Characters: Carmen Adela, Jovie Griffon, Tod Jacobs, & Vinita Embranthiri
Pairing: Early Garmen
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The hot summer days were slowly beginning to taper off into cooler temperatures as the group continued on their journey north, though as far as they were concerned, fall couldn’t get there fast enough. Sweating your ass off day in and day out wasn’t exactly anyone’s idea of “fun”.
But then again, neither was freezing.
It was midday, a gentle breeze rustling through the trees surrounding them. They had made it into Oklahoma at last, four or five counties over the Texas/Oklahoma border. During one of their scavenging trips through the dense forest, Tod stumbled upon a dilapidated cabin. From the looks of it, it had been abandoned years before the world had gone to shit. While the building did not prove adequate shelter, they decided to make their camp there. If it was forgotten before, chances were it was still forgotten.
That was the ongoing hope anyway.
“Hey, have either of you seen where Griff went?”
“No, but she did go by like ten minutes ago. She said something about ‘foraging for rations in the wilderness,’ and ‘leading a horse to water.’” Tod snorted and shook his head, peeking an eye open to look up at the woman from his makeshift palette. “Whatever that’s supposed to mean.”
Carmen suppressed a grin, her eyes flickering briefly to Vi’s shaking from, the younger woman trying to keep her giggles quiet. “You know how she is Tod; baby girl thinks she’s the ultimate survivor.”
“Yeah, except she can’t tell the difference between-“
“Yes?”
Tod gulped and laughed nervously, sitting up abruptly. “Just kidding Car! Just kidding. I’m sure Pixie is just fine, she’ll be back here before you know it.”
Carmen smiled slightly and nodded, the unease knotting in the pit of her stomach.
She cared a lot more than she was keen to let on about.
However that was a battle that she lost miserably, especially now.
Thirty minutes later, there was still no sign of Griff, and Carmen was becoming even more worried. She paced back and forth slowly, drumming her fingers on the side of her arm, her eyes flickering towards the trees every fifteen seconds. Tod was still snoozing on his palette, and Vi was tending to the horses. Both of them were seemingly unaffected by the disappearance of their youngest companion, which grated on Carmen’s nerves just a tad more than she expected.
But of course she would never say anything, because she was a stoic, badass woman that pushed petty things like feelings to the back of her mind!
Nobody had time for that.
She should have been back by now.
Something’s wrong.
What if she’s hurt?
What if she’s been kidnapped?
What if she’s been attacked?!
What if she’s de- don’t even think that.
Carmen took in a deep breath and shook her head, continuing her subconscious pace. She had no reason to worry, Griff was fine. She could handle herself, and she knew to be careful. She probably found something interesting or an animal to play with and just lost track of time. She did get distracted easily after all.
Yes, that was definitely it.
An ear-piercing shriek cut through the clearing like a knife, shattering the peace as well as Carmen’s heart. She staggered to a halt, her breath catching harshly in her throat as her eyes darted to the direction the scream came from, tears beginning to well up in them. Tod was on his feet in a flash, Vi appearing next to him just as quickly.
All three of them stood there for a moment, staring at the same tree in disbelief and silence.
“Was that…?”
“Don’t.”
Before another word could be said, a sob ripped itself from Carmen’s throat, the woman dashing towards the figure that had just emerged from the trees. She skid to a halt, barely managing to catch the blonde as she stumbled into Carmen’s arms, the two sinking to their knees to rest in the leaves beneath their feet.
“Griff? Griff honey are you alright? Speak to me, please!”
The younger woman’s eyes were open wide in terror, an unspeakable horror still playing before them. Tremors were making their way through her body, her skin as white as a sheet and clammy to the touch. She gave no indication that she was aware of the others, or that Carmen was frantically trying to check her for injuries, the older woman’s hands shaking and her brow creased in worry.
“I….I couldn’t save her…” she finally said quietly, her voice as rocky as her quaky body.
“Couldn’t save who, baby? Are you hurt? Where’s Mahoney?”
“A group of those things had surrounded her and I couldn’t…..I just watched while…”
“Hey hey Pixie, there wasn’t anything that you could have done so don’t do that to yourself. Are you hurt?” Tod crouched down next to the two, Vi taking it upon herself to keep watch in case any baddies stumbled and grumbled their way. “Did they get to you, Griff?”
She slowly shook her head, horror-stricken eyes still fixated on nothing in particular. “She was so beautiful. Mint condition. Perfectly restored…”
Vi halted her search and groaned aloud, dropping the branch she had in her hand to rest her forehead in it instead. “Oh Lord.”
Carmen stared at the woman before her blankly, Tod falling back in the leaves to laugh uncontrollably in his hands. The older woman paid them no heed, her expression becoming stonier by the second as she glared at Griff, anger boiling just underneath the surface. “A car. You’re talking about a car?”
Griff gasped in horror and clutched her chest, finally snapping her eyes to Carmen’s face, pain and disbelief contorting her own into an agonized frown. “You take that back! A ’67 Shelby Mustang GT 500 is not just a car, it’s anything but that!! My first car…”
“I thought you didn’t even have your license?”
“That is beyond the point, sir!”
“KC wrecked it.” Vi whispered to Carmen, the two glancing at each other quickly while Griff raved on and on about the vehicle.
“It was just beyond that barn out back, nestled all cozy like amid some bushes, the sun glinting off of the paint. Midnight blue, with silver flecks. Just gorgeous.” She snorted and frowned in disgust, everyone watching her dramatic display with interest. “And then a group of those things ambled up out of nowhere and started dancing around it, like they were part of some cult and it was their shrine. They kept getting closer to it, and then AND THEN….” she broke off and sniffed broken heartedly, her entire face pouting. “One of them but a scratch down the side of it, and mucked it up with it’s nasty, icky, gooey, rotting self……then giggled and they all moaned and groaned away. It was awful.”
Up until this point Carmen still had her hold on the blonde, more or less unaware of the fact. Now that Griff had spilled the beans she was all aware of the fact, and now she just needed to get away. Though when she tried to get up, Griffon held on to her hands. “Don’t. I can’t talk right now, I kind of hate you at the moment.”
“Wait, what? Why?” she looked at her in disbelief, her heart sinking slightly. “What else could I have been talking about?”
“A person?” she said matter-of-factly, still trying to get up. “Mahoney?”
“Maho-? Oh no, she’s fine, she’s…” The horse in question ambled up to them, snorting disdainfully at Griff as she passed by, flicking the blonde with her tail. “Oooow. Oh…..aha….” she giggled sheepishly, the reality of the situation finally dawning on her and she shrank back from Carmen, shame seeping into her being. “Shit Carmen, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to….wait a minute!” Griff sat up straight and grinned, an eyebrow arching as her eyes sparkled mischievously. “You were worried about me, weren’t you? You were scared!”
“WHAT?! Me? Scared? In your dreams, baby girl.” Carmen snorted incredulously, finally managing to extricate herself from the younger woman, avoiding eye contact at all costs.
“I thought you weren’t talking to me.” Griff teased. “Hey wait, where are you going?”
“Come on, the scratch might buff out and the good thing about muck is that it can be washed off. Might as well get this over with now, or I’ll never hear the end of this stupid car.”
Griff sprang to her feet in a single bound, squealing excitedly as she dashed off after her, knowing that this was just a way for the two to cope. Even though Carmen hid it well, Griff knew she fucked up horribly, and that was going to tear at her for a while. She didn’t like making anyone upset, least of all Carmen. Griff would be trying her damndest to make it up to her in the following days and weeks, but one thing was for certain.
Carmen was going to get her back for it, one way or another.
Disclaimer: I don't own KoA or any of it's existing characters, because if I did there would either already be another game out by now or the first one never would have ended.
THE FEELS THIS GAME CREATED OMFG.
This is super cheesy, and fluffy, and probably VERY, very, ooc. But dammit we all know me, and we all know this was bound to happen sooner or later.
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“Come, we do not have much further to go. The entrance to Tirnoch’s lair is just up ahead, and Gadflow will be waiting for us.”
The last of the Tuatha lay slain behind them as Alyn turned to lead the way, having finished reliving the tale of Niah’s demise. The assassin was glad that she had no more reason to discuss the event further, or at least that’s what she had thought.
Niah stared after the other woman blankly for a moment, a frown creasing her brow. It was a lot to take in, and if she were to be honest with herself, very unsettling. By all accounts she should be satisfied with the answers she had received, but she wasn’t.
Her elven friend was deliberately leaving something out.
“Wait a moment, Alyn!”
“Come, we don’t have time for talk, we mus-“
“Alyn, stop.”
“We-“ Alyn was cut off mid-sentence, Niah’s hand closing around her wrist to spin her around, bringing the two face-to-face. She swallowed thickly and kept her eyes fixated over the other woman’s shoulder, her breath catching slightly in her throat when she felt Niah’s grip loosen slightly, but did not offer to pull away.
Neither did the red-headed woman.
“What is it?”
Niah studied her dark-headed companion carefully, her gray eyes taking in and observing the other woman’s every movement. She missed nothing, from the lightest stutter as she exhaled, to the way her skin trembled and twitched at their touch. She returned her gaze to the woman’s face, tugging on her arm gently. “You have told me absolutely everything that I needed to know, concerning my death and what I had been. While I still don’t quite understand everything, and I doubt that I ever will, I can’t help but feel that you’re leaving something out. You are leaving what I want to know out.”
Alyn frowned slightly, feeling her heart pound against her ribs, afraid that if this went on much longer she wouldn’t be able to keep her composure. It had been hard enough up until this point, after all. “What do you want to know?”
“What were we, before? What was I to you, and what were you to me?” Niah shook her head and held up a hand as the dark-headed woman began to speak. “Don’t. You and I are more than companions, so do not try and feed me that.”
“I have no-“
“You won’t even look at me, Alyn. You don’t look me in the eye when you speak to me.”
“I watched you die, Niah.” she pulled her arm out of Niah’s grip, immediately missing the feel of the red head’s skin on her own, but she had to try and keep herself together. However the harder she tried, the harder it was to do. “You were dead, and there was no coming back. We both knew that that is how it was to be, that was how Fate had intended it to be, but how……..you can never prepare yourself for that, ever.” Alyn sniffed slightly, regaining her composure after a moment, though when she next spoke her voice cracked and shook. “Whatever we were before, it does not matter now. You can’t remember a thing, so why linger on it?”
Niah sighed sadly and shook her head, feeling her heart break at the sight of the woman before her. She did not like putting her on the spot like this, nor did she like causing her any pain, no matter how hard Alyn tried to hide it. As the other woman turned from her once more, Niah gently took her hand into her own, her gray eyes glued to the ground beneath her feet. “No you are right, I don’t remember much at all, about before.”
“But when there’s one, single, moment of peace……a moment where I can take a step back and just breathe…..when I close my eyes, I can remember some things.” Niah closed her eyes and tilted her head back, squeezing Alyn’s hand as she softly padded forward and snaked her free hand around the other woman’s waist, her trembling fingers skating along smooth skin. “I can remember this. I remember the feel of you, of how your body melds in to mine. I remember the scar along your ribcage, and the ragged burn on your left hip.”
“I remember…” Niah swallowed as she pulled away from Alyn slightly, running the tips of her fingers slowly down the woman’s exposed back, her eyes fluttering under the closed lids. “The curve of your spine, and the way you shudder when the palm of my hand,” she smiled slightly, hearing the other woman take in a sharp breath and pitch forward slightly as her hand stroked over her lower back, tracing the hem of her belt and the depression of her back dimples. “Does exactly that. I remember your scent, Alyn. You smell of leather, and of the earth; of rain and a clear night sky; of mystery and passion. You smell of the woodlands, faint traces of a woody, exotic flower, and the soft grass beneath your feet. You smell of home.”
Alyn felt a tear glide effortlessly down her cheek as she felt the other woman press her nose into the back of her head, Alyn subconsciously leaning in to her touch. There were so many thoughts reeling through her mind in that moment, so many feelings overcoming and overwhelming her. There was too much at stake to put ones needs, desires, and wants first, they could not afford to stray away from their mission now.
Love, was not important.
But in this moment; in this singular, fleeting blink of an eye, it was the most important thing of all. Because if there was nothing left to fight for, nothing to keep alive in these dark times, then all of the grief, death, and sacrifices that the peoples of this land have had to suffer through for so long, would have all been for nothing.
So for a passing moment, a lull in the raging storm, love was important.
“Ni-hnnn...” Soft lips were pressed to hers in a searing kiss, fingers tangling in her dark locks as their bodies moved subconsciously together, Alyn’s arms wrapping around the other woman tightly. She succumbed to the one thing she had wanted to do since she first saw Niah in Arden’s hut, after she had finally realized that she was not dreaming or seeing a ghost. The red-headed dokkalfar would never understand the amount of grief that she had felt in that moment, how deep the despair really ran, and then the overwhelming joy and relief that followed afterwards.
She had been dead.
That was her Fate. She was to stop the rise of Tirnoch, and perish in the process. She had failed, on both accounts. Niah’s death was the only one Alyn grieved over.
But she had come back, and now here they were once again.
“I can’t lose you, not a second time. Not like this. I won’t survive it.”
Niah took the other woman’s face in her hands and brushed the wet tracks from her cheeks, ignoring her own. She pressed her lips to her forehead softly, before kissing her bottom lip. “If I am truly the Fateless One, if I am bound by destiny to write my own fate and rewrite the fate of others, then I refuse to live one without you in it. I will make it my destiny, because that is what you are, Alyn. You told me before, that I had changed. I don’t think I have. I think, that in this second chance of life I was given, that I am simply in control. I have seen the world through new eyes; I have witnessed the kindness of others, the compassion, the strength, along with the evils that follow closely behind with an open mind and a clean slate. I think not knowing what lies before me has helped, too.”
“I am your companion, as you are mine, Alyn. I know that you cannot venture much further with me, but I know that you’ll be there, waiting. I’ve been given a second chance, and I will not let my previous arrogance mess it up this time. And afterwards…..after…..we will figure it all out.”
The dark-headed woman nodded and turned her head slightly, pressing a kiss to the palm of Niah’s head, closing her eyes to hide the pain that had filled them. “I still trust you with the fate of my world.”
Niah smiled and took the woman’s hand in her own, squeezing it gently.
Characters: Brenna Larossa, Constance Macayle, Jasper, Lady Rosalyn
Pairing: Macarenna. EARLY Macarenna!
I don't know about this one, I really don't. But all of those sketches gave me all kinds of feels and since I've been majorly lacking on an artistic standpoint, this happened instead.
I am going to read through it when I'm NOT falling asleep and fix anything that needs to be fixed, but I wanna post it now despite any errors it might have XD
BECAUSE DAMMIT I WROTE THIS FOR AZ AND I'VE BEEN SUPER EXCITED ABOUT IT FOR TWO DAYS 8P
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They had been on the move since early that morning, before the sun had even begun to rise for the day. Mac kept herself ahead of Brenna, never allowing for more than a foot or so of distance to transpire between them; she did this to avoid taking them through any thick brambles or underbrush that would take the warrioress by surprise and trip her, or worse.
At the thought of her companion the rogue smiled softly to herself, directing her attention to the woman behind her. It had been three or four months since they had left their previous home, if one could call a dingy, rundown tavern that. The dwelling had mysteriously caught fire one night and they had all fled, the two getting separated from their other traveling companions.
They hadn’t seen any of them since.
So they decided to stick together, mostly because neither one of them had any set destination in mind. They passed the time in silence mostly, constantly on the move. Some nights they were lucky enough to find an abandoned dwelling or another tavern to camp in, other nights they were forced to camp in the woods. Sometimes they were fortunate enough to find a kind soul that allowed them to stay for a few days. Mac had decided to teach Brenna what she knew about the forest, and how to move swiftly and quietly. In return, Brenna taught Mac how to better defend herself, and how to use both a sword and shield. Neither one of them was too keen on discussing their pasts, but slowly they found bits and pieces out about one another.
And unintentionally, they were growing closer.
There was not a single thing keeping them together, and yet they remained to stay.
Mac was brought back to the present, Brenna swearing quietly as the forest around them erupted into a bright light. The crash that resounded afterward caused both of them to jump slightly, the area lighting up again.
A few moments later, the rain came, along with a premature night.
It came down in torrents, the two getting soaked completely through in a matter of seconds. Mac felt Brenna’s hand close around the fabric of her shirt, and without thinking she reached around to take her hand, holding on to it tightly. “Don’t let go, alright? We’ll lose each other in this if we aren’t careful!” she shouted over the noise.
“I’m not letting go, I promise.” Brenna shouted back, shaking her sopping hair out of her face. “What should we do? Go deeper into the forest or keep going along this path?”
Mac blew water out of her face and shook her head. “We need to find shelter before we either drown or get struck by lightning, that’s pretty much a given.” she sighed and came to a halt in the path, her eyes straining to make out more than just the inky moving shapes around them. A sheet of lightning lit up the landscape and she looked down the path, a massive shape standing out in the distance at the very end. “Let’s keep going this way; I think there’s a building of some kind at the end of the path.”
Instead of responding verbally Brenna simply squeezed Mac’s hand and the two took off, splashing through puddles and slipping slightly on the saturated ground.
“Is everything alright, milady?”
“Do you hear that, Jasper?”
A portly little man stood at the bottom of the grand staircase, a candelabrum held high in his grizzled hand as he looked up at his mistress curiously. He was as round as he was tall and he was missing his left eye, but despite that single mar in his person he had the kindly look of an old grandpa as he studied the woman before him. “Are you referring to the raging storm outside, my lady?”
While she was not as old and wizened as her butler, the lady of the house was indeed an elder. However she had aged elegantly, like a fine wine. She was tall and soft, her every movement fluid and graceful. Her silver hair still held faint traces of the deep red that it once was, and her gentle, blue eyes were as bright as ever. All in all she was a regal sight to behold.
She frowned and shook her head slightly, a small circle of light illuminating the two as she descended the final step, her own candle held high in her hand. “Not just the storm, no. It sounds as though someone were banging on the front door.”
“Who in their right mind would be out in this?!” he asked incredulously, directing his sight to one of the high windows, lightning illuminating the room. “Madam, you are more than likely just hearin-“
“There! Do you not hear it?”
The two fell silent, a series of steady thumps resonating around them amid the howling wind, crashing thunder, and rain lashing at the building encompassing them. Without sparing another moment the two rushed for the heavy oak door, Jasper throwing the heavy bolt to the side and undoing the latches, both of them swinging the door open. “Oh my! Quick, let’s get the poor dears in before they drown! Jasper help her, I think her companion has fainted. Get them in quickly, and go wake Nin, Patsy, and Rose, please. We need more hands. Hello, darling, can you hear me? Can you still walk? We need to get you and your companion beside the fire.”
In her state of exhaustion and shock, all Mac could do was nod. Her body was shivering violently, what little energy she had left slowly draining out of her the more she struggled to help them move Brenna further into the house. She tried to speak, but all she could manage was a gasp.
“Shh, best not to talk, child, save your strength. All will be well, both the Lady Rosalyn and myself will make sure of it.”
Before her world went black, Mac managed to nod her head shortly and stutter a weak, “Thank you.”
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“Oh, brilliant Constance. Way to let your sodding chivalry get the better of you; you should know by now not to stick your nose into places where they don’t belong. Next time you come across the creepy, ominous, silhouette of a mansion in the middle of the night, during the storm of the century, leave it creepy, ominous, and silhouetted.” she huffed as she fiddled with a rather large bow, her neck craned over her shoulder as she attempted to see what it was exactly she was trying to do. Instead of using the large mirror in the corner of the room, she opted to keep her eyes off of it at all costs, as it would just infuriate her further. “Deceptive….manipulative….adorable little…..stout…one-eyed…pouter of a man!” She muttered under her breath, stressing each syllable with a tug on the stubborn ribbon. The pink garment laced up the back, which she had managed to do herself, but she was determined to keep her back covered as much as possible. The bow helped, and luckily there was a shawl that went with the dress
After stalling for as long as she possibly could, Mac finally exited the small room, fairly positive that she was going to be the last person to show up. As she walked down the hall towards the staircase, she made a silent vow to herself: if she made it through tonight in one piece, she was never going to seek shelter during a storm ever again.
Constance Macayle, was not happy.
But when you got right down to it, she hadn’t had any other choice. If they had stayed out in the elements for much longer, they would have surely died.
Brenna, would have died.
That scared her more than the thought of her own demise.
It had taken them both almost a week to recover from their little adventure in the rain, and an additional week before they were rested up fully. The two had suffered from severe exhaustion, and luckily that was it; if they had been out in the storm much longer, they could have caught pneumonia, suffered from hypothermia, or worse. Lady Rosalyn refused to let them leave until they were one hundred and ten percent.
Mac had a sneaking suspicion that the kindly woman was keeping them around simply for the company, as she appeared to have taken on a strong fondness for the two.
If Mac were to be honest with herself, she would have to admit that she’d grown rather attached to the Lady as well. Even if she was a noble.
Jasper had not made it a secret that he adored the pair, which is why he had begged them to stay an extra night, in honor of the Lady’s birthday. She would have been heartbroken if they had left before the party was to take place. The persuasive old goat had even gone as far as sniffing dramatically, explaining how she had no children of her own to celebrate with.
He had even shed a tear.
“Bastard.” Mac muttered under her breath as she descended the stairs, trying hard to stop a grin from spreading across her face at the thought of the elderly man. In truth, she was happy to stay for the party, and she knew Brenna was too, deep down. They both owed these gracious people their lives and they were respectable enough to admit it, even if they grumbled at the very mention of the phrase ‘formal party’.
As soon as she entered the massive dining hall she was pulled into a soft embrace, her tense body relaxing when she realized who it was. “Thank you so much for staying, Constance; for both of you staying. It means the world to me.”
Mac smiled and squeezed the woman gently, the two parting after a moment. “There is no need for thanks, my Lady. We’re the ones that need to be thanking you; I don’t know how we’ll ever be able to-“
“Think nothing of it, my dear. And please, just Rosalyn will do.” Lady Rosalyn smiled softly at the younger woman, nodding to her guests as they passed by and uttered their greetings and well wishes. “Look at you child, you are absolutely gorgeous!”
“Thank you.” she said with a blush, shifting slightly on the spot. Compliments were still something that she was not extremely used to. Mac scanned the crowd for signs of a familiar face, frowning when she could not find it. “Have you…?”
“She said something about needing a drink, and Jasper escorted her to the bar.”
“Thank you, again. Happy Birthday Rosalyn!”
“Do try to enjoy yourself, dear.”
Mac clutched the shawl tighter around her shoulders as she wound her way through the various bodies scattered around the room, her brown eyes constantly on the search for that familiar mane of blonde. She finally spotted her at the back of the room, the warrioress leaning against the wall, a foaming tankard in hand. She frowned at the sight of the beverage, but that soon disappeared once she took the blonde woman’s appearance in fully.
The rogue stopped in her tracks, her mouth going dry and her heart fluttering slightly in her chest. The purple gown that Brenna was in was simply stunning, the garment hugging her figure in all of the right places. It was simple, but elegant.
The entire room disappeared as she kept her gaze locked onto Brenna.
Brenna huffed and grumbled to herself slightly, choosing to keep herself out of the crowd when she could not find Mac. True, she had been happy when both Lady Rosalyn and Jasper had greeted her, but that soon disappeared when she was unable to locate her redheaded companion.
And so she chose to extricate herself from the festivities and find the strongest brew that could be found.
She sighed as she raised the tankard from her lips, her eyes snapping up in surprise when a hand covered the top and pushed the mug down. The incredulous comment she was about to utter died on her lips when she saw who her mystery companion was, the ale in her hand completely forgotten.
“You look…..”
“So do you.” Mac smiled softly, gently tugging on the forgotten tankard Brenna’s hand. “You don’t need this. Not tonight.”
Brenna let the shorter woman take it from her, breath catching in her throat as Mac leaned closer, placing the mug on an empty table next to them. She swallowed thickly as the redhead backed away a step and took her hand. “Shall we dance?”
She studied her for a moment, her eyes flickering to the shawl draped over Mac’s shoulders. “On one condition.”
“Yes? Wa-wait, what are you….” Mac shook her head, a slight frown creasing her brow as Brenna tugged on the garment. She put a restraining hand on Brenna’s arm and tried to back away, but was unable to when the woman curled her arm around her waist, tugging her back. “Don’t. Please.”
“I will dance with you, if you agree to rid yourself of this infernal thing.” Brenna said levelly, her arm still wrapped around Mac’s waist. The stern glint in her eyes softened as she continued to hold Mac in her arms, the look of complete unease and discomfort in the other woman’s eyes taking her off guard.
Mac was always a woman that was very certain of herself. She kept her emotions checked, and remained to be a pillar of strength for the benefit of those around her. She was strong, and stubborn.
To see her like this, so vulnerable and unsure, was very unsettling, and caused Brenna’s heart to break. Of course Brenna knew why Mac was resisting, even if she didn’t know the entire cause behind it.
She smiled slightly and took Mac’s face in her hands, brushing a stray strand of hair behind her ear, her thumb stroking her cheek softly. “You are beautiful Constance, in every way. A few scars on your back do not change that fact one little bit, and if someone chooses to pass judgment on you because of that then they do not deserve to even be in your presence. They do not make you who you are; you make you.”
Mac chewed on her bottom lip slowly, blinking back tears that had threatened to break loose as Brenna’s words seeped in to her. After a moment she hesitantly raised her hand and placed it over the blonde’s, the uncertainty dying on her features as her head nodded slightly. When Brenna tugged on the shawl again, she did nothing to stop her. “You don’t need this. Not tonight.” she whispered.
The redhead watched as Brenna folded the garment carefully in her hands, an eyebrow arching as she finally noticed that her companion was not wearing any shoes. “Really? Barefooted?”
“I agreed to wear this dress, but I was not about to put those infernal things on my feet.”
Mac laughed slightly and shook her head, once again taking Brenna by the hand. “Shall we?”
Brenna squeezed the other woman’s hand and nodded. “Let’s.”
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Mac stood in front of the full-length mirror, staring at her reflection in the dying candlelight. After a moment she slowly turned around and reached for the bow, untying the ribbon and letting it flutter to the ground before she worked on the laces.
How she had managed to lace this thing up by herself she would never know.
She held the loosened garment to her chest and closed her eyes, taking in a deep breath before she looked over her shoulder, her eyes glued to the reflection of her naked back. It was completely scarred up, some of them long and shallow, others deep and jagged in varying degrees and angles. There was a shiny brand on the back of her left shoulder, it the deepest of the burn marks that could be discerned amid the gashes.
This was the first time she had looked at herself in over four years.
Before she could think on things much further and allow the past to consume her mind, the door to her room opened and closed softly, Brenna’s reflection the only thing Mac could focus on. They watched each other for a moment, the blonde settling her gaze onto the scarred flesh of her companion’s back. On their travels together she had seen glimpses of them here and there, but had no idea how extensive they were until now.
She reached a hand out and gently placed it on the center of Mac’s back, stopping when the woman flinched slightly. She only moved closer when the redhead’s body relaxed, placing her other hand on Mac’s right hip. Slowly she traced the planes, ridges, and mars with her fingers, feeling her heart break the deeper the scars ran.
Mac stood there silently, keeping her eyes fixated on the floor as she allowed Brenna to continue her explorations. A jumble of emotions were running through her mind, leaving her to be utterly confused and unsure of what to really feel. A small tear ran down the center of her back and she let out the breath she had been unaware of holding, her body shuddering slightly as she felt a small kiss being placed to her shoulder.
“What happened?” Brenna asked after a lengthy silence.
Mac chewed on her bottom lip once more, her hands still holding the loosened dress to her person. She finally turned around and faced Brenna, raising a hand to swipe the dewy track off of her cheek. “I will be ready to tell you the story,” Mac said slowly, cupping the blonde’s chin in her hand to tilt the woman’s face towards her own, their eyes locking. “When you are ready to tell me why it is that you have to drink so much.”
Brenna searched the brown orbs with her own, an unspoken understanding passing between the two. She nodded her head slightly and, without thinking, closed the distance between them to place her lips upon Macs. An arm curled around her neck as she wrapped her own around the shorter woman’s waist, pulling their bodies flush up against one another, the kiss deepening.
The need for air finally arose and Brenna rest her forehead against Mac’s, her fingers running through the auburn locks.
She swallowed thickly, the unshed tears shining bright in her eyes. No, she wasn't a monster. She couldn't be a monster if she tried, no matter how bad things got.
Be that as it may, in the eyes of many around her she was branded just that, and despite what some may tell her, she had come to believe it with every fiber of her being.
"Ah, well, you know me. I came up with this flawless plan full of my brilliant schemes, unending charm, and unsurpassed wit." she laughed and sat down, worrying at her bottom lip slightly with her teeth.
After a while she sighed and shrugged her shoulders helplessly, looking over at her companion. The confidence she had had mere moments ago completely vanished, replaced by a haunted and searching gaze. "Honestly I don't even really know. My mind just....went completely blank. Is that normal?"
It's probably kinda rushed, and I really jumped the gun, but I have an odd way of developing my characters.
Mostly fluffy, kinda sad; Lotte has a more depressing background than Griff does XD
I'M SORRY BOO I'm not sorry
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It was just after dawn when he heard it, the wintry sun just beginning to creep in through the part in the heavy curtains. The snow had been coming down for three days straight, so the faint trace of sunlight was a welcome break. However the reprieve was lost to Tod as he scrambled out of his cozy bed to clamber to his feet, his brain wide awake once the sound of the bedroom door softly closing had reached him.
So she had been serious when she said she was leaving.
He berated himself for taking it so lightly the night before.
Tod dashed manically around the room, throwing as much warm wear he could before hastily shoving his feet into his brand new snow boots, pulling his heavy jacket on as he left the room in a hurry and practically flew down the stairs. As he wrenched the front door open the thought of Carmen clobbering him later for making so much noise entered his mind and he grinned sheepishly, but he slammed the door behind him regardless and dashed after the retreating figure ahead of him.
“Hey, Lotte!”
“Go back to sleep Tod. I told you last night that I was leaving, this shouldn’t be that big of a shock to you.”
“Why though? Why the rush? Why is it you have to constantly be on the move?” he finally caught up to her and grabbed on to her arm, turning her around so that she had no choice but to face him. “Just talk to me.”
She avoided his eyes, choosing to look across the snow-covered landscape instead as she hitched the strap of her bag up higher on her shoulder. “There’s nothing to talk about, Tod. I’ve wasted enough time as it is.”
“So that’s all we are to you, then? A waste of time?”
“That’s not-“
“Violet.” He stopped her from trying to pull away, taking her face in both of his hands firmly. His blue eyes studied the furrow in her brow carefully, noting the distressed look in her distant eyes. She had a habit of doing this; something he had caught on to pretty quickly. When she finally started to relax and let herself become closer to the others, she would clam up and shut them out. She would throw that cold and distant mask on again, pretend like nothing phased her and she didn’t have a care in the world, until it was ripped off of her again. It was next to impossible for her to ever wear it for long, because she couldn’t fool herself anymore. She cared too much.
The sensation of Tod’s thumbs stroking her cheeks softly caused her to close her eyes for a moment, her breath escaping her in a puff of white as she sighed lightly. “I can’t. I’ve been still for far too long. I need to go.”
“Why? Why do you constantly have to be on the move?”
“My kid is out there somewhere.”
Tod’s jaw dropped and he just stared at her, dumbfounded. “You…..you’re a mom?”
Lotte snorted and turned away from him, a humorless laugh leaving her. “Is it so hard to believe that I could be a mother? Gee thanks, you’re such a charmer, ass.”
Tod regained his composure and dashed in front of her, blocking her path. “Nonono, that’s not what I meant at all, I’m sorry. It’s just….you’ve never mentioned that fact before. You don’t even talk about, uuuuuh…?”
“Her. Faith.”
Tod smiled and discreetly inched closer to the woman in front of him, reaching out to rub her arms when he saw her shiver slightly. He was very aware of the fact that his body was becoming number by the second, the shin deep snow helping that fact along rather well. “That’s a beautiful name. How old is she?”
Lotte swallowed deeply and looked down, feeling the corners of her eyes starting to prickle with hot tears. “She turned fourteen a couple weeks ago. I was hoping to have already had her by then, but…”
“Why wasn’t she with you?”
“Heh.” She shook her head and pulled herself out of Tod’s arms, her demeanor hard once again. She brushed past him, still shaking her head. “I don’t have time to get into this. It’s a long story.”
“Then dumb it down for me. That’s at least one thing you’re good at.” he shot back at her, cocky grin on his face as he watched her stop dead in her tracks.
Lotte narrowed her eyes and smirked, keeping her back to him. She mulled things over for a moment, deciding to take up the challenge, no matter how vulnerable it would make her feel later. “Her ‘father’ had her taken away from me the day she was born. Long story short, I fell in with the wrong group when I was a teenager, after my folks died. I dropped out of school; my grades were great and everything, I just had no desire to go anymore. Met this guy when I was eighteen. He was nice enough. Cute. Pretty charming. We got wasted and wound up sleeping together.”
“When I found out I was pregnant, everything changed. I decided to get my shit together, and stop being stupid. I quit smoking and drinking; I haven’t done either one for almost fifteen years now. I found new friends that had a positive impact on my life. I got my GED and a pretty swell job as a secretary for a high-end attorney in Miami. Started saving up, planning ahead for my baby, yanno? Tried to be the daughter my folks would have been proud of. Six months in I decided to tell the guy, too. It was the right thing to do, and I wasn’t expecting anything from him at all. He just had a right to know.”
Tod kept his eyes glued to her back, chancing a few steps forward. “How did he take it?”
She chewed on her bottom lip absentmindedly, her aquamarine eyes glued to the ice-covered trees ahead of her. “Really well, actually. He told me that I could stay with him, and that he’d take care of me the best he could, if I wanted it. I didn’t need any help, but I figured that maybe if we spent more time together maybe something would spark. I could see myself loving him, and I wanted him to be part of his daughter’s life, too.” She snorted and shook her head, her brow furrowing. “Should have known it was too good to be true. I held her for maybe an hour after I delivered, then that bastard shot me up with something and told the doc I had a drug problem. I was declared an unfit mother, he was granted full custody, I got sent to jail for two years, and I barely got to see her. Monitored visits every second weekend of the month at first. When I got out six months early for good behavior and the promise to go to rehab I got her for a couple hours every weekend. When she turned ten the court granted me partial custody, and I could have her for three months out of the year. Thirteen, and I got her half of the year. I’ve been fighting for her for the entirety of her life, and when she told the judge she wanted to live with me, they denied it.”
“Why though? Why did he….”
“He’s a neurosurgeon that practiced in Miami. Turns out, he was also married and a multimillionaire in the state of Washington. Everything was kept hush hush, for his poor reputation. Fed his wife some bullshit lie about saving Faith from a broken home. That’s why I had no chance in anything, plus there was no witness. Aside from the nurse that was with me. She tried to testify on my behalf, but it was thrown out. He got everything that I’d saved up for Faith, and then some. I guess he figured he would bite me in the ass before I tried to do the same thing. Not that I was going to.”
“There was a witness but it was thrown out? Why the fuck for?”
“She was nervous. He’d threatened her if she said anything, and she did it anyway.”
“Is she….?”
“Yeah, at least the last I had heard she was. Now though….”
Tod threw caution to the wind and wrapped his arms around her, bringing her back snuggly against his front, pleased when she didn’t pull away. “Where is she now?”
Lotte sighed and leaned in to him, dimly aware of the fact snow was starting to seep into her boots. “Seattle. Or at least, that’s where I hope she is.”
He stared at the back of her head in disbelief, not even about to figure out the miles this woman had traveled. “And you lived in Florida?!”
“I was waiting on the plane from Miami to Florida the day the world went to shit.” She sighed and pulled out of Tod’s embrace, again. “Which is why I have to keep moving. There’s no telling who she’s with, where she’s at, if she’s….” she swallowed again and shook her head, turning around to face Tod. “And if he’s still alive, he won’t be once I get to him. I can promise you that.”
“I am not letting you go Lotte. Not like this, if the cold doesn’t do you in the wind will. Come back and talk to Carmen and Griff about it.”
She brushed his hand off and backed away, frowning. “Don’t make this any harder than it has to be, Tod. If you care about me, at all, you’ll let me go.”
“And if you care for me at all,” Tod countered, grabbing on to her arm once more, his eyes boring into hers. “Or the others, you will come back to the house with me right now.”
Lotte shook her head, eyes once again glassy with unshed tears. “That’s not fair. You know I do.”
“And you’re being fair?” he said angrily, once again taking her face in his hands. “You don’t have to do this alone, Violet. You have been long enough. Let us help you. Let me help you.”
“And risking putting the kids in danger?”
“They’re in enough danger as it is. We all are babe, that’s life. We will figure something out, and I know both Carmen and Griff will jump all over this.”
“Tod-“
He cut her off by claiming her lips with his own, the pads of his thumbs brushing away the tears that had managed to spill onto her cheeks. After a moment he broke away from her lips to rest his forehead against hers, a small grin on his face as he felt her fingers run through the short strands of hair on the nape of his neck. “I am not letting you go, and you’re not doing this alone. Got it?”
“Alright.”
“Good. Now, we can do this one of three ways;” he said with a grin, taking his hand in hers and planting a kiss to the back of it. “One, you willingly come back to the house with me. Two, I sling your ass over my shoulder and I carry you back. Or three, we wait out here and freeze until Carmen comes to yell at me for making so much noise running after you. Your choice.”
Lotte laughed and shook her head, following Tod as he tugged on her hand. “If you think for one second that I would let you sling me over your shoulder, you’ve got another thing comin’.”
“Don’t think I wouldn’t do it. If I hadn’t gotten you talked down in the next five minutes I was gonna do it regardless.”
“Uh-huh. You just didn’t want Carmen to come chew your ass out in the cold.”
“Damn straight. Hey, yanno, I never realized you were that much olde-ooooooooow…..”
“If you value your fingers I would really think on if it’s really all that wise to finish that sentence or not.”
“I’ll show you what’s wise or not.” He pulled the bag off of her shoulder and lunged at her, Lotte squealing and attempting to dodge out of the way, but he was one step ahead of her. He slung her over his shoulder, her hands pounding playfully at his rump as he carried her back towards the house, laughing his triumph aloud to the sunny winter morning.
This is why I shouldn't have Garmen feels while watching horror/thriller flicks.
And yeah there are probably errors, I haven't talked myself into rereading it to edit yet.
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They had been positive that this area was safe; that they had cleared out all of the remaining walkers. It took them three days to do it, and even then there hadn’t been many to deal with.
There hadn’t even been a mass sighting in months.
They weren’t even really prepared for it when it did happen. They had all been out of the house, enjoying the nice spring day. The winter had been a hard one, the children cooped up inside for the bulk of the season.
But they had let their guard down.
They were living too easy, the attacks too far and few between. That fact reassured them and gave the false pretense that they were safe.
But the truth was they would never be safe.
Ever.
Not until a cure was found.
The group that attacked them wasn’t overly large, but they were outnumbered about five to one. They weren’t even properly armed; all four had a combat knife apiece, maybe three pistols, and one rifle. They had been in the local park, playing with the kids on the equipment there. Their laughter is what more than likely drew them out of hiding.
Lotte and Vi were cut off from the others, the two drawing half of their unwanted company away towards the opposite end of the park, Lotte tossing their extra pistol to Tod.
The kids screamed in terror, clinging to their parents as the adults tried to get them to safety, Tod putting the pistol to good use.
“If we can make it too the trees we might stand a chance!” he yelled over the shots.
“Don’t talk, just shoot!”
“There’s no time for that!” Griff shouted, picking their son up and passing him off to Tod. A shrill yell reached her ears and she swung around, her heart stopping. Their little girl had tripped, Carmen bending to help her back up, three of the creatures almost upon them.
Griff saw red, her world stopping as she grit her teeth and threw herself onto the nearest one, successfully knocking it into the other two. She fought with tooth and nail, both the knife and the pistol forgotten as she tried to move the walkers away from her family. She screamed out in pain, rotting teeth sinking in to her outstretched arm. Her hand closed over the hilt of the blade, ripping her arm out of the decaying mouth as she rolled them over, stabbing it in the head, ears deaf to her name being screamed. Teeth sank into her shoulder and she yelled out again, headbutting the walker in question before stabbing it between the eyes.
Her vision was cloudy and her body was burning, but she got to her feet, finding the pistol as two more came upon her. She saw Carmen in the midst, their daughter in her arms. “God damnit Carmen get the fuck out of here! Get them out of here!”
“I’m not leaving you here!”
“You have to just go!”
Griff yelled out and brought her bitten, bloody, and shaking arm up, taking out the snarling creature closest to her love before moving on to the next. She took out four more before she collapsed onto the ground, her world starting to go black.
Lotte and Vi had made it back to them, finishing the rest of them off with Tod as Carmen crashed to the ground next to Griff, bringing the blonde’s head into her lap. “Griff? Griff baby, wake up. Wake up!”
The blonde coughed and fought to open up her eyes, her misty blues locking on to the horror stricken face of Carmen. “Is everyone ok?”
Carmen nodded her head and smoothed the blonde stained hair out of Griff’s face, fighting hard to keep her emotions at bay. “Yeah, everyone is ok.”
“Good.” Griff smiled weakly, her eyes fluttering shut momentarily before she forced them open again. “You have to promise me that you won’t let me turn into one of the-“
“Don’t. Don’t do this to me, don-“
“Shh, shh hey, hey,” she raised her uninjured arm to the side of her lover’s face, brushing the first tear away as it ran down her face. “It’s going to be ok, baby. You know, it’s better this way.”
“Don’t say that!”
“I mean it. I wouldn’t survive without you. But you? You’re strong.” she pressed a kiss to the back of her hand, her body starting to shake. “You’re a survivor. And I know….I know you’ll take care of them. Of all of them. C-Carmen pr-promise me.”
“Jovie-“
“Promise!”
Carmen took in a deep breath and nodded, keeping her tight hold on Griff, the younger woman’s body burning up. She chanced a look around, seeing that Tod, Lotte, and Vi had taken the kids away from the park. “I promise. I promise baby, I won’t let you transform into one of those things.”
Griff smiled weakly and closed her eyes, her breathing becoming fainter by the minute. “That’s my girl. Now, do it….fast. I don’t think I’m…”
Carmen squeezed her eyes shut, feeling the pistol being pressed into her hand. She swallowed the nausea back, gently moving out from underneath Griff. She pressed a kiss to her forehead, tears escaping her closed lids to fall onto the paling woman’s skin. She sniffed and crouched on one knee, pulling the hammer back on the small gun in her hands. “I’m sorry.” she said softly.
Griff chuckled weakly, a harsh cough ripping out of her lungs not long after. “Don’t be. It’s ok love, it’s ok. This is life. I’ve been lucky to have made it this long, because of you. It was my turn to save you this time.” she smiled over at the older woman, her blue eyes watery and red-rimmed.
Carmen choked out a slight sob, her brow furrowing in grief no matter how hard she tried to fight it as she looked at her dying friend.
Her best friend.
Her lover.
Her life-long companion.
Her wife.
Even now, Carmen was shocked at how serene and peaceful the younger woman looked. She stilled her shaking arms, both hands gripping the pistol. “You had already saved me, Jovie. I love you baby girl.”
“I know.” Griff said quietly, a smile on her lips and tears running across her face. “I love you too, my darling.”
After the last syllables drifted from her lips, her blue eyes closing forever, Carmen pulled the trigger.
The shot echoing off of the trees and her cries of sorrow were the only sounds that emitted from the park on that bright, spring day.
-o-
Carmen woke with a start, her body covered in a sheen of cool sweat, sobs ripping themselves out of her chest. She felt the soft hands on her face before the voice reached her ears and she responded automatically, curling into the body beside her, her arms wrapping tightly around it.
Griff ran a hand soothingly down Carmen’s trembling back, her other hand wrapped stroking her disheveled hair softly. “Shh, shhhh it’s alright. Carmen baby, it’s alright; it was just a dream.” she peppered the exposed shoulder with kisses, the older woman’s sobs breaking her heart.
“I just….I just need to feel you.” Carmen whispered against her neck, rolling Griff over to rest her body over the smaller woman’s. “I need to know you are here.”
The blonde took her face in her hands as Carmen claimed her lips, swiping the tears off of her cheeks as they escaped her closed lids. Carmen broke away from her lips to trail them down her neck, her hands pulling her shirt off to the left. She placed a kiss above her left breast before pressing her ear to it and sighing deeply, the sound of Griff’s heartbeat soothing her.
Griff wrapped her arms around the calming woman, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. “I’m right here, and I’m not going anywhere.” She said quietly.
“Do you promise?”
“On my life.”
With that the two drifted back to sleep, the tremors and sobs that wracked Carmen’s body finally dying off, the feel of Griff underneath her, heart beating steadily in her ear, comforting her.
They would make it through this.
They were going to survive.
All of them.
But for now, they were going to sleep. One void of horrid dreams that preyed on their deepest and darkest fears.
Autolatry, Basorexia, Lygerastia and Druxy, your favourite pairing- otp- w/e
AMG gonna really have to step up my game omg XD
Autolatry - the worship of one's self
Isabela stretched as she descended the stairs to the docks, murmuring happily as her back popped and crackled in places. Stifling a yawn she gazed around at her surroundings as she came to the last step, spotting the object of her affection a few yards ahead of her.
She smiled slightly as she grew nearer, the rogue holding a handful of flower petals, her eyes riveted to the large statue in front of her. As she stood next to her, Isabela could see even more of the petals around and on the statue. She sniggered quietly and eyed the woman next to her. “What on earth are you doing?”
"Isn’t it obvious? I am worshiping this mighty statue of myself!" She tossed the petals in her hand up in the air, a goofy grin plastered to her face. "Isn’t magnificent?! It looks just like me, from the ginormous helmet that covers my head down to the heavy, clunky, boots. The resemblance is just uncanny, Izzy; Finetia Hawke in stone!” She grinned slightly and elbowed the cackling Rivani in the ribs lightly, the sarcasm finally out of her voice. “What was the point of this, honestly? It could be anyone. Besides, it’s just a stupid bloody statue. I didn’t need it, nor did I want it.”
Isabela finally got her mirth under control and wrapped an arm around the disgruntled woman’s waist. “Oh come off of it sweet thing. You did deserve more than just a great hulking statue though. It’s not very flattering.” She kissed Fin’s cheek softly and pulled her towards the stairs. “Lucky for me I have the real flesh-and-blood woman all to myself!”
Fin blushed and followed, shaking her head slightly. “Isabela, flattery will get you everywhere with me.”
"I know."
Basorexia - an overwhelming desire to kiss
It was night, the group deciding that they had done enough traveling for one day. That area was like much of the unfamiliar wooden terrain they had come across, they weren’t sure as to where they had actually wound up, but were glad that it was fairly secluded.
There was no telling what else was in these woods with them.
They were pretty sure that they hadn’t made it out of the state though, the humidity was still awful during the day. But since the sun had gone down, and the stars now peppered the sky, it was bearable.
They made a small fire, hoping that they wouldn’t draw too much attention to themselves. The living could be about as bad as the undead that outnumbered them, if not worse. They managed to make a fairly enjoyable dinner out of the meager rations they had, and now the four sat around the fire, swapping stories and jokes.
Carmen sat back in her chair, watching the small woman next to her with a faint smile on her face. No matter how long they had all been together, or what they had gone through, it always amazed her at how happy Jovie could be.
Or at least how happy she passed herself off as being.
The older woman watched her as she threw jokes back and forth to Tod and Vi, the pixie of a woman giggling helplessly, sometimes telling a story to go along with the joke she had just told. The firelight bounced off of them, throwing them into partial light. Carmen’s roving eyes settled on Griff’s smiling mouth, an overwhelming urge to kiss her washing over her as intense as the fire in front of them.
Griff opened her mouth to say something, but whatever it was forgotten as an arm curled around her shoulders and a mouth descended on to her own. She flipped Tod the bird as he sniggered loudly, her hands moving to Carmen’s face as said woman pulled her into her lap.
"Well hello to you too, gorgeous." Griff panted as her lips were finally released, Carmen smiling against her throat. They were both vaguely aware of the other two leaving; Tod saying he was going to take first watch, Vi yawning and telling them all good-night.
Griff kissed Carmen’s bottom lip and smiled, wrapping her arms around her neck. “Is something wrong?”
She shook her head and smiled, content. “Nope. I just wanted to kiss you.”
Griff rest her had on Carmen’s chest and squeezed her, the two comfortable enough to drift off in front of the fire in the chair.
Until Tod came to scare them out of it, that is.
Lygerastia - the condition of one who is only amorous when the lights are out
"Why is it," she asked breathlessly, shuddering as the cool air in the dark room came into contact with her heated flesh, clothes thudding to the floor as another body settled comfortably on top o hers. "That every time we do this, the lights have to be off? Are you afraid to see me naked?"
Sybil snorted, stopping her roving hands as she looked at the woman beneath her. “Mara, seriously? You’re really asking me that?”
Mara arched slightly at the feel of soft hands outlining her ribcage, breath catching in her throat as lips stroked her collarbone. “I-it’s….I’m not complaining, but it’s like you’re afraid of something. And why do you always keep your shirt on?”
Sybil sighed and moved off of Mara slightly, her head resting in her hand as she gazed down at the woman, stroking the side of her face slightly. “It’s got nothing to do with you, alright? So put that out of your head.” She faltered, unease washing over her. A slight smile graced her lips as Mara rose a hand to push a stray strand of hair out of her face, her thumb stroking her cheek softly. “There….there are just certain things, about me, that I’m not ready to show you. Not just yet, alright? I’m not comf-“
Mara silenced her with a kiss, rolling them over deftly. She knew that she was referring to the scars all over her back; she had felt them through Sybil’s shirt once. It did not bother her one little bit that she was “marred” in any way, not at all. As far as Mara was concerned, Sybil was the most beautiful thing ever. But, she did not want to cause her discomfort or any shame at all.
"When you are ready, then." Mara said softly, kissing Sybil’s arched neck and pinning her arms above her head at the same time.
She would wait for as long as she needed to for this woman.
Druxy - something which looks good on the outside, but is actually rotten inside
"Maddi…" Aveline said wearily, rummaging around in her pack for a bottle of water and an apple. "How many more apartments are we going to look at? We must have gone through thirty just today!"
Madeline chuckled and flipped through the paper in her hand, missing the glare that the ginger had thrown her way. “I’m sorry love; is it wrong that I want to find a nice place for you?”
Aveline huffed and smiled slightly, finally finding what she had been looking for. “No, I suppose there isn’t. I’m just tired, and hungry.”
Maddi folded up the paper and sat down on the bench next to Ave, the two ignoring the hustle and bustle of the city around them. She put her arm around her shoulder and kissed her temple lightly. “I know, dear. Just one more place, then we will go eat, and we’ll be done for the day. Alright?”
"You promise?"
Maddi took the water that was handed to her and took a swig, nodding as she swallowed. “Scout’s honor!” She eyed the apple in Aveline’s hand, her stomach rumbling audibly. “That is probably the reddest apple that I’ve ever seen in my life. How does it taste?”
Aveline eyed her and smiled mischievously, bringing the fruit closer to her mouth. “I don’t know, I haven’t had a chance to taste it yet.” She giggled as Maddi made to snatch it away from her, both of their hands colliding and knocking the fruit to the ground, hitting a rock with a juicy THUD.
"Aww look what you did!"
"I beg your pardon?!" Aveline said incredulously, picking the apple up and rinsing it off with their remaining water. "Here look, it almost split in two."
As Aveline pulled the ruin fruit apart they stared down at it in horror, noses wrinkled in disgust. The inside was completely rotten to the core and smelled absolutely awful. They both ‘eeeeeeewed’ in disgust and found the nearest waste bin, chucking it disdainfully inside.
"Urgh, I hope that’s not some kind of indicator that the next place we-"
"Don’t even say it Madeline Hawke or I will…."
Whatever Aveline was going to threaten to do was forever forgotten as the two set off for their next destination, the red head giggling slightly as the raven haired woman kissed her soundly.
