#anah threads.

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@harerazor liked for a muse roulette one-liner & got anah!

❝ are you alright, love? you look exhausted... where were you? ❞

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@curseyeds liked for an oc & got anah!

THEY SIT ON A PARK BENCH, too close and too far for comfort, a world of broken trust between them. it has taken everything in her — every ounce of courage, every bit of pride swallowed, every fear of rejection shoved aside — to come here today. what do you do when every lie you've told and every secret you've kept lay shattered at your feet?

silence, for a long time. she's done her best to compose her face, but somehow kismet has grown to know her; there is so much swimming beneath the surface that not all of it can be swallowed back. ❝ so ... i owe you about a thousand explanations. ❞

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@favorskill / halloween starters!

❝ TRICK OR TREAT. ❞ A FELINE GRIN at falkner's door. anah's catsuit is all buckles and cutouts, pitch-black, though it seems she's pinned small white envelopes to it in several places, each enchanted to be addressed to the viewer. she presses closer, kisses him on the nose. ❝ can you guess my costume? ❞

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look how pretty you are when you're about to come. (keturah for anah)

melt into me. / selectively accepting

AND SHE IS A SIGHT, perfectly composed on the outside with a glimmering smile, but as she and keturah walk side-by-side across the crowded floor, the subtle way she squirms tells the other woman all she needs to know.

whoever invented panty vibrators simultaneously needs a raise and a slap across the face. it's evil. she loves it.

it doesn't become a real problem until keturah discreetly ups the vibration level and anah stiffens, bites the inside of her cheek to try in vain to stifle the sudden swell of heat in her core.

fuck. fuck. she can't come in a room full of people, they'll know something's up. at best, they'll think she's insane.

instead, face flushed and sweat glimmering across the exposed curve of her neck, she takes keturah's hand and ducks down a hallway until they're at the very least out of the other guests' line of sight. only then does the smile drop as she presses her back against the wall and pulls keturah into a deep, needy kiss. and it's hard — it's so hard to keep her mouth shut when she nears that peak, so she muffles a soft whine into the other woman's mouth and comes with a full-body shudder, her knees damn near buckling with the force of it in these wobbly-ass stilettos. ❝ you're so mean, ❞ she whispers against keturah's lips when the orgasm finally subsides, her face aglow, breaths heaving in her chest. ❝ i'll get you for this. ❞

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@spiritcrown liked for an oc & got anah!

❝ HEEEEY, LONG TIME NO SEE, LOVE! ❞ SHE calls, sidling through the crowd until she's reached the bar where a kind-looking woman stands, seemingly solitary with her drink. sweat prickles the back of her neck. she isn't much taller than the stranger, only three or four inches, which hopefully means her sudden and enthusiastic appearance won't intimidate her too much. hopefully.

out of the corner of her eye, she sees the creep that won't leave her alone making a beeline towards them — something tells her it's her fault for wearing such a flashy outfit, the red satin bustier glimmering under the dimlights of the bar — and stopping, just at the edge of the crowd. ❝ found her, ❞ she calls over, clearly a little nervous. ❝ thanks for keeping me company until then, byyyee! ❞ and fully turns to pasha, the faux-demure smile on her face dropping. is he still there? she mouths once her face is turned away. please say no please say no.

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@nightsbloom ( keturah ) liked for an oc & got anah!

❝ HEY, I REMEMBER YOU. ❞ ANAH SIDLES INTO THE seat next to keturah at the bar, still covered in glitter from the last party she bar-crawled from. face alight and flushed with alcohol, bright eyes search the other woman's face for any microexpressions or body language that might indicate what mood she's in — and how she reacts, on a less-obvious level, to her sudden presence. her voice is on the deeper end, somewhere between husky and singsong.

this isn't her city, but it's welcomed her all the same — she would expect nothing less from herself. anah knows how to make a splash. ❝ we did a photoshoot together for the influencer issue of ELLE last month. it's keturah baptiste, right? anah tannar. i don't believe we were properly introduced before. ❞

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"a kiss on the forehead as the other sleeps." (pernaps.... kismet/anah bc i miss them)

kiss & tell. ACCEPTING

ANAH WAKES BEFORE SUNRISE. it's inevitable, with her the way she is: if there was ever a time in her life where she trusted people farther than she could throw them, not a soul knows about it. in fact, staying the night at all was a mistake.

somewhere along the line, when sex work blurred into a less transactional relationship she doesn't understand, anah slipped into the dangerous habit of comfort. sleeping atop falkner, listening to the augments in his chest as they thrum a quiet body song. lying with him on a rainy day, talking for hours, sneaking chocolate oranges into his pantry while he isn't looking.

somewhere along the line, she began to care.

and it's a mistake, she knows this. it's wrong. she exists to manipulate, to deceive, to seduce. she takes advantage of the weaknesses in men's hearts and binds them to her, and it keeps her safe, because if she controls everyone else then no one else can control her. she does not exist for soft and fragile things like this. ( deep down, she knows she doesn't deserve them. )

so, as always, she leaves. after slipping into the change of clothes she brought with her just in case, anah crawls back onto the bed and presses a kiss to falkner's forehead — not enough of a disturbance to wake him, but enough to give her some sort of closure on their night together.

the bedcovers still smell like her perfume when she steals away under the earliest threads of dawn.