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{ hhhawke }
"So. We have a problem." Her tone is worrisome. Laced with a hidden agenda, though it isn't new for Ada to approach Hawke with a problem -- might just want to assume this one is tipping the bucket. And almost as a confirmation
"A templar problem."
[ TAKES A DEEP BREATH. THE LAST OF US. STABS SELF ]
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Special Note: first off: fuck you. Second: fucking amazed that it took us this long to start interacting except I really, really, really miss seeing you on Ellie, but whatever Marian’s a little shit and I get a shit eating grin whenever I see you post on her, especially when you pick on Carver. Cause Hawke making Carver’s life miserable is the best. One of my favourite peeps on tumblr, yo.
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Special Note: Your Hawke and Eb are total sibling and I luff it, you're such a chill person and all the crazy shenanigans that we have make me smile. I need more Ebony pushing Hawke into a lake in my life okay?
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14. My muse will feed yours to rabid dogs.
”I prefer cats, myself.”
One leg swung — casually, idly — kicking back and forth as it lay draped from the table on which she sat, accompanied by the light hum vibrating from her throat.
”Cleaner. Quieter. More independent.”
Lips remained curled at their corners, a grin to rival many in terms of bliss — a true sense of euphoria consuming her mind and all thoughts within. Aye, a grand time this night had become, each and every task falling into line appropriately, and in such a timely manner. Should she finish up with this job soon, perhaps she would make it home in time for her shows —
“But dogs — dog ‘ave this advantage, you know? Cats are tiny,
or, the ones allowed as pets are. I ‘aven’t the patience to go
through the paperwork required for those beauties — the exotic
ones. Dogs serve their purpose well enough, I suppose.”
Gracefully — almost describable as daintily — she hopped from the table, from one foot to the next, each step a perfect balance of her weight and form from years of perfection burned into her skull.
“Do you like cats? Or dogs?”
There was indeed an answer, though whether or not the words muffled against fabric was a true answer or not would remain unknown, for she’d no mind to remove the gag from it’s positioning. Instead, she merely dropped to her knees before the bound woman, taking her chin — slick with the saliva escaping her gag — in hand and tilting her head this was and that, examining her every angle.
“My Boss doesn’t like dogs, Mrs. ‘awke. ‘e owns several but — ‘e just forgets to feed the damn things. These boys —” Emilie turned the woman’s chin to face the snarling mutts, caged and snapping, their ribs clearing outlined under short fur. “—they ‘aven’t ‘ad a decent meal in weeks, if I am to believe as told, poor darlings. You are doing them a favour, really. Per’aps crossing my boss was the noble thing to do, waste of fucking flesh you otherwise.”
Knife was drawn, flt edge gliding across exposed flesh — oh, and of course she’d had the help assist her in stripping the woman down.
How unfortunate a situation should the mongrels had the burden of fabric keeping them from their
m e a l.
The blade caressed skin, dampened with sweat of the nerves, drawing out simple patterns in reddened marks, before it was held firm against her middle, dipping just under the ribs, at last freeing first blood with naught but a meager reaction pulled from the brunette. A swipe of her free hand, pads of fingers coated with the slowly seeping crimson, then used to paint her lips — pink to red, nary a droplet to be wasted as her tongue flicked out, lapping excess.
”Oui — quite a treat you are.” And as she stood with significantly less grace, less fragility, Hawke was yanked with her, the women meeting eye to eye. Emi idled for a moment’s time; watching, grinning, a laugh pulled from her lungs as she shoved the other towards steel bars containing savage beasts, saliva slopping down upon the floor as their jaws snapped.
It wasn’t with a tad bit of difficulty that keys were fumbled with and put the use, for it was now the woman decided resistance was best. A bruising grip help her without fail, swift motion in opening, shoving, and closing. Not a fraction of error could be accepted, for her own preservation counted on it.
Not a s e c o n d was wasted before the rise of screams, dogs inhaling the fresh liquid seeping from the woman’s torso and sent on their frenzy. The first had latched its jaw to her calf, tugging her very leg out from under her as it pulled and thrashed, her own fight futile against hungered creatures. The second had diverted its attentions towards open wound, snout crashing against stomach and tearing into the vulnerable flesh with unyielding brutality. She stood there, arm resting against the cage with her forehead set against the back of her hand.
”Oh! They like you! You must be a dog person then!” Her voice raised above the barks and howls, a glint in her eye as she observed the animals tear into muscle, fat, whites of bone exposed as a pool formed around her, screams still escaping that damned gag. Screams met with laughter, shaking her entire form with excitement.
Only pause to the ravaging was their pull to chew through tougher bits of muscle they’d stripped from her, though not more than the bare minimum was spent. Painted lips parted, baring her teeth as her grin grew. Noise subsided when, at last, one mutt tore at her throat, silencing her, as she’d failed to do by her own will when they had so graciously requested it of her.
“Should 'ave kept your mouth shut, cunt.”
