HER KIND.

OF ALL MY DEAD IT'S YOU WHO COME TO ME UNFINISHED. private & highly selective multi for monstrous women from greek myth.

[forthecagedbird]

love scene no. 2

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so i have sasha luss icons and idk who to use them for

can u guys suggest someone pls ;-;

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… it only takes two facing mirrors to construct a labyrinth.

Jorge Luis Borges, “Nightmares” from Seven Nights (via heteroglossia)

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mcbiisms:

     shock registers on her face, although on ren’s normally stoic visage, it shows only in the widening of her eyes & the movement of her jaw as it slacks in curiosity. charybdis? if it wasn’t her days on the sea as a captain, she’d have known the name from it’s proximity to her homeland of sicily. a feeling of nostalgia washes over her, but it’s gone in an instant & a smile actually works its way onto her face. “ charybdis? i did not expect you capable of a….. flesh-y form. once upon a time you downed several of my finest ships. “ albeit ren hadn’t been captaining them, but the loss was still a loss.

     needy & waiting? if anything, it would only make the beast more insatiable & unpredictable. perhaps something char would appreciate. still, she isn’t a school girl eager to sneak off for a quickie first chance they get. “ i think it’s you who is needy & wanting. so eager already? “ pause, again licking her lips in contemplation, “ fine – a walk, but don’t go getting your hopes up just yet. “

     she’s pleased, immensely so, to be recognized. most people don’t these days, and most haven’t had experiences with her before, when she spent every day as that beautiful toothed thing. “i’m capable of plenty of things, babe.” she laughs, then, head tossed back carelessly. “so you’re a captain! amazing. you’re more fun than i thought you’d be. next you’ll tell me you’re actually a top.” it’s a challenge more than anything: char knows damn well what she is. 

     “eager to please? of course.” she taps a finger against her mouth, opens it to press her nail gently against her teeth. “you know, if you’re good, maybe i’ll let you see me. the real me, i mean.” she’s never revealed herself like this, in a flirty way. it’s always been in self defense or to intimidate. alone, usually just to relax. “let me get the door for you.” 

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inoblivicn:

    ariadne beamed, reaching up to grab both of her sisters hands.  the compliment in itself is a pure and beautiful thing – for surely she could never hope to be as beautiful as a goddess.  the part that made her so happy was the realization that she could return the favour.    

   ❛     you flatter me, asterion.  perhaps, one day, the both of could live among goddesses.  after all — it is said that the gods of mount olympus can take any form, and that they, too, come in so many different shapes and sizes and have many faces.  there has to be a goddess just like you out there.  and one like me.     ❜

   maybe one day, a goddess would take pity on ariadne and her sister, and free them both from the bonds that held them.  maybe one day, her praying would work.

     “even if there aren’t. as long as i have you. i’m happy.” she knows she’s a burden on her sister, a dark dirty secret to be hidden & feared; that perhaps even being kind to her puts ariadne in danger. it’s an UNFORGIVABLE thing, to think that her existence alone could hurt the one person she truly loves, and that to try to protect her would only make it worse. 

     it’s a thought she has every day. that ariadne would be safer if asterion wasn’t here. but she’s a selfish person at heart, and can’t bear the thought of leaving her. (not once has she ever thought ariadne might be the one to leave.) 

     “i won’t live with them. not without you.” she shifts, drops a hand onto the grass just to feel the soil under her. “goddess like me is not like me. goddesses are like you. you are----” here her vocabulary fails her, and she makes a noise of frustration low in her throat. “you are. you are.” 

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mcbiisms:

     freedom couldn’t be explained. perhaps not even guaranteed once they left this place; after all a maze called home could be more cozy than a world of hateful men with small minds. which could be more confining? stone walls or social limitations? it’s something renora fought against, actively, & what asterion could have out there might be the closest thing to the true meaning of freedom outside the labyrinth. but to put that to words isn’t easy. after all, didn’t ren give up her freedom long ago? at least hers a choice, the minotaur had none.

     “ i fail to come up with any words to suffice the meaning, but if i may show you, perhaps it would be easier to understand. “ she steps closer, marveling at the beast towering above her & she smiles warmly, reaching out to run fingers over coarse hair along a meaty forearm. “ beautiful? “ she chuckles, “ perhaps on the outside, but even a fruit can look delicious until you find the rot in it’s core. i am renora. what do you call yourself? “

     “is freedom. a person. or a place.” if it can’t be explained, then what is it? -------- something like the moon woman? high and out of reach and more beautiful than almost anything? 

     she flinches when the woman comes closer to her (get back, get back i’ll HURT YOU you aren’t safe ----- ), makes a choked sound when she touches her. only ariadne ever does, and it didn’t feel like this. “fruit is good always,” she says, latching onto the one thing she understands. “food is good. better than hungry. even rotten.” 

    what do you call yourself? if she had a choice? HUMAN. 

     “my sister. calls me asterion. she says it is my name. is that what you mean.” 

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caediteos:

               The other’s odd words were met with a lifted brow and a sarcastic note. ❝  Unless I want it to be? Why ever would I want that? ❞

     she shrugs. “humans are weird. do i even have to explain that. it was a compliment.” last time she said it to someone, they misunderstood. “you look like a kinda woman who doesn’t mind getting angry, i guess.” 

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mcbiisms:

     the pursuit of knowledge is seconded by her bleeding desire to be fulfilled. to have any semblance of thrill to kick-start her heart back to a beating rhythm. instead, all she has is an off-beat thump-ba-ba-thump of dull ache behind her ribs. a half life, seeking something. tall tale of an impenetrable labyrinth guarded by terrifying beast is enough to turn her ear. “      yet she does not expect what she finds; where tales spoke of something no less than nightmarish there is a creature there as living & breathing as she. cursed to a life in a maze. what answer could she give the minotaur? that’d she’d come for curiosity alone? “ i came to find you. “ not a lie, not exactly the truth, but it’s the closest thing to it.  “ i may not be confined to these walls, but you & i aren’t so different. beasts of a different strain. “ she tilts her head.

     “ do you wish to be free from here? “

     “to find me.” it’s a question, however flat her voice sounds. (who would seek her out purposely? is THAT the reason those intruders come every year, so many of them, lined up like walls to smother her?) 

     she can sense some kind of power from this woman, just enough to convince her that maybe she tells the truth. there is that much, at least, to be found in the labyrinth. power. power and fear. some days she thinks those are the only things that live here. 

     “beasts. both of us. i do not believe it much. you are too beautiful.” her head tilts then & she steps out of the shadows to read her expression better. “free.” 

     “can you explain free. please.” 

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     over the years it’s become easier for her to predict when the intruders will come, when they’ll pierce through the walls she had always thought as impenetrable and find their way into her home, into the very heart of her labyrinth, without care for its resident. 

     so to hear one now is strange and more than a little terrifying. 

     she doesn’t speak, just watches from the shadows for long moments, trying to judge what this person’s intent is. she’s alone, asterion knows that much, but WHY? they never come alone. they bring others. and there are always more. 

     “this is. my home. you are not with the others. why. why.” 

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mcbiisms: 

     that’s it – ren has to walk away or she’ll risk making a scene. confidence was admirable, but sheer cockiness was ? refreshing, but foreign to ren’s appetite, so to speak. most women cowed beneath her, or lusted from afar. wasn’t often one had the gall to be so… explicit with her. it’s a fine line between wanting to punch charybdis in the face, & wanting to sit on it. oh, gods, she pinches the bridge of her nose & closes her eyes. 

     with a final flash of her half-cocked smile, ren winks. “ can’t promise such a thing if i don’t know if you can follow through with your prowess. big talk coming from such a frail looking thing. “ but she’ll be there, if anything to get her to submit – how ren loved to break in the feisty ones.

     she pauses, a moment of genuine confusion making her smile freeze. it’s always STRANGE, to have people know her by this form first, this second false self that she wears as humans wear clothes: TO BE REMOVED. 

     “oh, i’m stronger than i look. WETTER, too. name’s charybdis, whirlpool extraordinaire. pleasure to meet you. hopefully it’ll be a pleasure for you too.” it’s too easy, now, to tease her, goad her into taking the bait. anything to keep talking to her. “so why don’t we take a walk down to the beach now? i don’t want you to be needy and waiting for me until seven. gosh, that’s HOURS from now.” 

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inoblivicn:

   ariadne collapsed against the soft grass beneath her, her white dress splayed across the ground.  her mother will ask her where the stains came from, and the princess would come up with a cleverly crafted lie.  anything for her sister.

    ❛     it is selene.     ❜    she said softly, staring up at the soft pale glow of the moon goddess’ domain.  it was a beautiful thing, and the changing of the moon was fascinating to all.    ❛     some say it is only a shadow, but i know its selene.  it changes shape as her strength grows and fades.  it is so small tonight because she is at her weakest.  when her strength comes back, it will be full again.      ❜

   ariadne rolled over onto her stomach to look asterion in the eye.    ❛     i bet she is beautiful.  silvery, and glowing, and more beautiful than anyone else imaginable.  i would do anything to meet the moon goddess.     ❜

     the moon as woman, then. just like she is. just like ariadne is. it’s a revelation, to think that there are more shapes than even these: animal, girl, and in between. now there are FOUR shapes, and asterion doesn’t know which one she’d like best. the moon woman must be lonely too, lonelier even than asterion if she has no sisters; and she wouldn’t know how to be a person if she got the chance to try. 

     “hope she’s happy. moon woman. hope she gets better soon.” she sits like a child, legs folded and hands clasped in her lap, hulking over ariadne even seated. she stares at the moon like she’ll hear her voice if she focuses enough. “lucky to have light even when she’s sad.” 

     she looks down at her when she rolls, blinking in slow surprise. “you see it too. she is. but.” she pauses, jaw aching already from speaking. “not as beautiful as you. you are. brighter. you are brighter. you have a mirror, you have met a goddess.”

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mcbiisms:

     it isn’t often – scratch that, it’s very rare for the hellhound to be caught off guard, much less to be rendered momentarily speechless. for all of three seconds, she simply stares at the sea monster with a blank expression. then, slowly, one brow raises & she adjusts her weight to the other foot. 

     but whatever she’s going to say in response is instead replaced with a subtle shake of her head & a smirk that could destroy legions of armies. ( perhaps once upon a time, it had ) her composure is not lost, despite her sudden desire to do exactly as char had requested ( that is if the shabby looking wall could handle it without collapsing ), “ i’m not the bottoming type,  tesora. “ she licks her lips, “ but perhaps i can be persuaded. “ it’s a low chance of success, but ren isn’t impossible.

     she’s gotta admit, she’s pleased with herself for stunning her, even if it was only for three seconds. she keeps her gaze locked on hers, mouth quirked teasingly. 

     but, ugh, that SMIRK ----------- she really, really wants to taste it, wants to hear her own name come from it. (now she’s determined to get those things, even if she’s gotta work for it.) 

     “well, alright. sit on my face then. doesn’t matter to me how we’re positioned.” her eyes follow that swipe of tongue across her lips & suddenly her throat feels dry. “just as long as you promise you’ll come. all night, yeah?” 

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Minotaur heads for a commission. 

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     “sister. the moon. it is different from last time. why.” outside the labyrinth --------- outside the labyrinth -------- with her sister, and all she can focus on is the moon. last time it was the grass. the time before that, the smells.

     “has it been replaced.” 

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inoblivicn:

     ❛     mmm, baby, think about it.     ❜    scylla raised a hand to stroke back one of char’s unruly curls, a smirk beginning to form on her mouth.    ❛     if you let me stay with you tonight, i could make you come four times over, at least.  i could make you feel so good.  what say you?     ❜

     she really wants to tease scylla some more, but goddamn. goddamn. she grins, leans up on tiptoe to almost press her mouth against scylla’s. “fine, you know what. forgiven. but i’m gonna make you come five times as punishment.” 

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mcbiisms:

     renora will still her tongue for now, biting back whatever scathing, sarcastic remark she had in mind. a bold woman would always have a better chance at gaining renora’s attention, but tact was just as important. a finger reaches out & comes to rest against’s charybdis’ lips, hushing her. “ after watching how i handled the man from earlier, do you really wish to try my patience? “ 

     still, she can’t help from letting that same finger trace the curve of char’s lower lip before dropping away. with a smirk, she steps closer & meet’s the other woman’s gaze with an intense one of her own. “ name the place, perhaps i’ll meet you there at – seven. “ nevermind answering  the first question.

     she grins against her finger, doing her best not to just suck it into her mouth. “i mean, fuck -------- yeah? obviously? shove me against a wall too.” too gay? maybe. does she care? not at all. 

     this woman has an incredible presence, somehow too hot and cold at the same time --- it makes char feel like steam, like all her water is boiling. “oh yeah? anywhere? how about the beach? we could watch the sunset, or something cheesy. or you could watch me go down on you.” 

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inoblivicn:

     ❛     you can’t keep me and that bed apart.  besides — you’re going to miss me too much.  you can’t exactly sit on my face from another room, now can you?     ❜

     “if you’re trying to suck up ------- it’s working. keep going.”