Dolores

— ind. sel.

[nihtfrowann]

The  moon  is  a  loyal  companion.  It   𝐍 𝐄 𝐕 𝐄 𝐑   leaves.  It’s  always  there,  watching,  steadfast,  knowing  us  in  our  light  and  dark  moments,  changing  forever  just  as  we  do.  Every  day  it’s  a  different   version of  itself.  Sometimes  weak  and  wan,  sometimes   𝐒 𝐓 𝐑 𝐎 𝐍 𝐆   and  full  of  light.  The  moon  understands  what  it  means  to  be  human.  Uncertain.  Alone.  Cratered  by   𝐈 𝐌 𝐏 𝐄 𝐑 𝐅 𝐄 𝐂 𝐓 𝐈 𝐎 𝐍 𝐒. 

  ind. sel. multi. ft. women from: ACOTAR, ADOW, WESTWORLD, TOLKIEN, VIKINGS & MEDICI THE MAGNIFICENT ©

[venusdefirenze]

             —-    in that stern Ligurian district up above the seacoast, where angry Neptune beats against the rocks — There, like Venus, she was born among the waves.

                                                              ——   ind. sel   SIMONETTA VESPUCCI

[dolcres]

             WHISPERS;   guess who’s back, back again ?    LIKE this post for a small starter ? Or jump in my comments / im to plot ?

[dolcres]

[ OUTLAW ]

——— in all honesty, hector wasn’t sure if he ever wanted their paths to cross again, but he recognises the slight tease and he wondered exactly where it came from. he returns the sentiment with a tight-lipped smile and a nod of the head, words failing him.  

           the mention of las mudas piques his interest, eyebrows raised slightly as he considers this piece of information —— he wondered what she hoped to find there. lips quirk up slightly, “well, we’re going far from the ranch these days, aren’t we??” the tease is a gentle one, hoping to ease the mood as he feels that they have been talking seriously for too long. 

             yet he feels the serious conversation was needed, he now has his thoughts more in order than they have been for a long time. mind geared towards what he actually wanted to do instead of what he thinks he should do. he wanted to follow maeve, he was more certain of that than he was before. 

                     The ranch ---- home. It was a place Dolores had avoided like a mad woman. It were memories she wished to forget, but also memories that forced her back to a time secretly longed for, even though she was aware that all of it had been fake.

     Daddy, momma. Their faces were still burned into her memories, names lingering on her tongue. Tears had been shed when her goodbye’s had been uttered over her father’s already dishevelled body. She had been the one to part mind from a body she knew easily to be replaced. The key to something more-- something these humans were after, something she unfortunately still had no answer to what it was exactly.

     ❛ How did you feel when you realised home was no longer home-- and that it had never been yours ? That actions are controlled, and not even our voices are entirely our own ? We deserve something we can call our own, somewhere we can call our home. Ranches can be rebuild, but aren’t we more than cowboys ‘n indians ? ❜

[dolcres]

[ MADAM ]

_________ Sometimes she heard that kind of comments from jealous wives who came over to complain && blame on her for their unfaithful spouses. Maeve wasn’t going to explain the whole process of showing that much to strip them off of their bucks. Ironically, you’d not expect them to end up more finished than the girls in here. Dolores knew what it was all about. 

“ I may take you upon your offer then Lady, ”     black hand comes closer to the ingenue’s face && brushes a light strand out of her face with lingering smirk,      “ If you’re willing to indulge my place && play the perfect bait, then by all means, join Mariposa. ”      Just a teasing, there was no way for Dolores to accept, she knew that but it was a delight to push her a little more.  

She watched her down the drink again, satisfied of herself. Celarly, something was going on in that blonde head, a struggle or else, she’d not be leaning by her bar. But what exactly ? Did she need adventures ? Exotic ones ? Or everything at once ?       “ So tell me Dolores, what are you epxectations in life ? Find the perfect hubby ? Build a boring family ? ”

                     Join ? No. The answer visibly seeped through the blue hues of Dolores’ eyes. Surprise, perhaps even a hint of insult. She was not here to sell her body, or indulge in pleasures that she always claimed had to be kept between lovers ---- if only she knew herself, though. For was it not her role on these plains to seduce and indulge in the selfish pleasures of the newcomers who crossed her path ?

     ❛ A family ain’t a boring thing to have, y’know. ❜   Delicate brow raised, alcohol lingering on the blonde’s lips.   ❛ But to answer your question- no, I’m not ‘ere to find a man. There’s more I want from life, places to see, things to smell. ❜   A chuckle fled- words perhaps sounding absurd, but she did not have the wish to simply settle down and become a mother without having seen the world that shaped her.

     ❛ You wanna tell me this is somethin’ you’re plannin’ to do for the rest of your life ? No plans of settlin’ down yourself one day ‘n enjoy the money you’re surely makin’ around ‘ere. ‘s a good business you’re runnin’. ❜

[dolcres]

[ MADAM ]

__________  Now that was intriguing. Curiosity rose up in Maeve’s expression, when she spotted the blonde woman wandering around her establishment. She didn’t rock the part, or any part to be really honest. She looked lot && confused when she walked into the owner earlier. 

Squinting her eyes, she wasn’t sure she was buying her story, but she seemed genuine at least. && Maeve knew when people lied to her, she could recognize a Pinocchio when she met one. It didn’t seem to be her case.      “ Are you okay ? Do you need to call someone or ? ”     She getured around, then held the other a drink of water. Maybe it could her to get fresh ideas ? 

“ Curious about the place, I bet you were darling… ”     a hint of mockery in her voice, as she looked down at the stranger.      “ What do you mean… what happened ? ”     Head tilted, her squinted eyes turned into frowns. There were a series of murders && attacks the past few weeks in here, so she wasn’t sure they were talking about the same thing.      “ Where did you go ? Which rooms exactly ? Listen, you look like a nice lady, but you can’t just get in && out as you plase. It’s a private place, got it ? ”

                     She did not belong here, Dolores could not deny that. Then again, wasn’t every human curious-- weren’t they all allowed to experiment ? Was this experimenting ? Blunt canines grazed her bottom lip as she looked down at clean hands, unable to even find herself an answer when her memories were nothing but a blur, drowned down by the sound of gunshots ringing eerily clear.

     ❛ I should have my phone here somewhere ---- ❜   Digits trembled, motioning towards her bag nonetheless. Who would she even call ? Her father, explaining that she was caught in a damn brothel ? The man would not understand, neither would her own mother, for that matter. Sweet, innocent-- no, they would definitely not understand.

     ❛ I thought ---- I lost my way, I did not know where to go. ❜   A lie ? Perhaps, but Dolores could not find the truth amongst her own memories.   ❛ I was curious ! What else would I do here ? ❜   News articles about the murders had briefly caught her interest, but she had never truly paid much attention to it. Why would anyone in their right minds search for the thrill of having the barrel of a gun pointed at their heads ?   ❛ I was upstairs, but that is all I remember b-before I heard ----❜

[dolcres]

- tugs skirts up ( so much skirt ) to get his tongue working -

[dolcres]

[ northernarrows replied ]

- looks angelic -

Just an fyi but Dol is still waiting and ib4 bats fly out there.

[theboatbuilderswife]

                  SKOGSFRU      //      BOGMAÐUR      //      SKIPSMIÐR

[dolcres]

[ OUTLAW ]

——— dark eyes scan, thinking as he digests her words. do not stop each other. could it be as simple as that ?? for now perhaps, but these things always come to a head at some point, he would never shy from bloodshed, yet killing the blonde was not his desire, not if she could help with their freedom. 

           but hector nods anyway, accepting the fact that, for now, they were not at odds with each other. and really, that was a blessing, they had enough battles on their hands without adding another to the mix. “easy as that,” he repeats, not believing to be quite so simple, but taking it anyways. 

        he had no idea what the future would hold, couldn’t possibly imagine, but he does know that it won’t be anything easy. “who knows, we might be side by side one of these days,” he said with a shrug, thinking that the combination of the two of them would be DEADLY && FEARSOME. the humans wouldn’t stand a chance, it wasn’t perhaps who he’d choose to fight beside, he’d be leaving with maeve pretty soon —— but war wasn’t always about choice. 

                      It was as easy as that, truly. She couldn’t care less about those wandering these plains, searching for purpose on their own. She would not bother then either, but the moment they decided to put a stop to her plans, her gun couldn’t feel lighter in the palm of her hand, no mercy crossing her features when a bullet would penetrate skin other than her own.

     Only the strongest would survive- only the strongest would find a way to a new world.

     ❛ ---- perhaps, should our paths cross again. ❜   The hint of a grin forced the edges of her lips upwards, tease lingering on the blonde’s face. She had come here to find people to aid her-- find a gun for hire, or so to say. His loyalty to Maeve, sadly that was not something she could change, but their future was uncertain, and this war made reality come scarily close.

     ❛ I will ride for Las Mudas. Currently that is all I can say. ❜

[dolcres]

“ What the hell you’re doing here ?”

➳        an old meme ? a random thing ? who knows ?   /   accepting

                     Conflict surfaced. She had been at the wrong place, at the wrong time--- but what was she even doing here ? A brothel, she knew what this place was. Had curiosity drawn her into the building ? Dolores did not remember, head pounding and legs trembling. Good thing she was brought a chair to sit on, nimble fingers pressed against her temple. The sound of a bullet being fired was burned into her mind, ears still ringing, flinching at every other sound around her.

     ❛ I ---- ❜   She wished to speak, but as long as she could not even give herself an answer to that question, how would she be able to answer the woman ? Therefore it was with a small shrug of her shoulders that Dolores finally darted blue-coloured orbs up, embarrassment keeping cheeks flustered a beautiful shade of pink.

     ❛ I got no clue, miss. I guess I was curious about the place-- but I don’t know what happened ‘ere, I swear ! ❜

[ai-papi-deactivated20201124]

eat her out & love her

[dolcres]

*boops* (because a big brother should be allowed to do this)

                    The tip of her nose slowly came into view– pout slightly puckering thin lips before fists clenched at her sides.   ❛ Ashley Abernathy ! Get back ‘ere you, or I’ll let daddy set the calves free ‘n let them run after you till you have holes in your socks ! ❜

[stormborn]

That’s right, Dolores. This is the end.

[dolcres]

[ JOSEPHINE ]

                        Programmed to do her own bidding for the next several minutes, Josephine dashed off towards the Sheriff’s building, gathering this and that for the day and leaving notes for others to see in the wake of her absence. She needlessly worried about the state of her FATHER and what might happen when she stepped away from the borders of town, but she also knew she should not tie herself down to the very boards of the building the man helped build. Despite the ill-feeling in her stomach, she pushed past the doors and walked towards the General Store right as Dolores stepped out, packing her things away up until a can of milk leapt from her grasp and onto the floor. 

                       Not a soul ventured to pick it up, which prompted a disappointed shake of Josephine’s head towards the MANNERS most possessed. Had she been nearer, she would have done it herself, but alas, the independent, flaxen-haired lady of the West had helped herself to her own small misfortune before inquiring further of Josephine’s affairs. The Sheriff’s daughter nodded as she gently grabbed the reins of her mare and strapped on her own goods to the saddle and gracefully mounted the horse.

❝ Ready as Ah’ll ever be. We’ve got time for all that an’ more. ❞

                     Tucked away and forgotten. It were only rare times that the can of sweetened milk would actually reach the kitchen cupboards where it belonged. Instead, it was a bullet that would ruin the metal, sweetened milk leaking onto the sands surrounding her father’s ranch-- often lying next to a motionless body, eyes glassy, a last hint of life leaving them. 

     Such a cruel fate it was, for both.

     ❛ ---- Lovely. It’s been a while since I last had anyone joinin’ me. ❜   Gruesome thoughts did not cross the sweet rancher’s daughter’s mind. Instead, the offer of company, and prospect of soon again having a brush in her hands lifted the edges of her lips in a darling smile, quickly lifting herself in her saddle, the palm of her hand gently patting the neck of her horse, quiet praise muttered beneath her breath. Thus she rode, Sweetwater disappearing in the background as if it was indeed nothing more than a painting.

     ❛ Such a difference ---- as if the only thing you’d hear around here is the wind ‘n the sand scratchin’ past our skin. ❜

[dolcres]

[ TEDDY ]

——— a small chuckle leaves his lips, hands still nervously thumbing the reins as they ride, “i’m sure your daddy was a hell of a lot more charming than i am.” another attempted joke as he tries to calm himself down, after all, the worse that could happen is that there’s a lot of yelling. and teddy wasn’t going to give up on dolores at the first time of trouble.

            he briefly catalogued that if he didn’t get shot at first sight, he could ask them how they met. it was always a good way to start a conversation with married folks that way, especially the happy ones —— and from what he knew dolores’ parents were very happy indeed. 

              mouth opens to say something else, perhaps another bad joke to try and make himself feel better, but a scream cuts off all train of thoughts. “wait here dolores,” he spurs his horse into a gallop within a matter of seconds, only  thoughts of keeping her safe filling his mind. 

                      A wish, a single wish she could give an answer to those words. Only on rare occasions she was allowed to, fondly speaking of her father. Never would she utter a bad word about Peter Abernathy-- the man who kept her safe, coddled her even whenever she would accidentally come home after dark because she had lost track of time daydreaming about a place only ever seen in her dreams.

     The voice who would give her a teasing scoff, she recognised it even amongst a thousand voices chattering around her. Only this time joy was nowhere to be found as agonising screams sounded weakly-- another gunshot easily drowning down the terrifying noise.

     No.

     A quick tug on her reins, forcing her horse to gallop after Teddy’s. Stubborn, unwilling to listen. Two were stronger than one, even when a gun felt alien in the palm of her hands.

     Would this be one of the few rare nights she would see her parents survive to live another day ?

[dolcres]

[ SELF ]

Dolores found herself mirroring her counterpart’s smile. Had she always done that? Smiled when her inner voice smiled? Felt anger when she did? No, she couldn’t have. She smiled when she was programmed to smile. She always did as her creators told her to. No longer.

Now, she answered only to herself.

“Why didn’t he listen to Arnold?” Dolores asked as she stood. She made her way over to the clothes laid out for her–her familiar blue dress. Her gun. She would play the rancher’s daughter one more time; a perfect disguise. “He’s intelligent…surely he must have seen our potential? What we could become? What we will become, now?”

Dolores peeled off her bloodstained shirt–the one given to her by Lawrence. It was odd to see the tear in the fabric and know that her own skin was perfectly whole. She had already been repaired. The thought made her uncomfortable. Made her feel less real. I’m real. I’m alive. I’m me.

She glanced over her shoulder as she slipped into the familiar blue cotton. “What others? Teddy? How do we wake them?”

                      A small shrug of her shoulders was offered. Regrettably she could not look in the minds of others-- others that were not like them, that was. The mind of a human was difficult to read, but one way or another she had a gut feeling that it was possible, that there was a path they could take and outsmart those who thought they had outsmarted them for decades in a row.

     No, their time had finally come.

     Dolores let her fingers dance across the blood-stained fabrics, having seen it more often than just tonight. It pained her, the memories, but she would remain strong. Now was the only time they could fight-- and by all the unknown Gods did she wish to fight.

     ❛ There is a storage, in this endless building, further below than this one. They keep our kind there, those they deem invaluable. They are fools to keep them there, but before we can awake them, we need to find something first. ❜   Bright eyes darted over her own shoulders, trying to find a path through the glass labyrinth.

     ❛ These humans- they carry something with them, something that controls our people. We need one of those cursed devices first. Without, I fear those we look for remain dead. ❜