characters: amarantha, clythia
pairing: amarantha/clythia
warnings: sister/sister incest, extremely dubious consent, sexual coercion, noncon elements, fantasy and fictional setting racism, dehumanization, degradation, vaginal fingering, dd:dne
summary: a human is an animal. an animal as any other. except when they are not, and amarantha must take it upon herself to reshape her sister’s moldable heart.
a/n: my submission for @sjmsapphic day one: scent! thank you to the mods for such an engaging and communal event + the inspo to finally write the rancid amarantha darkfic of my dreams<3 just a snippet for tunglr cuz shit gets hairy (or uhhhhh..,.,.,.,.,.well you’ll see) real quick but you can find the first chapter on ao3 if ! ur nasty
"Through with your little beastie so soon?"
Clythia is not so blatant as to freeze, but for a faerie as fluid and uninterruptible as she, the hitch to her stride is just as damning. Her lustrous hair, bound tight in braid before she stole away, flows now free across her shoulder in the puzzled tilt of her hand.
Lifting a hand, Amarantha presses up from her chaise in pursuit of the nearest censer. "Spare me the insult of further falsity," she says. "The stench of this pet you keep clings to you like a burr," a scrunch of her nose as she sets a fresh finger-pinch of resin upon the briquette, "and sevenfold as offensive to the senses. That you thought me ignorant after the very first tryst is slight enough."
Amarantha turns to find her sister standing much like she had as a youngling caught by their father to be playing with her food: jaw set, chin high, irises sparking indignant. Always, her emotions have made master of her, and always, they have seen her chastened by the end.
"He is not as pet to me," Clythia replies.
Not it. Not this one. Not the beastie.