❤ for your muse, Ardiñipén, to my muse, Ari (who has not yet appeared on this blog, but you know her :p)
oh no…what an angsty scenario, @much-ado-about-whumping 🥲🥲🥲
just for context! - ari is bel’s oc (a viciously delightful werewolf whumper-turned-whumpee) who has been…excessively “punished” raped and tortured for her past crimes. in the timeline of this answer, both dini and ari are safe and rescued but still have a lot of healing ahead <33
Ardiñipén glances up at Ari, half-longing and half-horror shining in her crimson eyes, seeing Ari and knowing her for what she is. She licks her cracked, dry lips as she smells blood hovering around the redhead like a rotting perfume.
“I…you haven’t…broken?” She whispers, hoarse, voice of ash and smoke. “But..you still don’t think you, you-“ She struggles for the word and spits it out like a hot coal.
“Deserve. Don’t think you deserve what those- men, those people did to you. You didn’t…believe.”
Some part of you would not believe their words about you. You would not believe that you were a monster.
Even as she doesn’t know if she should be admiring that, she does. It gives her…something like hope. Hope tastes like blood. Bitter copper on her tongue. But keeping her alive.