#muse | chell

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@all-the-suns-reach​ [ cont ] :

Glados hadn’t really meant what she said. The fact of the matter was, his father had made a lot of mistakes during his reign. He had pushed the people of this land to the brink of war on two occasions. He had exhausted almost all of the royal funds. Royal opinion was very low. So, she had no choice but to view all of his decisions as potentially insidious, at best, ridiculous.    She was glad she’d poisoned him. Enough was enough. Glados cared about the kingdom of Aperture more than her own life. She looked this knight up and down one last time. Chell at least seemed to have more wits about her than the other knights. “The kingdom is once more on the brink of war. Whilst I get things back into order, I need to know that the castle is being protected. So I’m handing that position over to you. But not before I really test your skills.” Glados looked out of the window towards the distant mountain. “They say that a single rose bush stands at the top of that mountain. Prove it to me. Travel to the top and bring me down one of the roses. I’ll know if you did, as blue roses are very rare and the only bush that has them is on that mountain.” Glados smiled, but it wasn’t particularly kind. “Take whatever equipment you need, and a companion if you wish. If you haven’t finished within two weeks, I’ll assume you failed.”   She waved a hand in dismissal.

          Chell was surprised by the request, but grateful for the chance to prove herself. She bowed deeply as she silently accepted this quest, and gave her deep, heartfelt gratitude that she should be allowed to show her new Queen the strength and devotion that had come to set her apart as the late King’s favourite, and given her a place of honour in His personal guard. 

          Her Majesty would see when she presented Her the rose that Chell was worthy of Her trust, and more than capable of protecting all that was good and valuable. No matter how difficult the journey, nothing in the world would be enough to stop Chell from reaching the top of that mountain, this she silently swore. 

          Two weeks. That was what she had. She left the room with dignity, but as soon as she was out of the Queen’s presence, it took just about all Chell had not to break into a sprint. She had two weeks to work with, and no time at all to prepare. Optimally, she’d need to get this done within one week, but as well and good as that was in theory, she knew perfectly well that the mountain had a reputation for being treacherous, and many rumours about strange noises and beasts, twisting thorns and lost travelers.

          Going it alone was foolishness, but she wasn’t sure who she could trust to accompany her on such a quest. She had to move quickly, directing servants to collect supplies for her while she took on her armor and her sword. Her mind was racing. Who could come along with her? Sir Melanie, perhaps? Sir Richard?

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“You were my late father’s favorite. You don’t look like much.” {surprise me ;) all-the-suns-reach }

♛ :: @all-the-suns-reach​ // knights and royalty starters

        Chell trained her expression carefully, far too disciplined to betray any sign of offense at her new Queen’s words. She had served the late King faithfully until the end of his days, protected him and his secrets well, and felt in her heart of hearts that she had earned the place of his favour; yet, if the Queen disagreed, then no matter how deep the wound her acid words left in the knight, she was without the place to act in defiance. This was the daughter of her King, this was the woman she would devote her very life to protecting.

         In all honesty, she really did not appear to be exceptional in looks alone, and she knew this. She was very sturdy in build, but not so tall or stocky as some knights. She did not spend her time making herself as muscled as possible to intimidate, but relied on her agility and athleticism above all else. She had ruddy skin and a narrow jaw, hair pulled back into a loose, low ponytail. As she was dressed not in armor, but in her finest clothes, this was all readily apparent. Yet, was this truly the standard by which she should be weighed? 

          She was without voice, a quality that the late King had valued (too much, at times). To her mind, it removed the temptation to speak out of turn (especially at a time like this), or to welcome distractions that might cost her or the royal family. She let her actions speak for her, her body and her sword. She bowed her head gracefully, as these belonged now to the Queen, and the Queen would need to see for herself what she was capable of.

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Under the Mistletoe

♛ :: @ask-glados-queen-of-aperture​ continued from here 

This had not been GLaDOS’s idea.  Anybody who had the stones to call her ‘festive’ would be sorely mistaken.  She was a practical AI, with a practical way of celebrating the holidays- that being, not at all.  However, she also proved to have her soft spots, no matter how small. One such soft spot extended to two certain cooperative testing bots, who discovered human holidays in their exploration of human culture, and had become enamored with it. Being the kind, giving soul that she was, GLaDOS allowed them to set up the decorations that they found- only assuming that there was a small amount of such, perhaps a few strings of broken christmas lights and an artificial tree- though not quite expecting that they would’ve gone this far.  She had been intending to assess the damages of this room when she found herself in the doorway, noticing and identifying the small sprig of greenery only seconds too late. She had barely the chance to begin to speak before she found her mouth covered by Chell’s. Like a deer in headlights, GLaDOS’s first reaction was to freeze in place.  She was not ignorant to the idea of a kiss under the mistletoe, but given that this was not a scenario she had ever seen herself being in, GLaDOS hadn’t quite prepared.  Chell’s lips were warm and soft, and a little bit wet against her own, artificially crafted ones.  What was she supposed to do in response? What was traditional?  More importantly, did she care about tradition? This was a stupid human game that they played with each other for the sole purpose of swapping saliva in a festive manner, she didn’t agree to be a part of it. But she wasn’t pushing Chell away either.

          Chell could have easily pictured the two little robots clacking their fronts together in some silly, almost-but-not-quite recreation of the human ritual of kissing under the mistletoe once they’d put it up. They were a curious pair to be sure, with unmatched zeal both for testing and for simply existing. Of course, it wasn’t possible to know just then whether they even knew about that particular ritual and anyway, nothing could have been further from Chell’s mind now that she had actually followed it through herself.

         She was the one to break the kiss, just as she’d been the one to initiate it, pulling reluctantly away with a slight brush of her tongue against GLaDOS’s lips. She looked inquisitively at the smaller woman, looking for a response; as although she hadn’t been pushed away, she also hadn’t been embraced, and it was unexpected to do anything involving GLaDOS without having immediate input from her.

         So, with that same impish smile on her face (perhaps with a hint of sheepishness now, although she would deny it if it were pointed out), Chell looked to gauge the A.I.’s expression. As she did, Chell slid her arms upward a little bit so that her hands were resting on the sides of GLaDOS’s shoulders, fingers curled around them almost possessively.

        She honestly looked as though she were waiting to be given permission to kiss her again, perhaps more fiercely this time, but she was a bit concerned as well that she might be pushed away and scolded for her impudence. 

         Whatever the case, she was ready to face what she’d brought on herself— and not at all sorry for having done it.

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May I Have This Dance?

♛ ::  @ask-glados-queen-of-aperture continued from here

GLaDOS knew every beat of every song, every step of every dance. Those were only some of the benefits of being a supercomputer with endless knowledge.  Any ballroom dance she could perform in a heartbeat, her movements mechanically perfect, each motion exactly the way it was supposed to be. But this? This was different.  Chell, as always, disturbed her plans.  She moved in a way that GLaDOS could not artificially predict, she moved in the steps of a dance that did not exist outside of this moment. Chell’s movements were unprofessional and technically sloppy, but… GLaDOS fell into it effortlessly.  She could not predict the movements ten steps in advance, and her mind knew not what her body ought to do next but her heart?  Her heart carried her smoothly through every motion. She melted against Chell’s warmth, a small smile worming its way onto her lips they she swiftly hid by pressing her face against the crook of Chell’s neck, pressing a gentle kiss to the soft skin there.   GLaDOS could forget, in this moment, just what she was doing.  Slow dancing with a human- if one could even call it dancing, really they were just swaying their bodies vaguely in beat with music- when she could be doing science instead.  Dancing was not science. Yet here she was.  Breathing in despite not needing the air, just so that she may savor the scent that was so distinctly Chell.  She could analyze every part of it, determine just what percentage of it was shampoo, sweat, propulsion gel or… perhaps even a hint of cologne? “My my…You aren’t trying to impress me, are you?” Her voice was nearly inaudible when she finally spoke, as if fearing that her words may break the trance the two of them had fallen into.

         Chell felt a gentle heat touch her cheeks at this question, for of course she could hardly deny that the answer was yes. Even, of course.

         She felt shivers from the dance, from the kiss, from the whisper of GLaDOS’s voice. She felt alive with the contact between them, as if they had achieved a oneness just for a little while. Of course she wanted to impress GLaDOS, enough to put on cologne and pressed suit, to set her apprehension aside to dance with her; GLaDOS completed her in surprising ways and made her feel whole when she’d never even felt herself to be incomplete.

         The human’s hands were of course still very much occupied, but she was as ever perfectly able to express herself. She did so with a knowing little smile and a slight squeeze. She lowered her head and touched her forehead to GLaDOS’s, communicating the closeness that she felt to her now, the effort she went to in order to express her feelings toward GLaDOS as well as she sought to impress her.

        Certainly the movements and essential nature of the dance conveyed much the same, but not in the way that Chell needed to convey it now, in the way that she needed an answer to the question and a gesture to give to her. In a way, it was almost a part of the dance, or an extension, as if until this trance was broken, everything would be just another step in that slow dance, unplanned but taken knowingly just the same.

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mistletoe. accidental (Chell)

✦— send ‘ mistletoe ’  for my muse’s response to being underneath mistletoe with your muse. // accepting

          Chell was the one to notice the mistletoe, hanging conspicuously from an archway between rooms. She could guess who’d hung it, and looking at the meaningful little sprig, she really couldn’t say she was surprised (although she did have to wonder if this was the Aperture standard in Christmas decorations, or if somebody had actually gone outside to fetch it). 

         Of course, that wasn’t necessarily a bad thing. On the contrary, now that she was here standing under it— and more importantly, so was GLaDOS— she found it presented her with an opportunity that she definitely couldn’t pass up. She could feel her heart pick up speed in her chest, her belly flutter, and her hands clench and relax twice in anxious preparation for what must now be done (it intimidated her more than all the tests and turrets in the facility put together).

       Yet, she grinned deceptively easily, a touch of genuine mischief to the expression as she touched GLaDOS’s arm to get her attention. Once she had it, she turned that bright grin on her, and pointed up at the mistletoe, giving GLaDOS only just enough time to recognize it for what it was before Chell swooped in and kissed her gently, full on the lips. 

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♦ (for Chell)

✦— Nonsexual acts of Intimacy meme || accepting   || ♦ :: Slow dancing 

          Chell was surprised to have her hand taken by GLaDOS, her heart lifting as she was taken gracefully into a dance, the gentle music guiding their slow, measured steps. She found her bearings quickly, and settled easily into the movements, her worry that she would not be able to do this well quashed by the closeness of GLaDOS before it could make itself properly known. 

         She held her close to herself, marveling privately at just how perfectly the smaller woman fit against her, how her broad, brown hand perfectly cradled the small of GLaDOS’s back. They were as Yin and Yang, two opposite but symmetrical forces balancing and supporting once another, equals in all ways; they were made made for one another, in body and in soul.

        Such poetic words were beyond Chell, but the feeling of them beat in her heart like blood as she stepped back and forth with GLaDOS, the pale woman’s head on her shoulder, their hands joined, their bodies rocking softly together to strings and clarinet. She did not know the steps, but she could have danced with her to anything. 

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[caught] [reverse] - GLaDOS & Chell

✦— seven sinday meme // accepting[caught] your muse catches my muse naked (reversed) // @radioroleplay​

          Oh.Chell gasped softly, a hand to her mouth. She was momentarily stunned by the near ethereal beauty of the woman before her, on full and marvelous display. So enthralled was she, so captivated by the soft curves and graceful features that she really had to get a hold of herself, to force herself to look quickly away. 

          The hand touching her mouth was gripping it now, and she was facing completely away from the unaware woman standing naked nearby. Chell was torn, ready to bolt out the door before she could be caught and yet, seemingly unable to make her body move any more than it already had. Just to leave and knock on the wall by the door (why was it unlocked?) was to risk being seen and besides, she was so flustered and overcome that she almost couldn’t.

          The image of her was burned into Chell’s vision. The delicate features and graceful form were not easily forgotten, though they were not meant to have been seen just now. Chell’s heart was pounding like a drum. 

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🚼 (Chell)

✦—  Send me a 🚼 and a ship, and I’ll use a doll-maker to design what I think our muses’ child would look like // accepting

She is a precocious child who prides herself on her grace and athleticism. She has both a talent and a fondness for dancing. 

GLaDOS is surprisingly soft on her, while Chell is more the stern parent, but they’re both very doting. She has a very close relationship with both of them. 

Also, she plays with Atlas and P-Body a lot, and they tend to act like her bodyguards.