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AN ODE : independent and selective wlw exclusive multi muse. curated and cared for by wren.
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@chanticle sent : how have you been?
forearms rest against the bar / a smile as wild as the red streak against the bridge of her nose. there is a sense of ease there , a familiarity. norah has been there since the beginning / the hanged man being a place hawke continues to linger at , even with the now lofty title of champion of kirkwall / it is not something she wants to carry. even now with a place in hightown , it is the lowest places that she feels most comfortable. so hawke smiles at the other woman , a rather charming look despite the weight she carries.
❛ the usual , lady norah. ❜ what is the usual ? terror / scraping rock bottom to survive / losing loved ones. she pretends it isn’t. hawke pretends the usual is something a lot more romantic / heroic. ❛ saving lives. you’re still doing much the same ? ❜
@seacrypt sent : you really shouldn’t be here. this isn’t safe for you.
does not oft breach the surface / a life spent at the bottom of the sea. from there falls all she should need. but sometimes , the lure of the sun is far too much. sleek pale red visage peeking up from the ocean waves , dorsal fins flap and move with the wind. lipless mouth spreads wide into a smile. the shifting waves give only hints of her large form / eight long tentacles , barbed / curling and stretching. languid , and with ease does her torso stretch up upon the rim of the boat.
❛ nothing is. ❜ ocean fraught with danger and the unknown , but nothing quick so fearsome than what can be found in the dark recesses of the depths. where no light ban reach / where creatures grow bigger and more fearsome. all in the name of survival. and the creature from hell should be considered one of them.
♡ A IN - ZE.
Your smile is warm and loving, your eyes twinkling with mirth as you kneel by her side, leaning over to press a kiss to her forehead, careful not to disturb your child. ‘Oh how the mighty amazon princess is so tragically vanquished’, you murmur, stroking your fingers lightly over the back of the babe’s head, feeling fine, dark hairs under your fingers. You look down at them both, your lower lip caught between your teeth as you smile, and you breathe, ‘here, let me’.
You gently scoop your child up into your arms, settling beside Diana as you adjust Minerva against your chest. She makes a quiet, gurgling sound, settling against you, tiny hand still gripping Diana’s finger. You smile, and whisper, ‘I can certainly understand why she doesn’t want to let go of you’.
the mighty amazon has fallen. struggling under such light weight. but does not dare move and disturb their child. would remain here indefinitely should she have to. but it seems luck is of diana’s side , she is saved ! the burden lifted with care. minerva does not even seem to notice , only shifting to more comfortably rest against the new form. small hand still grips at the mighty warrior and she does crumble at the sight.
❛ i cannot seem to let go of her either. ❜ truly a weakness , but one she does not mind having. so grateful for the life she have been able to bring into this world , to share such beauty with alura. ❛ either of you. ❜
“If you stay in this dimension too long your body’s gonna disintegrate. Do you know how painful that will be, Peter Parker? You can’t imagine… And I, for one, can’t wait to watch.”
♡ L LUTHOR.
You smile at her, those instinctive smiles you haven’t bothered to hide. There’s no need to feel embarrassed, no need to wonder what Diana thinks when she can’t see your face, and you’ve long stopped questioning why you smile so often around her. ‘Come sit with me’. You take her hand, tugging her down onto a couch to sit beside you, wanting her close as you flip through your bag. Brigid tumbles out and leaps onto Diana’s lap, her purring growing louder as she settles against the woman’s hand.
The sight makes you smile, and you find the records you’d brought with you. ‘I found some old records among my things. It occurred to me it’s been years since I’ve danced with anyone’. You touch her shoulder, and then lean lightly against her. ‘I don’t suppose you’d care to dance?’
settle so easily into her presence , bastet warm against the amazon’s lap and lillian by her side. raven head tilting to the side as she hears the other moved around , shift through bags. questions quick to tongue. but curiosity will quickly be sated. the request comes as a surprise , not something she expected to come from the luthor , but no less wanted.
❛ i think it has been quite some time for me as well. ❜ there is not oft the time for such things , especially now. and she is in the need for some frivolity. some fun. ❛ if you can forgive me for possibly having two left feet currently , i would love to. ❜ seeks out lillian’s hand , taking it within her own. a gentle squeeze applied to the limb.
♡ M BEAULIEU.
IS THIS PUNISHMENT? retribution called upon by the false god to chastise a beast for a lack of obedience, for a reclaiming of her mind. she let them go again. amidst the blur of horrific imagery of intent, she had found them to be as they were : victims, hunted rather than the hunter. they were not there to bleed the divinity from her flesh and harvest the horn upon her crown, so she let them go. they were supposed to die, it wanted them to die. this was not the first of punishments inflicted for her refusal, but the first one of them were involved.
she is bestial - curdling screeches that reflect off the foliage, harrowing sobs that echo much akin to a morbid lullaby. fight blooms from the bones of a docile soul, claws buried in ground and lashing blindly behind shoulder blades to ward off the little pig. the words spoken from mouth unseen as lost to a child of the forests, one that lacks the exposure to the two - legged ones. what the pig has said is irrelevant, all that exists is desperation to escape frigid grip. and like a petulant mare, the creature of bucking her head back, the jab of horn intended to dissuade rather than pierce.
she follows orders like a good little apprentice. a vile / foul creature that snarls and bites at the hand that feeds. this was a game and amanda was always going to come out on top , or risk death. so she fights and does as she’s told. it wants people to die / to feel pain and fear / to fail. she is good at making people fail. warping and fixing the game to her will , making her unstoppable. she is a feral thing.
and while all powerful , amanda is still just a young woman , frightened and terrified , just trying to survive. and this is how she survives now. killing. turns out she is good at it. the slip of flesh upon a hook or the hot rush of blood as it spills from a sliced throat. there is only death for the victims here / for amanda / the pig / and her there is only suffering and struggle. and now , she is a part of it. she uses one arm to push away the the horn , knowing the damage it could cause : and amanda does not want to suffer today. any loss will be punished.
❛ stay the fuck down ! ❜ angry , it shakes her voice. ❛ you fucked up. deal with it. ❜ is that not what she tells herself every day ? just deal with it. another shove for good measure against the other woman. harsh and unyielding.
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@celestieu sent : softly nuzzles cheek to arm , chittering a small and affectionate purr.
tender hum does echo up from her throat. slow , haunting lullaby , all that she knows and transcends language. the huntress / the bear does not speak the common tongue , does not care for it. but does not need words. she tilts her masked head to the side , black / inky eyes staring back from behind the features of a rabbit. scarred mouth bent into the barest smile. considering the woman , fingers play in ivory hair while her other hands clenches around the handle of a hatchet.
perhaps it is through the loss of her mother that anna / the bear clings to such protective instincts. one should always fear the predator with something to protect. murmurs of affectionate terms in thick russian , it is a relatively quite moment in the entities realm.
♡ L LUTHOR.
‘The same could be said of people’, she murmurs, ‘at least I certainly hope so’. She takes a seat beside Susan, watching the fondness in her expression with a warm feeling swelling in her chest. She laughs softly at her words, finding herself, as always, riveted beneath the intensity of Susan’s gaze. ‘You carry cat treats? You continue to surprise me’.
There’s nothing about Susan that doesn’t surprise her, from the woman’s presence in her life to the truth of her nature, and how easily she became part of her life. She smiles at her, and murmurs, ‘do you carry sweets, too?’
❛ it could. ❜ though humans do have the unfortunate ability to inherited traits from their past generations / death becomes a family business / quite often people are lucky enough to not turn out like their fore fathers. she does hope her intent comes across , that she shares the same belief as lillian. a nod of her head given along with a smile , slipping into quick explanation. ❛ one should always be prepared. and i have come to realise there are some quite demanding creatures and it is all the more safer to give into their demands. ❜
the demands of a gentle house cat should never be ignored. but it seems susan has fallen short when it comes to meeting the needs of the humans around her / one woman in particular. does endeavor to be better prepared. ❛ i fear i only have room in my pockets for treats. but i could always use more pockets. ❜
@hcretics sent : i love you , and i love you , and i want to find out what that means together.
blush quick to rise / colouring cheeks with a tinge of pink. blonde head ducked as fingers rub against the shaved back. the smile he gives is shy as something warm and comforting blossoms within his chest. love. such a meaningful word and feeling , one that steve sought but some oft unsure of. there comes a trepidation with his appearance / who he is. but felicia had been accepting , continues to be a gift. a chance meeting / growing into something more.
❛ you do ? ❜ not so in disbelief , for steve is too. the words only catching on his tongue , not out of fear , but emotion. constrictions of his chest / lungs. finds his breath snatched away. before steve can finally whisper : ❛ me too. me and you , and i think we’ve got what it takes to figure it out. ❜
@favdream sent : have you been lonely?
it comes as no surprise that hospitals are boring places. sterile , and somehow seemingly far too empty. and jessica is left blind. not even the television strung up in a corner of the room could keep her occupied. nothing to do except keep her eyelids closed underneath the bandages. to not think about there are no eyes for lids to close over.
yet jessica is not helpless / an all powerful red queen / no longer just a teenage girl. something had changed , poured inside her and ignited. lost her eyes but gained something else. neither a fault of addison / a best friend connected together now more than ever. so maybe it is through routine or something more magical , that she knows when her friend is coming. vermillion head turning to the door slowly. she wishes she could see addison. memories much suffice. and while it is only her voice , jessica’s lips are pulled into a smile.
❛ not really. ❜ honest enough , she gets visitors at regular intervals. most continually expressing their sympathies ( while quite repetitive , jessica cannot fault them , she must be in quite a sorry state ) primarily about her injuries. hospitals might be boring places but her friends make it worthwhile. knowing they will not leave her / always be by her side. ❛ but i’m glad you’re here. ————— i missed you. ❜
@janewcy sent : have you been lonely?
it is a delicate balance / betwixt the fear of loneliness and an overwhelming crowd. cannot stand either. both leave the ex borg feeling vulnerable. scared. for there is a terror in becoming one with the borg once more. ache so tenderly to be human / yet lack the ability to do so completely. exist in a limbo / somewhere in between. where she is neither. not human and not borg. and there comes multiple times seven must face this uncertainty. this impossibility. the voyager emptying as the crew are for once able to gain some respite. seven does not follow. for there is the fear of being recognised as borg / knowing and understanding the hate directed towards them.
does try to not let it get to her. time spent in astrometrics / but when the ship is idle there is only so much to scan. thoughts wander. and now with question posed her hands grip too tightly upon the console , knuckles white. seven does try to not let the silence get to her / the sense of being alone. it hurts. to be wrenched from all she had known and thrust into a world so strange. had never learned how to be human , now it is far too late for perfection.
the captain’s voice is a balm. a voice not in seven’s own head / not the monotonous and indistinct voice of hundreds of thousands. no. this is a voice so beautifully unique. and it makes seven smile. relief palatable / thick in the air as her posture relaxes slightly. ❛ yes. but not anymore. ❜
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@amazonluthor sent : i have built a you within me , or you have. i wonder what part of me there is in you.
like each column of the parthenon . built together stone by stone. a tower to a goddess erected and displayed. a place of worship and devotion. the amazon had built such a place inside herself. she wonders what the her looks like inside of lillian. perhaps they have both had hands in the construction. with silver tongue do words spill from cherry red lips.
❛ your heart. for you have taken mine quite easily. ❜ and the amazon keeps it well safe beside her own. with gilded walls and intricate details carved into marble. a temple just for her. one where each day she kneels down and prays / divine / libations given and received in turn. fingers thread through lillian’s brown hair , tucking a stray strand behind her ear. a sweetness / such tender saccharine. ❛ but you have become so much a part of me , it is hard to tell where one of us ends. we are two parts of a whole. ❜