Somaya.

if this is humanity's L A S T W A R then I am the B A T T L E F I E L D

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angelicborn:

“You know, I actually mourned the loss of you.” Diana stated, her voice still quiet; her eyes never leaving the other’s. “You were so vague, I thought you ran away to die. Because why would the one I adored send me back into a cage without any kind of explanation? And even then, why would the one I devoted three years of my life towards not believe that I’d want to help with whatever quest you went on?” Diana’s father left before she was born. Her mother sent her away when she was seventeen. And now the one she loves left her a year ago. What else is she supposed to feel other than utter betrayal and anger?

The emphasis of certain words was like nails in her proverbial coffin. They hurt more than she’d planned but yet in still, emotion never wavered in her features. They were left purposely blank, a clean slate because she couldn’t currently afford the weakness. “As did I.” Admitted honestly, her tone taking just the slightest hit on that one, the idea of permanent separation, the idea of what it would mean if she had - it was a nightmare all it’s own. A finger reached up and traced the scar that ran the length of her own cheek, a demonstration of course. “Still could.” Admitted, while the threat seemed to lessen it was surely not dead. Not that easily. “It’s not that I didn’t believe that, it’s that there are plenty of things in this world I am willing to risk, including myself - but never you.”

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wrenpak:

She nods thoughtfully, turning Somaya’s words over and over in her mind. She wishes she could pull them from the air, hold them in the palm of her hand, run her fingertips over their soft curves and sharp edges. All she can do is hear them. “My mothers taught me that it’s impolite to ask a woman’s age.” The rather irrelevant words are only a hint of the curiosity swirling through her mind, until she settles on a solid question not moment later. “What are you?” She stands, one hand reaching to temporarily curl around Somaya’s palm, an absentminded motion to keep the woman nearby long enough to snake her arm around the crook of her elbow, so that they can be close, arm-in-arm, while they walk. “I thought that I would maybe practice guessing, but I don’t like to do that very much.” Guessing or practice, of course. She finds both activities to be boring at best, and extremely unsatisfying. Her patience can only last so long. “I don’t think that you’re a witch, but I’ve only met one. Unless I met others that kept it a secret. I don’t know if they’re all alike.”

The thought of manners and polite society even here might have amused her the most. It was a funny thing after all, to use all these pleasantries like they hadn’t reverted back to a certain travesty in time with the function of the cove. Her amusement shone in those eyes, a glint seemingly making them sparkle for a moment before head shook. It tossed Hair around her face, letting it stick to features. “Even if you had asked, I’m not quite sure I know.” She had inhabited this vessel for as long as she could remember, perhaps places there for some kind of sick safe keeping, but the years had blurred. They seemed to rob her of frame of time, but Somaya didn’t mind. What are you was a loaded question, most didn’t care much for the answer because even when provided one - it wasn’t the one that they’d warned. “There are quite a few different kinds of witches, yes.” Agreed with the sentiment, or affirmed it. “But I am not one of them. A seal.” She tapped her chest with a laugh. “There are many of us, but to put it simply, well. When, and if, I die..hell will open here on earth. The magic provides me with a certain set of powers to prevent that.” Shoulders shrugged, giving the best explanation she could muster for the time being.

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angelicborn:

Diana froze at the voice. The vastly familiar voice that used to bring her such comfort– security. She used to feel so loved in Somaya’s care. But now the only thing that her voice made Diana feel was hurt. Betrayal. Diana regarded the woman, her eyes ablaze though her expression and tone cool.

“You think you can win me back so easily?” Diana asked softly, a hand coming to rest on one of bars. “You think I’ve forgiven you for throwing me away after three years?” 

Somaya knew that look just as well as she had known every other part of the slave. It was not one that she was proud of, one that she’d enjoyed but the logical part of her had expected it. Actually, she expected more, far better equipped to deal with anger than hurt. Just looking at her was like the open door to their shared memories, face had to be purposely stripped of her emotions and instead the only thing that was there were scars. Her cheeks were painted with them, new additions since the last time they’d seen one another. “I said nothing of winning you back.” Corrected in a surprisingly even tone. The spark only came when there was implication that she had been thrown away. “Don’t do that, you know I didn’t throw you away. Not then, and certainly not now or I wouldn’t be here.”

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wrenpak:

Somaya has such an odd way of talking, she thinks. Like a promise. As if everything she says is fact. There was never much Wren didn’t know, before she came here. She saw so many things, after all, even the things she didn’t ask to see, and so she always felt secure in her truths. But she never saw herself. She’s not sure she knows herself very well, especially now that so much is missing. And she suspects there must be so many different kinds of sight, if Somaya could seen something she hasn’t yet. “Alright, then,” she says, her tone softer, nearly reluctant. “I like to see things. I’m excited. To see what I haven’t, maybe. I think you must be a very smart person.” A statement that she punctuates with a nod, satisfied by the conclusion. “Can we?” Her expression brightens in excitement, only to flicker slightly in thought not a moment later. “Though I don’t think I want to hurt you. I don’t usually want to hurt people who are nice to me, but I’ve done it before, accidentally.” Quite a few times, she thinks, though the most recent occurrence is just out of her grasp. It may have been very bad. The empty space feels particularly painful. “So I would like to try now, but only if you’re very sure I won’t hurt you.”

“I have seen a lot of things. Not in the same way you have, more old fashioned.” She had been present for some great moments in history, things that had shaped not only her but the people around her. Most of them were dead now, having lived out their own legacy but they would always have a place in her somehow. The excitement about the fight was cute in a way, evident in the smallest smile that was painting her features as she’d place feet on the floor finally. Standing slowly, lazily as stretch followed. “I should be fine, a little harder to hurt than most.” Predictive combat was a specialty that had be bestowed to her the minute she’d been contained in this vessel and years at war seemed to fuel it. Hand held out, motioning for her to stand as well. “Come then, I need to change first. “

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“What I wouldn’t give for something new to read,” Diana sighed. She missed the days of being claimed, when she had a bit more freedom to look at shops. Now she was bored and stuck in the cage, when she wasn’t with masters or mistresses. “Or something to do.” 

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Somaya had avoided this for just about as long as her will power would let her. It explained why she’d taken so long to wander down there, to even look at her was like opening a wound that never had properly closed. Sighing at the casual conversation, almost glad that the nephilim hadn’t looked up to realize who it was she was talking to yet. Book was turned sideways, Offered carefully through the bars. It used to be one of her favorites, a first edition that was worn from overuse. “Well, now you have something to read.” Spoken softer, a reserved tone that seemed to be hoping they could avoid the pain between them by keeping the conversation centered anywhere but there.

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wrenpak:

She can only blink, taken aback by the ease of the statement. Such things are never really guaranteed. She knows how people can hide the truth, even from themselves, and hardly for the first time, she wishes she had her sight to reassure her. All she has is Somaya’s hand on her thigh, and she watches it for a quiet moment. “I don’t think that I know how to be anything else. I have so many things to learn.” But that might be alright, she thinks. “You fight?” The thought has her perking, eyes glittering. “I think I’d like to show you, then. Some of the men were very tall, and their faces were so funny when they fell.” There were knives, too, but she’s not sure she’s meant to use those. Not again, not so soon. “Alright. Then maybe I’m spoiled.” A pause. “Guests would usually thank me, even if they didn’t like the things I saw. I always liked that. So, thank you for renting me.”

“It’s there.” She again spoke as if it was fact rather than fleeting opinion. Somaya had always had a manner of speech that seemed to be filled with a calm reassurance - she’d committed to the words before they ever left her mouth. “It’s there even if they never let you know, or you never saw it before, it’s always been there. All the things you are that are far more note worthy than useful and I intend to make sure you see them from now on.” Don’t rush. She had said it a million times over in her head but there was something there, something screaming want in the worst way. Hand moved, finally before placing it back in her own lap, fingertips drumming across the tops of her own thighs. “I was, built to fight - I guess you could say.” It was one explanation for the powers at least. “Would you like to try now?” Questioned with a quirk of brow accenting like it was proper punctuation. The gratitude for the rental was new, noted with a nod. “You’re welcome for renting you.”

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wrenpak:

The words hit her softly, slipping into some raw, empty space in her thoughts, and she fidgets, and leans back to press more firmly against the back of the seat. Very solid. Undeniably so. She likes that. And she’s sure that Somaya is wrong, but for once, she hesitates before saying anything. She’s always been useful. She’s always been used, and that’s given her a structure to cling to in her life. It’s a good thing, being useful. “When I wasn’t useful, I was alone. I like to be useful.” At least, she prefers it to being alone, but that’s all the same. She adjusts when Somaya does, straightening under the attention. “I can speak without speaking, I think. He couldn’t.” She waves a hand through the air, trying to think of the motions. There was more. Another method. But she only remembers the blinking, not the patterns. “They taught me to defend myself. I think that he thought it would distract me from my responsibilities. I think I might be very good at it.” This, she’s sure she remembers. It may have been one of her favored ways of passing time, despite Father’s disdain for it. And she’s quiet for a thoughtful moment, watching the sky. “Is it bad to be spoiled, then? I don’t think I know these things.”

“You will not be alone.” The words were spoken so easily, dripping with a sincerity that seemed to surprise even her. There was a look lingering on her features, almost as if the statement had been some kind of off brand promise. Leaning forward, she’d place a hand on the girls thigh. “But that does not mean you’re meant to be useful. You, are meant to be more than a description of a tool, or an aide.” Hand lingered, touch was longer, stronger. Reassurance in a unusual form. “But you should show me sometime, this defense. Perhaps you could learn a thing or two, or maybe I will.” Somaya rarely met a fight she’d lose, but there was power in the tiny package of dynamite in front of her, she could feel it even now. “Spoiled is not meant to be a good thing, I don’t suppose. But, you wear it well for what it’s worth.”

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Worst thing you've ever done?

“I’m not short on awful, ugly deeds and frankly giving one more weight than the rest of them seems like it absolves the responsibility for the others, which I’m quite unwilling to do. If you were wanting the full list, we’re going to need far more time.” 

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any favorites so far?

“Wren is different in the way that she’s accepted her fate like she deserved it and I don’t know why I have found a reason to like that so much, but it doesn’t change the fact that I very much do. The girl makes me want to show her things that are far beyond just fucking, which is strange yet inviting. Otherwise, the one that complimented my scars like they were symbols of beauty rather than reminders of ugliness. I guess we’ve deduced I like them a little bit...different.” 

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“Fuck it”, Mirela mumbled to herself and shrugged as she stripped the clothes down. It was late, and the cellmates around seemed to be all asleep. She hated those clothes, since it was just her, why not sleep as comfortable as possible in a cell wearing nothing but her underwear under the sheets.

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There was something peaceful about the relative quiet. Not that the Cavae closed for business at any time, but just the settlement of some of the other slaves - the semi inviting slumber. Her footsteps were almost deft in the hallway, which probably explains the illusion that the girl who’d just finished stripping, had been safe or alone. “Careful, or they’ll take that as an invitation.” Mused in a lighter tone, almost laughing as she did.

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You know what sounds good right now? A cute boy in my lap, my hand down his pants, while I watch my favourite movie plus the audible addition of desperate and soft moans. And said cute boy weakly trying to concentrate on the movie and also on not coming without permission.

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dxmonicpaws:

we are rare… it’s how he feels about his species too, probably mostly because he wasn’t normally in… this form, more of the wisp of a whisper, a sight… nothing solid to hold onto— never seeing another of his kind, or anyone really just only appears when needed, to sight of death. “mm,” thoughts unable to form into words, she definitely seems rare if appearances could give that around. kaine laughs, it makes him laugh. he didn’t think it was considered manners if it was simply telling the truth, or telling like how he saw it. still, he hadn’t even truly known about how to go about manners or anything that seems to be of the norm, for human forms. “there is really not a need to thank me, my manners probably need more work than they appear.”

“Half the time, I’m surprised I remember to have them.” She wasn’t always as proper nor composed as she was now. It was easier to find footing, grounding, in the reminder of vulnerability - especially since the attacks. They’d taken their toll physically, leaving even more concealed scarring under clothing but thankfully that had healed faster or at all, for that matter. Laughter was easier, light when she’d really had time to think about the many instances where ill mannered wouldn’t even begin to describe behavior because at the end of the day, hell was still hidden somewhere inside her. “What’s your name, then?”

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wrenpak:

She can see the logic in that, especially when it’s presented as quite an indisputable fact. The stream of fate brought her here, after all, where the rules are different, and she’s sure she’s meant to adapt. “Spoiled?” There’s delight in her eyes, that people can be so easily defined. Still, she frowns again not a moment later, glancing moodily toward the horizon. “Father made people treat me well. Because of my gift, I think. I was very useful” She peers over at Somaya. Quite a sharp smile. She does like sharp things. “I can be useful in other ways, but I don’t think he liked that very much.” Even if the memories in her mind were vague, there were others stored elsewhere in her body, in her muscles. “I don’t think I’ve had friends before.” Her family could never be so casual with her, she thinks, and the visitors she remembers so often seemed frightened of her. Most friendliness had motive, some people convinced they could alter fate if they treated her well. As if she could change the things she saw. It stung when she was child, perhaps. But she grew accustomed to it well enough. “Rent me often, at least, please.”

“Useful is not a word that should be used to describe a person, you are far more than useful.” She spoke in that tone that sounded like calm water, as if every word were a simple fact instead of her clearly humbled opinion. There was a shift of weight in her seat, turning body to completely devote all her attention to the smaller woman. The oracle was given a casual once over before concentrating on the words again. “What other skills do you possess then, the ones he didn’t like?” Interested in the story as she reach for glass. It was brought to lips like intermission, letting the taste tempt tongue momentarily before offering a nod. “You say that as if I’ve not rented you enough, which brings me back to that spoiled point. “