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//fucking dorks//

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// and i finally did, they are finished for now at least //

//some canon relationships are ready at least. Probably will finish the remaining ones during the day (I hope at least) //

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She can’t believe he is touching her again even after she clearly stated with words and body language that she didn’t like it. She knows he is doing it on purpose only to piss her off, and it’s working. She can be very short on patience sometimes, aka most of the time actually. 

I said HANDS OFF! 

She says and steps back after slapping his hand away again

You didn’t even have anything to say, right? You just wanted to take me away to annoy me, like you can’t do that without taking me out in a weird walk with you. What do you even want? Do you annoy all your prisoners like this??

That makes her feel really bad for the prisoners. Poor people, victims of this annoying brat. This has to be his way of torturing people at some point.

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You’re mean AND wierd:

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She gets out of the cell and when he puts his hands on her shirt to tug her away from Solace faster she immediately slaps his hands away.

Hey, hey! Hands off!

She complains, frowning and walking away from him. After some steps she stops and turns around to see him, with his arms crossed over her chest.

She can’t help to blush though, when he says “her Solace”. Well, that’s something she appreciates hearing, and it makes her chuckle with embarrassment, her right hand going to scratch her face. Aw, Solace is looking away, blushing too.

Well it’s not like she is my property or anything.

She says, the word ‘property’ only making her feel more nervous. It was her fault this time though. She tries to focus again, clearing her throat to go back to her previous mood, or trying at least.

Anyways, what do you want to talk about?

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{•♦•}

Hm?

That… was a complete reversal of mood.

He looks puzzled, but he enjoys this kind of emotional range in a person. Rather than answer her– he didn’t listen at all to her words, actually– he places a hand on her again.

He then squints to survey her reaction.

Dumb fool is going to get his hand swiped off, but if its for the sake of his entertainment, he doesn’t care. The world revolves around Loptyr as far as he knows, and that meant that the world revolved around him. He could touch whoever he wanted.

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She gets out of the cell and when he puts his hands on her shirt to tug her away from Solace faster she immediately slaps his hands away.

Hey, hey! Hands off! 

She complains, frowning and walking away from him. After some steps she stops and turns around to see him, with his arms crossed over her chest.

She can’t help to blush though, when he says “her Solace”. Well, that’s something she appreciates hearing, and it makes her chuckle with embarrassment, her right hand going to scratch her face. Aw, Solace is looking away, blushing too.

Well it’s not like she is my property or anything.

She says, the word ‘property’ only making her feel more nervous. It was her fault this time though. She tries to focus again, clearing her throat to go back to her previous mood, or trying at least.

Anyways, what do you want to talk about?

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Meanie!!!:

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She keeps frowning deeply, like the last thing she wanted to do was to wake up to this boy laughing at her. She was so comfortable! And Solace looks annoyed too, even when she doesn’t show it that much, because her personality is just like that. No matter, she will be impulsive for both of them. As always.

The request for a walk surprises her though, making her expression change for one of surprise for a moment.

God, you really need friends, Julius. What would I have to talk about with you anyways?

She asks and then sighs. Solace seems concerned and Victory notices that, but she smiles softly while looking at her.

It’s going to be alright, I’ll be back soon, I promise.

She says and turns around to look at Julius with a completely different expression, 101% done already.

Let’s get over this fast.

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{•♦•}

His lips thin in his smile, and he stares at her, unmoving for a second before giggling and taking the keys to her cell from his belt– does this boy really not understand how dangerous it could be to let a prisoner out without guards?!

Wow, you’re mean!

And he’s one to talk.

He lets her out, tugging on her shirt to make her go faster before he closes it between her and Solace. It’s a lot like how a little kid would go about catching a spider under a cup. Clumsy, but rapid.

I have a lot of questions, so the faster you answer, the faster you can come back to your Solace.

A tiny pang of envy goes through his chest, but he’s not paying much attention to it with his fascination over his new plaything. However uncomfortable it was.

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She keeps frowning deeply, like the last thing she wanted to do was to wake up to this boy laughing at her. She was so comfortable! And Solace looks annoyed too, even when she doesn’t show it that much, because her personality is just like that. No matter, she will be impulsive for both of them. As always.

The request for a walk surprises her though, making her expression change for one of surprise for a moment.

God, you really need friends, Julius. What would I have to talk about with you anyways? 

She asks and then sighs. Solace seems concerned and Victory notices that, but she smiles softly while looking at her.

It’s going to be alright, I’ll be back soon, I promise. 

She says and turns around to look at Julius with a completely different expression, 101% done already.

Let’s get over this fast.

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He starts laughing enough that he can’t keep his lips against the trumpet. That, and he’d go lightheaded any second now.

This is my life, woman. Bothing you!

There’s a very stark difference in the way he was behaving yesterday. Sure, the boundless excitment seemed the same, but here was a much bubblier and… more stupid version of himself compared to the slow stalking, smooth talking version of himself Victory met last night.

At least his eyes didn’t look so strained. They were less sickening to look into when he leans in against the bars with her, his nose touching the tip of hers.

But I am pretty bored. Come walk with me.

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These are known as “Ghost Apples.” They are created when freezing rain coats rotting apples, and when the mushy rotten apple falls out, it leaves a shell of ice.

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Is Victory asleep? Excellent. He raises a trumpet to his lips and lets out the most unholy sound from the brass.

It's impressive how she can be almost happy even as a prisoner of some boy that was so close to kill her once, but she managed to fall asleep comfortable in Solace's arms, warm and safe, until a strong and, yes, unholy noise made her both wake up in a rather violent way.

Disgusted by the idea of coming back to reality she frowns, standing up and grabbing the bars of the cell tightly.

What do you think you're doing?! Are you now annoying me only because you're bored? Get yourself a life, psycho!

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The girl has such a sad story and she can’t say she is not surprised of being trusted with this personal information, but she is grateful, being able to understand Sara a little better is making easier to talk to her, even when more than ever, she knows she has to choose her words carefully. She doesn’t want to offend her or make her uncomfortable, of course. While the girl speaks, Victory can see the marks in her body, burns, and everything starts making sense. Such at young age and already having to go through such terrible experiences.

Their eyes meet when the girl speaks about her prayers being answered, and Victory feels moved. She knows the feeling of being frustrated towards God, of asking why she has to go through such kind of life, why she can’t live the way she would like even when it wouldn’t hurt anybody. She doesn’t know the answers, since she is nothing close to a god, but she also knows things can get better, even when her own situation is kind of... peromanently dire.

She smiles slightly, warmly. She doesn’t know if touching will make her uncomfortable, but she remembers Solace saying her hands calmed her when she was in pain, so she places one of her hands on the girl’s head, softly in case a negative reaction was in order.

I know any priest of any kind of faith would have better words than I would ever be able to offer, probably, but I can tell you something, and that is, that I know and I can understand what you felt. However, I’m also sure the gods, whichever you believe in, gave you a new chance with these people that kindly took you in that day. The situation with your father... it wasn’t good for you either, so staying there would have been extremely bad for you. I don’t look after justifying anything of what happened, but maybe now, and even when you have to keep such a big emotional burden on you still, you have been presented a new opportunity to choose what you wish to be, and where do you wish to live.

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Sara fiddled with the edges of one of her sleeves, deciding how much to reveal. It wasn’t often she discussed her past, but she felt like she could trust this girl, somehow. Taking a deep breath, Sara tucked some of hair behind her burnt ear.

“ After my mother died when I was little, my father became… reclusive, to say the least. And when he did come out of his room… ” she licked her lips, looking down at her hands before continuing. “ When he did come out of his room, he would beat me, if I somehow irritated him. It would be for the smallest things, too, like trying to to speak, or even just being out of my room. And I’d pray every day, to whoever would listen, that someone would save me. Or that my mother would somehow return. ”

She frowned, looking back up at the other. “ I suppose my prayers were answered, just… not the way I expected. Or wanted, really. It was only after I almost died, and the royal family just happened to be there when I ran out of my burning house. It’s… how I got this, ” Sara tapped the scar that covered almost half of her face. “ They took me in, but… I still can’t help but feel that the gods laughed at me that day. Why else would they ignore a child’s prayers for so long? ”

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She feels pleased with that reaction. Maybe that boy has them in jail, but she can still put him in check with words. Look at that face he is making right now. Solace just watches them, silent, wondering if this is a really serious situation or if they are just playing some sort of game right there. It certainly looked more like the second option for her.

Victory smirks, tilting her head slightly. She shouldnt be so sassy taking in mind they are in prison and could be killed in any moment, but having the kid back to “normal” and being as childish as he seems, it was hard to help herself. 

Besides, it’s payback for making her eat fucking human meat, that, she has to go through some  therapy sessions with Solace to get over that stuff, or at least to not have nightmares about it.

Well what can you tell me? You looked ready to kill us back there, but then you just decided to put us in jail. What does that mean, Prince Julius?

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Bitch Fight:

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She looks at him, knowing that they are not precisely equals anymore. Too bad for him because not even she does very well what is wrong with her, or what kind of power she has or where did it come from. She smirks though, her sassy behavior still somehow intact.

Don’t feel so special, you weren’t the one waking it up, it woke up long time ago.

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{•♦•}

Well–!

She struck a nerve. And now his little jail cell “interrogation” had seemed to flip on it’s head, or at least drag himself down to his prisoner’s level.

You’re one to talk behind bars! If that power was really of any use, you’d be out of there, strangling me right now!

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One Day at a Time, The Funeral (S03E01)

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“This is stupid. Of course no god will listen to me,” the teenager sighed.

Gods and Deities Sentence Starters | Accepting

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There is a conflict in Victory’s mind, that is triggered by anything related to gods in general at this point, so she has to meditate what to answer. From where she comes and according to what she has been taught all her life, God listens to everybody no matter who they are or what have they done because He always forgives His children, but at the same time, if you’re a sinner that doesn’t repent, he might punish you. No, not like He might, He will. From her own faith, that has been built after all she had to go through and after meeting Solace, she would like to say a different thing. Aside of all that though, what does she know about this girl’s faith? Nothing. Wouldn’t be rude to just assume their faith is the same? She knows in The Order they do that, but she has found in her heart more mercy than that.

Why would you say that? If you don’t feel uncomfortable talking about that, of course.

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