may be over, but she's yet to tire of her escort's presence. No, it's doubtful Muelsyse will anytime soon - at least, not until another 'toy' comes her way, and this little Kuranta gets shelved.

It's not until Platinum reaches the door when the director chooses to make her move.

There's a soft, barely audible gasp. A gloved hand, held close towards her mouth.

"Oh?" Her eyes flutter in a purposefully grating manner as she feigns surprise. "They haven't told you."

Of course they hadn't.

The one who arranged this entire trip was herself. Nothing goes on that she isn't aware. Meaning, nothing goes on that she doesn't let known either.

Such as the vacancy at this very hotel they're staying at this very moment.

"There isn't another room left to stay, and you're more than welcomed to stay in my suite. Fufufu. I expect it."

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it’s easy to determine how your relationship with muelsyse is by the presents she gifts you as long as you pay attention. in general, they’re very high scale and friendly, with plenty of ribbons and flowers or whatever else that sparkles that give it a bombastic appearance.

however, it’s not uncommon for other columbian schemers to notice when they’re in particularly foul waters with her when it comes to certain presents. for example, the particular wine bottle is the very same bottle (or brand) they were seen drinking with the person they cheated on their spouse with or the monogrammed cloth belongs to the hotel they had shared. there’s been a joke of a once rising columbian receiving a gift basket from mueleyse in front of their spouse of used clothing - particularly the dirty undergarments of the person they’d spent at the brothel with - and a note.

she generally takes in consideration the quality and timing of a present when she gives them. seeing as she’s acutely aware of the lack of power she has in comparison to the other rhine directors, this is one of the many ways she stays ‘ahead.’

in other words, genuinely nice presents with no hidden meaning or motive are practically nonexistent for a woman like her.

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Hey! Put on a Happy Face! Then everything's okay! Put on a Happy Face...

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Muelsyse has appeared! What to do?

Worship

Admire

Ask to move out

Make them mine

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 ENEMIES TO LOVERS,  LOVERS TO ENEMIES AND EVERYTHING IN BETWEEN

“  you really expect me to believe a word you’re saying.  now?  after everything you’ve done.  ” 

“ do you really think i’m humble enough to ask for your help if i wasn’t truly fucking desperate?  ”

“  you’re either really desperate to be coming to me,  or you think i’m a lot stupider than i am.  ”

“  face it,  i know you better than anyone else.  ”  

“   somehow,  out of everyone.  even my own damn friends,  you know me more.  ” 

“  i’ve seen parts of you no one else will ever understand.  i see who you are.  what you are.  and i think you should stop making yourself smaller to make the world comfortable. ”  

“  we’re nothing alike.  i’ll never be like you.  ”

“  why are you asking me for help?  ”

“  you’re the only person who isn’t going to treat me with kid gloves right now.  ”

“  you’re the only person who i know will let me do what i need to do without trying to talk me out of it.  ”  

“  i don’t understand what happened to us…why didn’t you trust me?  ”

“  i’ve been in your shadow long enough.  this isn’t about you.  it’s about me,  for once.  ”

“  i’m not a project for you to finish.  i’m not here to be part of your little savior complex.  so stop trying to save me.  ”

“  why didn’t you kill me?  when you had the chance?  ”

“  if you were going to kill me,  you would have done it already.  so,  what do you want from me?  ” 

“  i think this is the first we’ve had a full conversation that didn’t involve you insulting me.  ”

“  you’ve never held back from telling me the truth before.  that’s what i’m counting on now.  ”

“  i don’t hate you.  i pity you.  ”

“  i don’t hate you.  i admire you.  i always have.  ”

“  i’d rather you hate me than be apathetic.  hate means you still care.  ”

“  please—  just let me help you.  ” 

“  i don’t think you’re a monster.  not really.  i just think that’s what you tell yourself to feel strong.  ”

 “  i know you don’t believe me,  but i’m trying to help.  and i could actually do what i need to if you’d stop questioning me.  ”

“  i’ve always been able to tell when you’re lying.  ”

“  well actually,  i came here to fight.  but it looks like you’ve had a shit enough day it kinda feels like i’d be kicking a puppy.  ”

“  no—  please don’t cry.  i’m…not good with the crying.  ”

“  if we’re about to talk about feelings i’m out.  ”  

“  we could have had a future,  you know.  i wanted to do this with you.  but you ruined it.  ” 

“  why are you really here?  ”

“  i remember giving you this scar.  you were so goddamn stubborn.  ”

“  i love you.  but that doesn’t change anything.  ”

“  i don’t think you’re evil.  i think you’re just lost.  and alone.  and you don’t know anything else.  ”

“  it’s too late for me.  ”

“  it’s not to late.  i don’t believe that.  ”

“  i’m just here to make sure you don’t get yourself killed.  ”

“  i’m just not ready to tell the others about us.  they won’t understand.  ”

“  you’re the only one who has ever really understood me.  ”

PROMPTS:

♡ for one muse to kiss the other with a knife to their throat

☁ for a fight to turn into a kiss and/or sex 

❧ for our muses to be forced to take shelter together 

❦ for our muses to be forced to share a bed 

♥ for one muse to unexpectedly save the other’s life 

☂ for one muse to spare the other’s life 

✘ for one muse to get hurt protecting the other 

✔ for one muse to catch the other in a vulnerable moment and have sympathy 

☼ for one muse to see the other hurt and get angry 

ϟ for one muse to take revenge on someone for hurting the other 

✐ for one muse to do something hard/morally grey so the other doesn’t have to

☾ for one muse to open up about their motivations to the other 

✄ our muses having angry sex 

¶ our muses having desperate, passionate sex 

❀ for one muse to confess their feelings to the other 

► for one muse to injure the other and immediately regret it 

▼ for one muse to heal the other after being the one to injure them 

◄ for one muse treat the others injury caused by a third party 

 💀 for one muse to hold the other while they die 

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" take a break, " kal'tsit sets aside the file of sussurro's next patient, glancing at her calendar. " we typically get caught up in the atmosphere here– it's easy to forget things outside of it. " she turns back at them. " it's your birthday, and amiya wants to show you a surprise she and a few others made for you. you're excused for the rest of the day. "

" shouldn't i be reminding you of that, dr. kal'tsit? "

the vulpo watches as their file moves away, a bit puzzled as to why their medical director's suddenly taking interest. it's an open secret that very rarely does anyone in their department willingly takes breaks, more as their rank grows, it seems. while sussurro knows how to take advantage of one, it doesn't mean they do so as often as they claim.

then, it hits them.

it's the fourth of september.

it's their birthday, and amiya and the others are wanting to celebrate it? the idea's both embarrassing as it is flattering, and the glance the other direction. a curled gloved hand rises to half cover the rising warmth against their features.

although they're better at controlling it than others, their tail flitters a little, curious, if not a bit excited to see what they have in store.

" ... then, i won't keep them waiting. thank you. "

they turn towards the door. it hisses open quietly as sussurro says one last thing before vanishing.

" i know it's unreasonable to ask you to take the day off too, but it'd be a nice present if i knew you took a nap today. "

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It’s a certain someone’s birthday, but they can be found in the middle of lecturing someone else about taking care of themselves.

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The scariest thing about the world is knowing it goes on when you’re not there.

Eric Kahn Gale, The Bully Book (via larmoyante)

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       I just want revenge                   And 𝙖 𝙡𝙞𝙩𝙩𝙡𝙚 𝙗𝙞𝙩 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚.

   Lower your 𝘥𝘦𝘧𝘦𝘯𝘴𝘦             Just a little bit 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦.

         I am confident                        With a little bit 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦.

      I’ll 🇭​🇮​🇹​ 🇾​🇴​🇺​ with some sense.                  Just a little bit 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦.

                         I just want revenge.

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bitter-forces​

“It’s not boring, it’s logical.” She argues with a huff, crossing her arms. “Habits such as smoking and drinking can be highly damaging and addicting. There’s no beneficial effect to those substances.”

“As a medic, a combat operator, and an infected. Keeping up a healthy lifestyle is incredibly important.”

“That’s. so. textbook! Haven’t you learned anything here?”

Muelsyse lets out a heavy sigh, throwing her hands up and shaking her head. Is Rhodes Island a recruitment agency for stubborn and no-fun women? It seems that were all they recruited (in her current experience, at the very least, Mayer aside).

“Keep yourself wound up like that and you’ll never be any better than a corpse with a bandaid.” She blinks, the covers her mouth like she’s caught a little secret. “Oh, but you’re no different than that now, are you?”

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“It should be a crime, to be so boring at such a young age.”

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Make a cocktail of your muse! 

something just mildly over the top.

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I let go. Lost in oblivion. Dark and silent and complete. I found freedom. Losing all hope was freedom.

Chuck Palahniuk (via quotemadness)

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You gain power by pretending to be weak. By contrast, you make people feel so strong. You save people by letting them save you.

Chuck Palahniuk (via quotemadness)

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@bitter-forces​ // ask

like a child on christmas morning, the rhine director beamed down at platinum.

oh, how delightful.

to see the ‘knight’ at her beck and call - more so to see the extent of the control that that organization allowed her to have so freely as another one of their clients all of it through a simple ‘trick’ of hers filled the already troubled liberi with a sense of glee she hasn’t had since, well, the last time she encountered those rhodes people.

with a drawn and exaggerated motion, she took to platinum’s pose, reaching to the girl, brushing the pads of her fingers against their cheek. a flash of something dangerous just barely touched her eyes, gone in a blink. ‘ i’ve never thought you’d actually disappoint me. ’ though, she didn’t sound at all surprised by the results.

( unknowns to platinum, the child faded into the mother’s arms. an odd watery residue was left behind before evaporating entirely. the mother’s panicked squeals only grow below. although, it’s far too far for either of them to hear. )

turning her back to platinum, muelsyse skipped away, hands behind her back. ‘ no biggie. we can always try again later, can’t we? ’ she giggled, sounding far more like how she looked - young, childish, innocent. her words were entirely unfitting for her tone and smile.

it was as though this were a simple game.

perhaps, among those of her station, it was.

muelsyse stopped and turned back towards the ‘knight,’ holding out a hand. the mask she wore slipped, just enough to catch the dangerous smile, promising nothing but a world of trouble.

‘ be my escort. you can keep be from being bored for one night, can’t you? ’