A Lethal Heart

Hello! This is an StP sideblog! She/They pronouns for the mod. Dragon herself is female presenting agender. I no longer feel, but I have my emotions back. Still can't touch, though.

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What do you want?

Hello! This is an StP sideblog. Minimum wage PatD. Although at this point, it's diverged enough from StP to the point that if anyone else wants to take Dragon as she is in-game, then go on ahead.

If you want to ask anything about the mod, then I'll have to direct you to my main blog, @m0rt4lc0rv1d!

Anything is welcome in terms of questioning, except for:

-Nsfw (i.e. Non-canon-typical violence, sexual asks/content)

-Hate/negative opinions that are either unnecessary, or unrelated.

-Spam/bots.

Colours:

Dialogue, [Actions], Terminus

Abilities: Flight, temporal displacement, mind reading, reality displacement, sensation empathy, d e a t h t e n d r i l s

Tags:

#A Lethal Heart - A display of power

#Dragon's Dream Log - Dreams

#What Do You Know? - Dreams where she remembers the future

#You Know I Love You. - Heather :D

#Are You Willing to Know Me? - An honest, emotional interaction

#I Know You - A future iteration makes an appearance

#Do You Know Me? - Heather :(

Extra notes: Sparks will NOT need his own blog. Sparks is an EXTENSION of Dragon's blog, and therefore independent of her while also being a part of the blog itself.

Gender: Female-presenting agender

Pronouns: She/They/Them/It

Sexual orientation: Biromantic Asexual

{Make your statement. Face the fear.}

{It's almost time.}

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Alive bee.

...

[It doesn't stay alive for long, curling up and dying within moments of her touch.]

What did you expect, animals die around me.

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OOC: meaning to ask this for a while, but why didn't dragon cry after Pall and AE were gone?? Just feels a little odd

[Actually, I'll say this through Dragon.]

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[Dragon gets your question and pulls out a dining room chair to explain.]

Well, I just learned to process grief at a very young age. See, back in my old reality, my parents got me a ton of pets. Not because I wanted that many, but because no matter how hard I tried, they'd always die prematurely around me. It wasn't ever a matter of if, it was a matter of when. So they kept getting me pets. And those pets gave me their lives. I suppose I know why now. But either way, I'd stopped crying over them at four small little cardboard graves in the backyard, and at seven I just asked them to stop giving me pets. So they got me a tortoise, which survived. But a week after, my father died. I was...I wanna say about ten? He was in a car accident. Now, mum was always very religious. She never forced it on the rest of us, thankfully, but Spectre joined in on the prayers at his funeral. Both of them curled up in mum's bed and cried together to grieve. And that funeral was when both me and my older brother Cold realised that something was wrong with us. We shared a birthday, but neither of us really minded. We were always close. And we only cried at the funeral. Heather was crying harder than I was, and she clung to me for support, when really it should've been the other way around. I should've been crying on her shoulder, I should've been the one staining my best friends black cardigan with salty tears. And yet I wasn't. I held her hand, Cold held mine. And yet of us three, Heather, who wasn't even family, was the only one that was sobbing. Me and Cold got right back up after that. All of our close friends asked how we were holding up. And we'd always respond with "Better than we should be," because it was the truth. We were not crying as hard as we should've. We'd lost our father. We only cried at the funeral. And then we moved on. We'd lose something or someone, cry for a little while, and then move on. It was never difficult, and it still isn't. I'm just a hell of a lot more resilient, since my mother stopped functioning on her own for the following year.

And when Pall died, it was almost as bad as my father. Almost. I'd lost a major figure in my life, my father, and a source of protection, AE. But it wasn't impossible to get over it, so I did.

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[Someone envelops you in dark black wings. They grab you by the shoulders and put a black blindfold over your eyes. Then they drag you off somewhere.]

Huh? Who-!! AUGH-

[She tharashes and kicks at the threat, trying and failing to tear off the fabric as she’s lifted into the air. She fails. She starts crying.]

whatthefuckwhatthefuckwhatthefuck

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[Soon, you descend. Your flats hit solid concrete. The blindfold, now soggy with tears, is lifted. Then, you see your theyfriend- Dragon Cordis.]

Hey hun. Sorry about that. But I needed it to be a surprise. [She steps back to reveal a house.]

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Wh-huh

[She looks around temporarily disoriented. There are eye slits on her face now. She stares at the house. Then gawks at you.]

Dragon, you fucking-

[She punches you full-force in the face.]

MENACE!

[She smacks you, and talks at the same time, emphasising each word with another smack.]

YOU-FUCKING-LEAVE-THE-MCTABBYS-AND THEN-WHEN-YOU-COME-BACK-

[She punches again.]

YOU FUCKING KIDNAP ME!??

[She pulls you into an aggressive kiss on the cheek.]

God, you’re such a fucking gremlin.

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uh-

[The punch catches everyone off-guard, and is knocks her onto the pavement. Then she devolves into laughter.]

Hahah…yeah, I guess I deserved that.

[And then the slapping starts, and then the kiss.]

Yep, that’s me. Your tall little menace :3

[She borrows a Cookie Smile™ and says it out loud.]

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[Someone envelops you in dark black wings. They grab you by the shoulders and put a black blindfold over your eyes. Then they drag you off somewhere.]

Huh? Who-!! AUGH-

[She tharashes and kicks at the threat, trying and failing to tear off the fabric as she’s lifted into the air. She fails. She starts crying.]

whatthefuckwhatthefuckwhatthefuck

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[Soon, you descend. Your flats hit solid concrete. The blindfold, now soggy with tears, is lifted. Then, you see your theyfriend- Dragon Cordis.]

Hey hun. Sorry about that. But I needed it to be a surprise. [She steps back to reveal a house.]

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Neither of us actually live anywhere...

[Well, they do, but it's not really a place to live in. The Observatory was never going to be a permanent residence, was it?]

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Perfect.

[She's, uh...]

Say it.

[She's completely erased all traces of a family of four, removed them from physical existence via death and sped-up decay (a favour from a friend), and destroyed the house. It's barely a mile away from the McTabby's. The End can rule over time, when in need. So she stops it. She constructs a moderately large house in the space, a cosy little spot with two bedrooms, a bathroom, an attic, a lounge, a library, a kitchen, and a dining room. Everything, and I mean everything, is taken care of. Plumbing, electricity, everything. How she did it, nobody wants to know. But all that you should is that it's an entirely self-sufficient place. An expansive backyard replaces a dull garage, and apparently the house is popular with cats. A few hours of deforestation in a pine forest later, and now there's furniture. WallWall supplies the rest. Sparks and Cirrus's enclosures are in the master bedroom, and the bed has been made and pushed against the window. She decides that it needs a study, so she puts a few bookshelves in the attic, accompanying a desk with a lamp on it. A fireplace cuts across two windows in the library, smoke billowing up and out of a cobblestone fireplace.]

Wonderful.

[The cosy house is complete. Now to show Heather...]

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[She’s lounging on a beanbag. She stinks of alcohol.]

Tu es si jolie quand... en fait, tu es toujours jolie…hahaaa…

[French. She’s drunk.]

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Oh, Heather.

[She rushes over.]

You know I can’t speak french. I’ll tend to the garden, hold on.

[She opens the fridge, rummaging and bringing a small pot to boil on the stove. Soon, you can smell soup. A kettle boils and steams. She brings over a steaming hot cup of rooibos tea. She looks in a cabinet and gives you a small little container, full of small purple tablets. When the soup is ready, she gives you some.]

Eat up. You’re clearly drunk.

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[She brightens at the smell of the food, ]

Oh, waowww, merci!!

[She snatches the soup, sipping it and sipping and she just keeps drinking. Some of it dríps down her chin and she starts on the tea. Her tongue is probably suffering right now. She looks at the container.]

Wuzzat?

[She blinks at the small tablets and then eats them anyway.]

mnm...fenkyu...

{She means 'thank you'.}

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[She smiles, picking you up and depositing you into the sleeping bag.]

You're welcome.

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[She’s lounging on a beanbag. She stinks of alcohol.]

Tu es si jolie quand... en fait, tu es toujours jolie…hahaaa…

[French. She’s drunk.]

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Oh, Heather.

[She rushes over.]

You know I can’t speak french. I’ll tend to the garden, hold on.

[She opens the fridge, rummaging and bringing a small pot to boil on the stove. Soon, you can smell soup. A kettle boils and steams. She brings over a steaming hot cup of rooibos tea. She looks in a cabinet and gives you a small little container, full of small purple tablets. When the soup is ready, she gives you some.]

Eat up. You’re clearly drunk.

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[Dragon is standing on the perch with a determined face. Sparks lands on their shoulder.]

You’re here. Good. I have an assignment for you.

[Sparks bumps her neck, curiosity in his eyes.] brek?

There’s a new presence. A building. I need you to survey it. It’s…a domain of some sort. I think it’s of the Stranger. It’s got the strongest connection there, but I can’t really be sure with all of these conflicting signals. It’s quite dangerous, but I’m sure you can pull it off. Just don’t get caught. I have a feeling that an Ocullal Raven wouldn’t be welcome there.

[Sparks nudges her chin with a ‘brrk!’ and flies off to this new place, following the traces of decaying identity. Dragon walks inside the Observatory to wait for her pet.]

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[Sparks returns with information. Dragon reads its mind to garner it.]

Hm. A hospital. And it looks like there's an actual person working there. At least she's not a Stranger yet.

Crrp?

[She looks directly at the hospital, regardless of obstacles.]

Maybe we should visit sometime.

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[Dragon is standing on the perch with a determined face. Sparks lands on their shoulder.]

You’re here. Good. I have an assignment for you.

[Sparks bumps her neck, curiosity in his eyes.] brek?

There’s a new presence. A building. I need you to survey it. It’s…a domain of some sort. I think it’s of the Stranger. It’s got the strongest connection there, but I can’t really be sure with all of these conflicting signals. It’s quite dangerous, but I’m sure you can pull it off. Just don’t get caught. I have a feeling that an Ocullal Raven wouldn’t be welcome there.

[Sparks nudges her chin with a ‘brrk!’ and flies off to this new place, following the traces of decaying identity. Dragon walks inside the Observatory to wait for her pet.]

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*bite* *bite*

@blog-biter

..?

[She grabs an AK-47 from a nearby cabinet and fires it with only one hand.]

Get off.

[minimum-wage-heather]

[On the ledge, outside the observatory.]

What happened?

[She's staring at the body. It disappears under the pavement.]

...

[She's standing way too close to the edge.]

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[Behind you, right in front of the telescope. She comes back in a shield of shadows. Her tuxedo is gone, instead replaced by a black dress that fades to white at the bottom. Her heels click against the floor as they run right towards you, arms outstretched.]

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[She looks over at the sudden noise, confused.]

Dragon?

[Tears well up in her eyes.]

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[She spreads her wings, clutching you tight on the cliff, wrapping you tight.]

You're alive.

[You feel tears on your shoulder. She's crying.]

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[She starts crying too.]

I-I love you-I'm sorry-I-What happened-? What did I do!?

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[Her eyes widen, and she pulls back, relief coursing through their veins.]

Do you have any idea how long I've been waiting for you to say that?

[She kisses you. It's not special, it's not forced. But you know that she means it.]

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[On the ledge, outside the observatory.]

What happened?

[She's staring at the body. It disappears under the pavement.]

...

[She's standing way too close to the edge.]

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[Behind you, right in front of the telescope. She comes back in a shield of shadows. Her tuxedo is gone, instead replaced by a black dress that fades to white at the bottom. Her heels click against the floor as they run right towards you, arms outstretched.]

[minimum-wage-heather]

[She looks over at the sudden noise, confused.]

Dragon?

[Tears well up in her eyes.]

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[She spreads her wings, clutching you tight on the cliff, wrapping you tight.]

You're alive.

[You feel tears on your shoulder. She's crying.]

[minimum-wage-heather]

[On the ledge, outside the observatory.]

What happened?

[She's staring at the body. It disappears under the pavement.]

...

[She's standing way too close to the edge.]

[minimum-wage-patd]

[Behind you, right in front of the telescope. She comes back in a shield of shadows. Her tuxedo is gone, instead replaced by a black dress that fades to white at the bottom. Her heels click against the floor as they run right towards you, arms outstretched.]

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[She flits up to the Observatory from the door, getting her spare medkit and unraveling a roll of bandages, grabbing a bottle of antiseptic, disinfectant, and more formaldehyde. She cleans and disinfects the wound, only after peeling off the unhealthy scab to reveal a garish display of fetid flesh. She wraps the gauze around it, flexing the joint to see if it still hurts. It smells horrible, and it hurts like hell, but it's healing. Somewhat. Now she needs to think.]

{I can't kill her. At this point it'd be permanent, and she hasn't gotten far enough along in her metamorphosis to prevent that. I can't run forever. That's pathetic. So all that's left is...}

[She looks down at herself. Her aching leg, her butchered wing. She can't live without Heather, that'd be torture. Running...it's no way to live. That's all she's doing now. There's no way to possibly escape. The Hunt will stop the moment it catches its prey, but it also needs the Slaughter to agree.]

{I'm both the trap and the bait.}

[minimum-wage-heather]

[She bursts through the main entrance, crossbow missing. Instead, she has a knife.]

There you are!! I've been looking all over for you! Get over here.

[She lunges, stabbing forward with the knife.]

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[She grabs your wrists.]

I'm sorry.

[minimum-wage-heather]

What-?

[She hesitates, before thrusting the knife right into the scar.]

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[You are met with no resistance.]

...

[She pulls you both back to the ledge.]

I'm sorry.

[A single tear falls down her face. She falls, letting go. You are alone on the ledge. She's gone.]

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[She flits up to the Observatory from the door, getting her spare medkit and unraveling a roll of bandages, grabbing a bottle of antiseptic, disinfectant, and more formaldehyde. She cleans and disinfects the wound, only after peeling off the unhealthy scab to reveal a garish display of fetid flesh. She wraps the gauze around it, flexing the joint to see if it still hurts. It smells horrible, and it hurts like hell, but it's healing. Somewhat. Now she needs to think.]

{I can't kill her. At this point it'd be permanent, and she hasn't gotten far enough along in her metamorphosis to prevent that. I can't run forever. That's pathetic. So all that's left is...}

[She looks down at herself. Her aching leg, her butchered wing. She can't live without Heather, that'd be torture. Running...it's no way to live. That's all she's doing now. There's no way to possibly escape. The Hunt will stop the moment it catches its prey, but it also needs the Slaughter to agree.]

{I'm both the trap and the bait.}

[minimum-wage-heather]

[She bursts through the main entrance, crossbow missing. Instead, she has a knife.]

There you are!! I've been looking all over for you! Get over here.

[She lunges, stabbing forward with the knife.]

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[She grabs your wrists.]

I'm sorry.

[minimum-wage-patd]

[She flits up to the Observatory from the door, getting her spare medkit and unraveling a roll of bandages, grabbing a bottle of antiseptic, disinfectant, and more formaldehyde. She cleans and disinfects the wound, only after peeling off the unhealthy scab to reveal a garish display of fetid flesh. She wraps the gauze around it, flexing the joint to see if it still hurts. It smells horrible, and it hurts like hell, but it's healing. Somewhat. Now she needs to think.]

{I can't kill her. At this point it'd be permanent, and she hasn't gotten far enough along in her metamorphosis to prevent that. I can't run forever. That's pathetic. So all that's left is...}

[She looks down at herself. Her aching leg, her butchered wing. She can't live without Heather, that'd be torture. Running...it's no way to live. That's all she's doing now. There's no way to possibly escape. The Hunt will stop the moment it catches its prey, but it also needs the Slaughter to agree.]

{I'm both the trap and the bait.}