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((Apologies for dropping off the face of the Earth. I sold my soul to Anime Expo, which is this weekend, and Iâve spent the last week-ish cleaning to get ready for it, since Iâll be having people stay with me and all that jazz. I should be back by late next week, possibly with pictures. Until then, stay safe lovelies.))
A surprise kiss from Ami, as she moves off to the pool. How sweet! -softshabonspray
Zoe blushed. âJe tâaime aussi,â she murmured, trying to keep her voice steady. Gods, Ami was just too cute sometimesâŠ
12 cups rhubarb on fire
The redhead blinked. âI donât know if thatâs a request or something else entirelyâŠâ
â...I donât actually remember. Organizing a DnD game? I dunno.â
@windridertenoh continued from here
âI mean, there was that time I set the Prince and Princess on fire...â
Though she giggled at the nudge, it was hard to tell if it was real or not. She was too good at hiding what she felt, after all. Even if she knew she didnât need to hide... it was a hard habit to break, when it had been her method of self-preservation since she was very young. Still, Zoe supposed that she owned Mamoru at least a it of trust, given that she had been the first to sell her soul to Metallia and Beryl oh-so-long ago...
Looking down at the hands she had clasped her in her lap, the redhead took a deep breath. Even speaking of the least personal things came hard to her. â...I was born in a brothel, in Paris.â Only the trembling of her hands gave her away; otherwise, she appeared perfectly composed and poised. Not even her voice trembled, though she wouldn't look Mamoru in the eyes. Refusing to be weak -- yet another thing on the long list of what she owed him -- the French sixteen-year-old continued.
âMa MĂšre was a prostitute; by the time I was ten, clients would pay at least double for both of us.â
âLa Princesse is certainly someone rare, someone to be cherished...â Her smile became tremulous at the edges, but she was good enough at acting by now that it remained in place, painted on her lips just as much as the pink sheen of the gloss she wore. âYou think too highly of moi, MaĂźtre... I am content being par moi-mĂȘme.â It was a lie, and once again her native tongue gave her away, but she refused to allow her own insecurities to drag down those she scared about. Not not, not in the future, not ever again.
Zoe would sooner have fallen on her own sword than let it happen again.
As if feeding off of his positivity, she couldnât help but smile again in return. (The fact that the muscles of her face were starting to hurt told her that she needed to smile more often.) âIâm glad,â the redhead murmured in return, though she couldnât help but sound a bit wistful. âYou and the Princess, and Mademoiselle Tenou and Mademoiselle Kaioh, have such beautiful loves... theyâre bonds to be protected and cherished, I believe.â And envied, ended up being unintentionally implied. It wasnât that Zoe consciously envied the two couples, but... she couldnât help but hope to find someone to love as deeply as they loved their partners.
The fact that she considered herself unlovable notwithstanding, of course.
Ami wasn't the one to push poor Zoe into the pool, but she immediately dives into the water to rescue the red-haired woman. -softshabonspray
This⊠was not how Zoe had wanted to die. There had been a time, not so long ago, when she had wanted nothing more than to die by her own hand. Now, however, her priorities had shifted; whenever she considered death, it was far, far into the future, and always contained a certain bluenette by her side. However, it seemed that the Fates had other plans. It might have seemed odd to some, that she had never learned to swim, but really, when would she have learned? Zoe had gown up in a brothel, knowing the streets and underworld of Paris like the back of her hand. Then her parents had finally âsealed the deal,â so to speak, when she was fourteen and moved their so-called âfamilyâ to Tokyo. After a lonely year of isolation that she pretended like didnât affect her, Beryl had found her.
The rest had been history, giving herself once again to the misguided woman and the rot in her soul. A year later, and Zoe had been back at square one â alone but pretending like she werenât lonely. Middle school had finished quickly, and high school had been just as isolating, even if everything that happened with the Senshi had certainly kept life interesting. Fighting against her assigned gender had been stubborn rebellion at first, and then become a realization about who she was and who she was meant to be. It had given the Frenchwoman some measure of hope that things might someday get better, be easier. Then, college had happened, and the redhead had met her all over again. She had never truly âlostâ her memories of the Dark Kingdom.
Her nightmares had always been different so it had never bothered her, not even the fact that she had died more than once. The memories of the Golden Kingdom, however, had slowly trickled back over the years. Zoe still didnât have a complete picture of what Ăine, called the âShe-Wolfâ of the Northern Kingdom, had been like, but she remembered enough to know that she was now almost an inversion of what Ăine had been. Fate had never been what one might call kind to her, the redhead had come to realize, and this seemed to be no different. And yet, she didnât end up dying. Her beautiful lover was the one to dive in to save her, and she found herself loving her even more. Ami was wonderful, and she really didnât deserve her, but adrenaline and having almost died made Zoe reckless.
So, the Frenchwoman blurted a thing sheâd been thinking for some time now. Even if she happened to be shirtless by then and her stupid hair was everywhere. Even if now was literally the worst time to be asking this. Actually, never might be a better description, since the youngest Shitennouâs self-esteem was still shit, and they were both still in college, but damnit if her mouth and heart donât conspire to kick her into gear. Apparently, the muscle that kept her alive and her vocal chords thought they knew better than her second-guessing, oft-paranoid brain. Maybe they did, and maybe they didnât, but it was too late to take anything back now.
âMarry me.â
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So much for being able to fight by herself...
Letâs play 'yes' or 'no.' You ask me questions on anonymous or not, and I can only answer YES or NO.
Despite the fact that she doubted Mamoru had meant to make a joke, Zoe found herself laughing softly nonetheless. The same dainty hand that had just raked through her curls came up to politely hide her mouth as the soft giggles spilled forth. âItâs funny,â the redhead mused, âI have a natural affinity for ice and the cold, but I still enjoy warmth and the sun so much...â
A thought occurring to her, spring-green eyes focused on her Master friendâs own dark blue. âSpeaking of enjoyment,â the youngest (and smallest) Shitennouâs smile had quickly become a smirk once more, âhow are you and your stardust Princess~?â She wasnât a gossip by nature, but the French teen did enjoy knowing when those she cared for were happy.
Zoe just hoped Mamoru didnât believe turnabout was fair play -- she had no love.
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When Masaru came over to her, lifting a hand for an unknown purpose, it spoke volumes about how much she still trusted him that the redhead didnât flinch away. Of course, he had never been the one to hit her; that ârightâ had been reserved for her human father, and any johns that she had ended upsetting. (The instances of the latter were numerous, but still didnât out weigh the former.) Feeling his hand come to rest on her shoulder, Zoe exhaled a breath she hadnât been aware that she was holding. It seemed that, while she didnât expect him to hit her, her mind had other ideas.
Still, despite the tension in her frame, the youngest (and smallest) of the Shitennou forced herself to focus on his words rather than the unwanted alarm bells going off in her head. Now was certainly not the time for her past experiences to come back to bite her. âEven though I gave myself to her willingly?â It came out self-deprecatingly, but not as a whisper, so at east that was something. Jealousy had always been her biggest flaw, both during the time of the Golden Kingdom and in this life, but after having lived with the guilt of her own actions, Zoe was consciously doing what she could to minimize that glaring flaw.
It didnât always work, but at least she was trying.
âBoyish?â Zoe echoed, frowning softly as she almost reflectively brushed a lock of red-gold hair behind her ear. âI donât think youâre boyish at all, if it means anything... Certainly youâre tall, but that doesnât define whether youâre boyish or girlish...â Blushing, the redhead looked away. âSorry, I shouldnât be presuming to know anything about you... Ce sont les Français en moi -- Itâs the French in me, I suppose...â
Allowing her smirk to slide into a warm smile, Zoe tilted her head back a bit, almost as if she were a cat sunning herself. âI know,â the redhead responded, finally feeling the last of the tension drain from her frame. âBut I donât do it often, so it shouldnât hurt to enjoy myself for a bit, now...â In an almost reflexive, unconscious action, one of her slender hands came up to card long fingers tipped in green-painted and perfectly manicured nails through long red-gold curls. It was an action the spoke volumes about how comfortable she was around Mamoru -- of course, the fact that he was equally comfortable in her presence helped, too.
