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YOUR SHOULDERS ARE TOO HEAVY; put some of that weight down and talk to someone. ( you don’t have to do it all alone. )
mercenaiire:
Once flowing hues of wildfire are now entangled with such a menacing grip that evildoer imposes upon her, breath halted and cut short into brief, desperate gasps. The claws digging into the fair neck elicit chokes of RESISTANCE, a set of the girl’s own nails reaching out to scratch at the offending limb before them. Had she been a brief second faster, this trap would have been easily evaded, self-chastising evident in the pained countenance whilst the sinister tone sent chills along her physique.
This woman is no harbinger of death, she is d e a t h itself.
"D-Didn’t know we we’re playin’ —- hide ‘n seek.”
she anticipates the inevitable retaliation, as any individual with knowledge on this target's history would, and can only respond with the firm grip remaining steady, nothing further said as she relished in the familiar sounds of PAIN, PAIN, & PAIN. only for a brief moment does this austerity shift, blank mien lasting, but a flicker of RAGE evident in the earthy pools. the nerve of this girl angers her, sends her into a silent fury during which her grip on the slender neck is tightened considerably. such frail digits resemble an unmatchable VISE, nails deeper in skin while she makes her level against the girl known.
❛ do not speak to me so freely. ❜
such a PUNY fledgling this victim-to-be has grown to become fore her very own eyes, it is truly a sad sight to see she'll soon come to note once this encounter is cut short. vile remnants of DEATH t r i c k l e from betwixt thin ( pallid ) tiers, earthy hazel dimmed with baleful & acrimonious intent as frail appendages ensnare their target's weedy neck. nails draw brilliant ichor up to the ivory surface from which it originates, the temptation to drag the clasps along bubbling forth as a steely, merciless greeting strikes the short-lived beauty.
❛ it appears i've caught you. ❜
you can fight just like you've been taught, it won't undo the life you've got.
' ʏᴏᴜ sᴛɪʟʟ ʟᴀᴄᴋ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴀɴɴᴇʀs ᴏғ ᴀ ᴛʀᴜᴇ ʟᴀᴅʏ, ʀᴇᴅ,
ᴀɴᴅ ᴍʏ ᴍᴏɴᴇʏ. '
i plead with you, god
give them back to me.
mercenaiire:
"I don’t swim.”
" sure you do, everyone does. i think you just need that little..
push. “
" if you're so hot, why don't you go swimming ? "
mercenaiire:
A stagger rearward,
physique wrought with rigidity,
stupor abounding.
❛ Y— … Y-You.. ❜
’ oh man. you should really be more careful with that pretty little sword of yours, marcie. i mean, you could end up really, really -- ‘
weight is forced onto the object pierced into the individual's frame, digits wrapped around the hilt ever so painfully.
' hurt yourself. now, we don't want that..
do we? '
mercenaiire:
❛ You really know how to take the fun out of our time together, don’t you? ❜
' what is fun about going on a wild goose chase for innocence, exactly ? i think you've got your ideals a bit out of sorts, you dunce. '
' whoops.
did i do that ? '
mercenaiire:
❛ Listen to me. I know, I know you can hear them, because I can too, alright? You have to listen to me, though, I’m more important than them. Remember that? Mere, I really, really need you to stop, and focus on me.
Do n o t listen to them.❜
' I am trying.. I'm trying, I'm trying, I'm trying. I can't stop, they're repeating themselves over, and over, and over, and no matter how much effort I put into blocking them out, they only get louder, and louder, and louder and if I even stop trying to block them out for a single second, that'll be their chance, Marceline, so don't keep telling me to focus on you because
I
just
c a n ' t . '
"After all of this time, and you've remained as weak as you were as a child. You are a member of the Black Order, are you not?"
“I’d like to give a shoutout to the incredible mercenaiire and her OC. She’s an absolutely amazing person, but more importantly, her character is a reflection of her creativity and talent. I love everything about her, and that’s something I don’t say often. From her quirks, to her personality, to her amity with comrades; she’s strong, dynamic and a pleasure to see on my dash. I hope she knows just how admired she is.”
mercenaiire:
"Give me.. the present."
"No, you have to wait 'till tonight, stupid, leave me alone!"