RAMONA ROYALE.

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Copper.

❝ A bit off. There’s an understatement. ❞

  Fingers drum against the stem of his glass, brows furrowed in irritation at the emptiness, though he suspects that even if Liz were to occupy the space behind the counter, she’d most likely not refill it. Curious gaze shifts then from the glass to his companion, studying her in a most meticulous manner. Appearance is well-maintained, and there’s an air of luxury surrounding her aura. It goes along well with the Cortez in quite the odd way. It intrigues him in a fashion not unlike the rest of the hotel’s visitors do.

      ❝ Have I seen you around here before , or do you just have one of those faces ?? ❞

            The revolutionary advances in the fields of technology, with the rise of Netflix and other various streaming services, had given the old stars new wind. People recognised the faces that used to mean something.  Would it exactly be a surprise had the man recognised her, Ramona Royale, as the Slaughter Sister? No. But regardless, she’ll oblige him for now and entertain the thought of her still existing in the same form as she once had. Being the same woman she was before everything went downhill with the Queen.

            ❝ And what would you do if I told you I used to be famous? Would you believe me then? Besides, copper, my answer would depend on how much you know about the Cortez and all of its dirty little secrets. ❞

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Countess.

               soft moans fall from elizabeth’s coveted pout, head falling back every few beats as ramona’s lips press along her abdomen, the swell of her breasts; all of her. and even with the response her lover gives, elizabeth doesn’t make a move. not right away.  ❛ how badly do you wish to be on top, darling? what will you do to get there?❜   for the countess has always been the kind of woman to make such goals difficult to reach for others, and the dark haired beauty pressed to her skin is no different… well, maybe a little different, for elizabeth wouldn’t make it as hard for the other to overpower her. but she winds her hands into ramona’s hair now, tugging back roughly so that their pouts meet, and sloppily so.  ❛ put me in my place, ramona.❜

       Powered by blood, given second life in blood. It all revolves around the ruby droplets when she comes in contact with the orbit of her. She’s pulling on her hair, gripping her tight just like she used to and it indeed comes to feel like HOME again. Home was never a specific place, it was a feeling of dread and she loves it. —That state of suffering. So make her feel all of it again. Biting down against Elizabeth’s pout, she curls one of those pale legs around her hip. And she growls so low it rumbles inside her chest, vibrates at the back of her throat where two tongues come to meet. 

                 ❝ You know goddamn well I can— that I will. ❞

         And just like that she throws her off balance, ends up on top of her with Elizabeth’s hips pinned to the cushions. She’s stronger, tonight— tonight she is the champion and there was little that could prove her wrong.

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The Countess.

               worry is written heavily in her features, but as ramona’s mouth leaves the wound and words leave such beautifully stained lips, elizabeth won’t hesitate. they both know it must be done, for the bullet will only slow them down even further.  ❛ it’s going to hurt, baby. are you sure you’re ready for this?❜   she asks out of kindness, for it’ll be done regardless, and they both know the gunshot wound is far more painful. that sneer is in place now, though, in hopes to comfort her lover; as if she’s taunting her. ramona is always quick to call elizabeth out when she does such things, and the distraction will hopefully work to their advantage now. with the woman still clinging to her frame, the countess will await the reply.

               Gaze hardens for a moment where just moments before had lingered something near loving—something dangerous for either one of them to feel without the other. It was a doomed union once before and such it would stand. She’ll place her lips over the wound once more as if defying the Countess and her words— that’s enough, Ramona, she was almost waiting for it. 

                    ❝ Well it ain’t getting better if we do nothing. ❞

           Mumbled against the tissue before she pulls back, victorious curve of a lip proving her stamina time and time again. Blood— it helps, brings back a fully focused stare, instead of the one shocked when filled with lead and shrapnel. Cold— so terribly cold, that one would never fully fade. 

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/ milla u sly son of a bitch

I’m a sly little fox && you know you love it.

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milla ? it CAN'T be ! what's next ? are people gonna wonder if cola is in fact, ME ?

Oh no!! What will people think now?! Although gin and cola do sound like they’d mix together quite nicely. Wink wonk. ; ) ) )

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Liz.

           the EMPTY glass held out to her is refilled with some reluctance –– the second’s hesitation embodying that of her internal own. there’s a tiny piece of her ( the piece that’s gotten her through many a difficult situations ) that believes ramona, that understands how FOOLISH it was to presume the very woman who yanked the rug out from underneath her without a moment of doubt should be forgiven ; if it was so effortless for her the first time ‘round, who’s to say it won’t be the next? to CARESS the serpent that devours us, until it has eaten away our hearts –– perhaps that small part of her was whispering truth.            though that does all but remove the thick veil of deceit infecting her perspective.            gaze is directed wholly elsewhere as liz busies herself idly behind the bar ; bottles clink as they’re being ‘organized.’ only when she’s sorted through her vocabulary, strung up letters to words, & has constructed a proper response does she finally place her attention back on her old friend. ringed hand rests quietly upon a splayed hip, brows raising as head softly shakes while the articulation falls from lips: ❛ –––– i didn’t expect you to UNDERSTAND. ❜ 

      She’s seen it first hand, wrapped herself around the Countess until she realised she was the one being constricted by a great snake— eating away at her with tiny nibbles she claimed to be out of devotion, devouring her flesh and making it useless to anyone but HER. She drinks some more, awaits a response she knows will not satisfy her — and yet she still holds some hope for perhaps opening her eyes before it’s too late for her too. But pout tightens into a straight line at her words. She was as blind as everyone else.

            ❝ Oh no,  Liz,  I do understand. I understand the grip she can                have where she makes you feel like you NEED her. But you                DON’T. ❞

       In response she’s shaking her head, knuckles growing pale against the side of her glass as she presses fingertips into the surface before releasing it swiftly. Though she may heal faster, it was still a goddamn pain to remove those shards from her palm. Not to mention the ruckus it would cause in the midst of some friendly advice. 

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Countess.

               she laughs at such a comment, though is far too taken with such a coveted pout to put forth a remark of her own. ramona is intoxicating, the woman’s mere presence exciting her enough on its own, but it’s their jesting that gives her the true push to further all of this. she’ll pull away so that her lover must sit up to continue the contact, elizabeth’s intentions geared towards removing ramona from her gown so that both of them are far more bare with one another now.  ❛ do you want to be on top this time?❜   after all, elizabeth has always been the one in control, and as the halter of the dress is untied, the countess is tugging the fabric down without restraint. her own body is already mostly bare, only a bra and matching panties covering the sweetest parts of her.

         The sight of undress is heaven to her, she can’t deny that part even in her most delusional days when she imagined her  dead  in a thousand different ways. As she follows her, kisses her ribcage where curved breast would begin, she allows her to pick her apart with her sweet words and falls into the familiarity of it all. Hands laid across her thighs, she digs fingers into the flesh, gaze guided at the milky white flesh watches the canvas turn whiter underneath the pressure. If there ever was a God above, she must’ve descended just for her joy. She makes no effort to move, not yet, for bare skin works as a lure— attracting her to it like guided by bloodthirst.

                  ❝ As if I’d trust you to. ❞

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Countess.

 she won’t hold back the grin that forms at ramona’s articulation, for it tells elizabeth that her lover isn’t ready to quit just yet. but as she presses her wrist firmly to the other woman’s lips, feeling how deep she’s drinking, she’ll feel herself begin to go lightheaded. and yet, she doesn’t pull back. ramona has never wronged her, has only sought revenge for the things elizabeth herself had done to the dark eyed woman, and because of that… this is the LEASTshe can do for the other.

     “ slow down, ramona. i need to be able to keep us both going while you heal. “

  though elizabeth’s blood will strengthen ramona, it’ll take at least a day or two for her to fully heal from such wounds. gun shots are among the most destructive to their kind, after all.

      Ammonium coated tongue flick across the wound, dipping inside the gaping incision one more time to satisfy a craving.  ( Basic survival instinct of a wounded lion— you will EAT your own before surrendering. ) Clinging to her arm, her waist, shoulder, anything she could grasp is something she would later come to loathe having exposed. But she asks her, speaks to her in the voice of pure ice water— without any traces of fear. And she WILL slow down, greedy though, lips never leaving the wound but eyes flickering to meet with lover’s. Perhaps, one could hope that the words muttered against pale flesh were ones of gratitude, no matter how muffled they came across as.

        She’d be leaving with a severe limp, the Countess had told her, but she sure as hell hadn’t expected to leave with one given to her by the Copper snooping around like it was his damned business. It wasn’t and that rat hole he crawled out of better not have been infested with more of his kind. Dark eyes close, allow words to spill more freely with all visible fear hidden.

                      ❝ You need to get it out. Before I start to HEAL. ❞

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Countess.

   an even heavier kiss is pressed to ramona’s coveted pout, especially after the agreement is solidified and movements much more intimate and purposeful. the countess will even begin to grind down against her lover, for the way ramona’s hand is traveling, dangerous territory is being explored, territory that calls for much more aggressive actions on elizabeth’s part. however, the other woman’s hand will pull away before the platinum blonde can make her move, though she’s quick to accomodate the change in direction now that ramona’s lips have left her own to explore her creamy flesh.

     ❛ you always have so much to say with that mouth, baby… even if it’s not with words.❜

   it’s a teasing compliment, for elizabeth chuckles warmly as hands make their way up to ramona’s shoulders, fingers wrapping around each strap of the dress her lover is wearing so that she can at least try to undress the other. the moment is far too heavy to back out of now, even with such taunting, even hateful, words being spoken.

     She was LOUD— like a wolf denied her true purpose for far too long— but now the predator had become unleashed, broken free from the shackles that held her back. Upon her tongue she can smell the subtle notes of black liquorice, the BLOOD she’d bathed in and corruption. Skin is without imperfections, smooth as she traces kisses back along her neck— a smile she attempts to deny to the last of her days causing disruption for a brief moment.

           ❝ Wonder who I picked up that habit from. ❞

       Nostalgia, ah, what a devil indeed. It lurked in the back of her mind and ambushed without any sign of an uprising as it battled past the parts of her that wanted to  CHOKE  the life out of her and watch body turn limp in her arms. Aggression is revealed in the way hips buck up right against hers, all too demanding and everything but gentle. Rid her of the dress, lay her bare across the bed and listen to her purr just for you. ( No one else has made you feel the things YOU had. )

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Countess.

   this occurrence is obviously going to be anything but gentle and kind, for both women seem to have some point they want to get across. a point of power and control, and who truly holds it, elizabeth wanting to prove she never lost it. and as such a comment leaves ramona, she’ll only chuckle into the deepening kiss, swallowing those words as if they mean nothing.

     ❛ only if you promise to screw me first.❜

   even with her sore leg ( and sore is putting it lightly ), elizabeth will shrug off the coat, exposing barely covered flesh clad only in lingerie so that her body is fully on display as ramona’s hands already begin to hungrily wander her lithe and practically flawless figure. elizabeth’s own hands will grasp the woman’s sides, for the tight gown her lover is in rather… hinders any progress in touching the other’s bare flesh. for now.

        It is as if a Goddess had descended from her throne, undressing only for her joy. ( She has her selfish motives, Ramona won’t deny their existence. ) But she can’t help lowering her lips to the alabaster skin before her, sinking lips against her shoulder as they bite on softly just enough pressure to make it clear she would lead. She wanted this dance with her as much as the next person— she was WEAK for it, but she’d not go down without a fight. ( And not without adding to that limp she was sporting. )

            ❝ Deal. ❞

              A pair of self-indulgent fingers hook into her underwear, exploring the lace that covers those parts she had most missed about her. She will tear it all of her form when time is right, but for now she holds her flush against herself. Though she halfway expected her hatred filled veins to burst from contact— she craved for that specific connection. If she was to leave this Earth— It’d better be with one hell of a choir ringing inside her head.

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Countess.

   elizabeth can see the second her companion gives in, can pinpoint the exact time that ramona succumbs to the countess’ twisted ways; and she couldn’t be more pleased. meeting her former lover’s eager lips with her own, she’ll dare to groan in approval, tongue slipping past ramona’s lips with ease so that the kiss is easily deepened.

     ❛ i’m always right.❜

   she purrs, leaning further into the other woman before she’s shifting to hover over ramona’s body with her own, their position much more intimate and compromising now; it’s too late to look back, too late to regret what they both know and CRAVE to happen.

        There’s the suffocating ego that neglects to ask for a permission as it manifests in the form of words. Words she loathes from the moment they are aired. She knows better than any of them— that’s what she used to say, no? Age gave her no wisdom, only the bitter tears she swallowed in her own solitude. Perhaps she will soothe the pain and turn on her when she is most needed. 

        She could never be as cruel as her.

                   ❝ You asking for another slap? ❞

                    Words come with a chuckle, one that passes tongue and echoes inside the cavity of Elizabeth’s mouth. It’s unleashed without any effort, stolen from her like it was something that belonged to the Countess of  GREED.  Maybe it did, maybe it didn’t, what was it to her anyways? Hands find their rightful place, under the coat and pressing to the bare canvass of skin.

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