#brutebeavty

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    “As long as I have to.”

Hunk tightened his grip on her. His elbow close to her chest. His bayard in his other hand ready to use if things go south. Which he was hoping he wouldn’t have to use on her. The fight with her was making him exhausted. He was practically sweating.

“I don’t want to hurt you. I really don’t.”

@brutebeavty // continued.

[maudlxne]

                                        @brutebeavty continued from X 

                      ❝ I CAN’T sit down there is far too much work to be done. ❞     

         A voice that was FAR too raspy to be normal. At least, for her anyways. Too many all-nighters were catching up to her at this point. Her body felt SICK and SLOW. If there were attacked surely she would be LITTLE HELP in this state. But there was work to be done, there was always work to be done. 

         She was always TRY SO HARD to prove herself. Always pushing herself farther than she should. Taking on most of the brunt of work so the others wouldn’t have to. In a way, part of her wanted to PROTECT the two. That's how she always was when it comes to her team. 

                                      ❝ Besides, I’m almost finished. ❞

         ACXA, you said that three hours ago. 

[maudlxne]

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                          Send 🚸 to meet my muse as a single parent! | @brutebeavty

        Time waits for nobody, no matter how much one may wish it would. Everything can change in the span of a few years. People grow and change in some form of a way. Whether it be for better or for worse depended on them and their actions. 

       She for one had changed due to an unexpected twist in her life. Her son. At first, she wasn't sure she could be a mother. Not with how little parental influence she had growing up. To be responsible for raising a life was. .  .a terrifying process. She still wasn’t sure how she got this far. But, she was learning bit by bit every day. They both would learn together. 

         Cradling the young child in her arms she made her way over to her old friend. The three-year-old kit had his arms wrapped around his mother, holding onto her as he gazed at the much taller woman in a curious manner. 

                              ❝ ZETHID, I would like you to meet my son, ARVIK. ❞

[maudlxne]

Standing under the mistletoe, Zethrid placed a soft kiss on the top of her head.

                                            Mistletoe kiss! | @brutebeavty

         Blue hues closed at the press of the other woman’s lips to her forehead. It was soft and comforting, warm even. It reminded her of days long since passed. Day’s they may never be able to regain but would live long in their memories. 

          Her lips curled up into a meek smile. An action that still felt so out of place on her normally stoic features. Yet, at the same time, it felt oddly at home on her lips. 

           When the press of lips was gone, she gave one of her own in kind. Only able to press her lips to the hollow of the woman’s cheek even while standing on her tippy toes. The curse of being the shortest one out of their group. It was sufficient enough none the less. Praying it wouldn’t leave too noticeable of a purple mark behind due to her lipstick. 

                         ❝ Merry Christmas, ZETHRID. I’m. . . I’m glad you're back. ❞

[maudlxne]

brutebeavty replied to your post:            I’m really really tempted to make an...

All the shenanigans!!!!

    // Ezor would be shenanigans really. I love her to death she is such a carefree muse really. 

[maudlxne]

                                         @brutebeavty Continued from X 

                                                        ❝ . . . ❞

    Sorry, but it looks like she doesn’t believe you, making at all the more obvious by the way she crossed her arms over the metal chest plate of her armor. Not that she is doubting the injury stairs could cause but that scar seemed a bit out of place for it to be caused by stairs. Or at least, in her opinion.  

                                  ❝ And I’m the EMPRESS of the Galra Empire. ❞

    Sarcasm dripping a bit in her voice even despite the rather blunt expression she bore. 

                                                  ❝ What really happened? ❞

     Or had the poor woman really fallen victim to a flight of stairs?