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[mktgs-blog]

       scat becomes a dad.

       Don't mind him. He can't help himself, one hand wandering curiously toward 6's belly just to feel the little bundle of life baking in there ---- their co-creation, if you will. A project that they've accidentally co-developed together that ought to take about nine months if you catch the drift. 

                                   ❝ -- wow. ❞

                                                                     They've having a kid.

[mktgs-blog]

         Frankly, she scares him. Seriously ---- even Scat doesn't know what he expected when he found out 6 had a sister, but it definitely was not this. He'll sit at the table 6 left him at in the bar, tensing slightly as her sister's feral girlfriend nears. Scat forces a smile as best he can, and prays that it's somewhat convincing-- all he can really do is try to be friendly, after all.

                                                                     ❝            Malia, right ? ❞

[mktgs-blog]

                      oftangents

              ❝ You look like you could use a Fukk. ❞

[sxmniarchive]

happy new year | malia. obvs. o v o

          They're celebrating. The bar itself is crowded with her own men and a number of other visitors; people of the streets and the city that she has allowed to swarm about her territory out of the kindness of her heart. Lights, music, dancing-- cash is flowing, and perhaps every now and then the toe of her heel taps inaudibly along to the beat of the music-- because no one would dare to play music Snow didn't like here, holiday or not.

         Her head swims with the handful of drinks she's shared with the wolf beside her. Malia seems to be enjoying herself despite the fact that Aurora refuses to dance with her, her dark head bobs up and down to the music in the kind of visible joy that the blonde beside her scratched out of her own nature long ago. One warm arm has remained snaked along her side for the majority of the evening, a comfort that any other night she might have shied away from-- dutiful sometimes-claws press into the fabric of her dark shirt that doesn't quite match the occasion, into the skin beneath it.

         There's a countdown, one that has long since lost its magic for the cold woman. One that counts away the seconds to the next year of ruthless bloodshed, sadistic maiming of any who might oppose her and raw POWER. Excitedly, voices around her scream out the meaningless numbers-- Malia does, too, she's always found silly traditions like this worthy of following--

                       mistletoe above the door, soft lips and teasing tone;                   a girl that knew she was being led on, yet continued on anyway--

                                                  for the sake of love--

         Midnight, further screaming, their surroundings become more of a blur as someone throws fucking confetti everywhere around Snow's bar, the shreds of paper and glitter dust the top of her golden crown, the dark lashes that flutter at the surprise, Malia's nose as she leans into her. Snow has to fight the urge to push her away in the moment-- she wants her there, she doesn't want anyone to see, the party is meaningless and so is everyone else in it, yet her perfect image could be at risk if she allows weakness to show-- the thoughts conflict, over and over again, thrashing against each other for savage dominance of her actions-- push her away or don't--

          Malia's lips against hers, Snow's own scarlet-painted claws clutching the front of her shirt, holding her close. Soft familiarity, sweet wolf's breath mixing with her own, she withdraws and Aurora presses forward for another kiss, another, in the confusion of the party maybe no one will notice the two of them so engrossed in one another. Again, again, lips part and close and part and maybe she finds herself atop Malia in the booth, and for a moment she thinks of nothing else-- for that moment, it's like the evenings spent alone in Malia's apartment, of the secret meetings in closets and other silly, stupid places Aurora had insisted on hiding in from her iron father.

          Except it's Snow that sits atop Malia, not Aurora. A woman grown, and savage beneath her refined façade; she takes what she desires and refuses to wait politely, she is rough and doesn't giggle stupidly when their teeth bump against each other------

                           Malia grins up at her. ❝ Happy New Year. ❞

          Snow doesn't bother with some stupid holiday catchphrase. She withdraws, she stands, she leaves her at the table--

                                       with the knowledge, of course, that Malia will follow.