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[mpxyingyue]

Cleaning Wounds

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Yingyue had finished her match, and knowing that Lio was performing right after her, the demigoddess had grabbed herself a seat right afterwards. She had won her fight, and she left it rather bruised up. However, seeing no blood, she was fine.

Still dressed up in her fighting attire, Yingyue had only raised a few excited stares as she took her seat, but she was quick to ignore them, focused on the fight that was set to unfold before her. It was exhilarating to do so, staring at the back and forth between the two fighters. She had hedged her bets on Lio, and as her intuition aimed, she had been right.

As they celebrated his win, the demigoddess took off quietly to the locker room, specifically seeking out Lio's room. The demigoddess had no shame, and having grabbed a medic kit on the way in, she found an excuse to be able to talk to one of her favored fighters. So plopping onto one of the nearby counters, the demigoddess waited so patiently for him.

When he arrived, her smile lit up her face, creating the smallest indention through her veil. "Congrats on your win, tonight." She spoke in thrilled tone. "Let me treat your cuts. It is the least I can do for the champion."

[mploren]

texting

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[mpxcassandra]

Merely a Flesh Wound

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"Shut up, Cassandra."

He was pissed, like he would usually found himself be around this seemingly unbearable of a mess that Cassandra was. He rarely called the demigoddess by her name and not just 'Cass', but when he did, it should be considered as the final warning before he really broke something in half. Like her bloody hand in his hands right there.

It was purely an accident, he let her came a bit too close to a weapon which was still in the experimental stage, and now the bleeding should be controlled before they knew what to do next with it.

Her nose curled in annoyance. Lio had been lucky that the weapon had cut her un-scarred hand, or she would have flown into a fury more than she usually did. Yet, despite his command, she still murmured irritations under her breath as he let her look over her hand. Of all the days for her not to carry Claire’s vials, it was today. 

“This is going nowhere.” She scowled, looking up at the demigod after glancing at her hand. She was being calm to even let him hold it. A true sign of the care for him that she never allowed him to see. “Grab my book out of my back pocket. I’m sure there is some spell that can fix this.” 

[mploren]

couch surfing

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[mpxcassandra]

Bruised Knuckles

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He had made her mad once again. Lio had a knack for throwing her into a rage, even if not on purpose. The ball of rage had attacked him in a flutter of punches, using whatever brute strength she could to send him onto his knees. And while it may not have been known to Cassandra that he had held back his strength to protect her, she believed herself the winner of another fight. 

So as the male found himself covered in scratches from her sharpened nails, the demigoddess felt an ounce of pity for him. “Idiot. Come here.” She commands as affectionately as she was with him. A firm hand reaches down to grasp him by his chin, and popping the lid off of one of Claire’s best healing potions, she forces the liquid past his lips. 

An amused smirk rested on the demigoddess’s lips as she watches him. “Be a good boy, Lio. I’m sure you are great at swallowing.” 

[mploren]

[ txt ] lo, are you still alive?

[ ➢ ] worried i'd pull your type of shit and go die for a few days?

[ ➢ ] fuck off

[mpxcassandra]

[ txt ] there's a blizzard going on, are you okay?

[ txt ] Yeah. Just stuck at work. You good?

[mpxpythia]

why do you even care so much?

betrayal sentence starters | accepting

Pythia raised an eyebrow, a small smile tugging at her lips. The demigod children were truly... precious. She almost missed the long-gone days when she was so naive. Almost. Thank the gods, there had been no social media or modern technology to catalogue her life when she was young and dumb and self-assured. And, of course, being a priestess had certainly helped keep her out of typical young person trouble.

"My, my, so hostile... Do I need a reason to care? Seeing the future and interpreting visions is my job, dear," she replied with a shrug, shifting her weight to one foot so she could stretch her quad muscles. "I just thought you might like a warning, but you can choose to ignore me if you'd like. It's not like you can change anything, anyway."