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some random sona stuff i’ve been thinking abt lately !!! saiintsona lost her antlers a while back in an incident i never wrote or talked about so we r just gonna pretend we all know that LOL that's why they were broken in the last ficlet

Word count: 749

It’s barely even a house. Just like the website stated, it’s more of a poorly converted, squat-looking warehouse than anything else. The outside is a crumbling brick façade and there are no windows anywhere on the outside. The realtor, Tim, fumbles with the keyring as he unlocks the gate, holding it open for her to step into the overgrown yard. She can spot poppies between towering stalks of lavender and bushy roses.

“It's got a lot of open space for growing stuff,” Tim says as he steps around her. “The backyard’s pretty big too.”

“That's nice.”

Tim unlocks the front door, a layer of clean beige paint covering it, and Saiint steps inside. Her heeled boots echo in the high ceilings and half-done walls. It looks like someone just picked up and left mid job, the floor plan checkerboarding between a dusty warehouse and a tiled church. Tim walks her from one unfinished room to another, pointing out what rooms are technically fully done and how well made the bathrooms actually are. They're standing in the middle of the kitchen when she turns to him and asks.

“So. . . what's up with this place?” she asks, raising an eyebrow. “It's obviously a warehouse but it's zoned for multi-family houses. And the interior is half done at best. And the price, wow, it's low for the square footage!”

Tim cringes. He hems and haws before saying, “Well, they say a cult used to live here.”

“A cult?” Saiint feigns, head tilting to the side. If there's one good thing about the base of her antlers finally softening and dropping off, it's that it makes her look extra gullible in these kinds of situations. She looks like a hapless bunny. “What do you mean?”

“Well, it's just a rumor, y'know how those things like to spread! Apparently a big group of folks claiming to be. . . of the cloth tried to establish a church here but ended up movin’ on.”

“Well that doesn't sound like a cult.”

“Right! It's silly. They claimed to be able to see the future or something ridiculous like that, and it gave everyone a bad impression, and it didn't work out. Not a cult at all!” Tim lifts his arms and waves around, grinning at her. “But listen Val, this place is a steal. You said you do manual work?”

“Yeah. I'm a bit of a do-it-all kinda girl.”

“Then this place is perfect. You can live and work here, with plenty of space to expand!”

It's obvious that he wants to get rid of this place. Saiint looks around and pretends to think about it. She's going to wipe every fee off this property before she agrees to buy it— because she is going to buy it. There's a lot she wants to find out through the remnants they left behind. She likes to think of it as a gift to herself.

“Let's talk,” she says.

“I knew you'd see the vision in here Val.”

She starts with tearing down the walls. They're not poorly made, which is how she knows there’s something behind them. It takes a few hours, but she finds what she's looking for: a Sigil of Vigilance. It disgusts her to see it, stripped palm leaves interwoven until they look like her own eyes, a sideways X with a threaded bead in the center as its pupil. She's sweat through her tank top and shorts with the effort of sledgehammering and ripping drywall apart, and she wants to burn it to ash using her overworked body, but she actually does need it. 

“Yeah, I see the vision.”

The pains and agonies of needing the expertise of your former cult that also put you in pseudo exile. Just another wonderful and simple part of Saiint’s life! She sighs and takes the Sigil to the backyard. It’s a big, overgrown space that she already has affectionate gardening dreams for. It’s really the only thing she’s excited for. She walks around the warehouse until she reaches the wall that her bed is pressed up against. She digs a hole in the dirt and buries it just outside. With some prep and a dash of luck, she'll have the dream she’s been hoping for tonight.

She stands up and wipes off any excess dirt. She still has plenty of daylight to go before she can use the Sigil, and she has plenty more walls to break down. She’ll have to look into getting wood to redo them. . .

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kicks rocks. do u guys want more sona lore. thank u @enokito for letting me borrow ur critter for this! divider

Word count: 1,452

There is a thing on her window sill. It's slick looking and dark, and she wouldn't mind it as much if it was outside. However, it is inside the house and she doesn't condone creatures entering her space. She picks it up between her pointer and thumb, hoisting the. . . noodly thing into the air. It squeaks, green-yellow eyes peering at her through the dark mesh of its body.

It kinda looks like—

The thing puffs up in size, and she tries to drop it only to be knocked over by a full-sized Jack shaped person. They go tumbling down together, and her head bounces artlessly off the wood floor on impact. She is blessedly hard-headed enough to take it.

"Hi Saiint," Jack says, entire weight resting on her calves.

"Get off me," she grunts, and Jack does roll off of her. She sits up, touching the back of her head. "Why are you in my house?"

"Your window sill is warm."

She closes her eyes and rubs the back of her head. The machinations of Jack's mind are a complete and utter enigma to her. When she opens her eyes again, they're hovering in front of her.

"Too close," she grunts, pushing their face away by the forehead. "Why are you cosplaying vermin in my house?"

Jack yowls indistinctly and grabs Saiint by the wrist, lifting her hand off their face.

"I'm not cosplaying vermin, I am a dragon," they respond primly.

"Sure you are."

They pull her forward and off balance, and she scrambles to catch herself with her other hand before she can ram face first into Jack's chest or something. She scowls at them, and Jack just smiles and narrows their slit-pupil eyes at her back.

“Go back to being vermin if all you’re gonna do is give me attitude!”

“Gladly.”

She sits back, and the strange, cat-like dragon that Jack turns into piles onto her lap happily. She picks them up and turns them in her hands. It’s hard to describe the feeling of their skin— it’s a bit like fuzzy scales or something. It reminds her for a second of Five’s strange, rough skin, which then reminds her—

“Can you believe Five?” she says suddenly, squeezing Jack. Jack squeaks. “He’s married, but he keeps asking me to do stuff with him.”

Jack looks like maybe they regret being here now that her tirade has been unwittingly unlocked.

"It's just ridiculous," Saiint says, hoisting Jack up into the air. "I don't know what he expects me to think?!"

Jack blinks down at her, all six legs swinging idly in the air. With some maneuvering as she stands up again, Saiint learns that she can keep her thumbs pressed on their chest between their top two legs if she holds them like a hamburger. Jack meeps at her.

"I know that I have weird views, but, like, marriage is a big thing!" she continues, bringing Jack back down so they're face to face. Face to snout. "Isn't it a big thing? Fuck, I don't know, I think it should be considered a big thing."

Jack is toted about like a teddy bear or perhaps a purse as Saiint walks around the cabin mumbling and ranting. The cabin isn't very large, and Jack is usually unimpressed by the lack of furniture, but it’s never bothered Saiint at all. She eventually opens the door and starts circling the poppy fields instead. They tune her out as they close their eyes and slump into her hands, purring slowly every time she squeezes them. 

"—who am I kidding, you're not even listening are you?"

Jack shakes his tiny head just a bit. Saiint sighs, suddenly pulling them into her chest and resting her cheek on top of their head.

"Whatever," she whispers. "There's nothing else to it I guess."

They return to the cabin where Saiint deposits Jack onto the sunniest windowsill.

"Back you go," she says absently, patting Jack's back a bit. "Spoiled thing."

She turns around to head back out to do— something. She doesn't really have anything to do, but it's not like staying inside is helping. There's the thump of feet behind her, then an intrepid face over her shoulder.

"You have interesting views on marriage," Jack says.

"So you were listening."

Saiint closes the door behind them and makes her way to the river, trusting Jack to keep pace. It's a quick trip, and she shimmies her boots off to step into the water.

"I assume nuns like you don't usually get married."

"Nope. If you become dedicated to a person instead of the convent, then what's the point?"

She kicks up some water and the fish startle away. Her skirt is too long to crouch comfortably in, having to hike it up a bit as is.

"When I was young, some of the older girls would talk about how they dreamed of getting married. But since I was practically born in the convent, I never really had the thought of ever getting married. I was taught about marriage, but it wasn't something I could ever do."

She turns around to face Jack, who is keeping away from the water. Sharing anything about herself is always strange, but even more so under Jack's piercing stare. 

"I'd be a pretty bride," she muses, lifting her skirt even higher to twirl around, water rushing past her ankles. "Maybe not. The antlers aren't as charming now that they're broken."

"Do you want to get married?"

"Not really," Saiint hums and walks deeper into the river, keeping her skirt as high as she reasonably can. "I don't think about it. It's something other people do. Who gets married to a nun?"

The river is probably her favorite thing about the poppy fields. It leads out into the world, far from here, and when she was first trapped in here, it was her greatest fantasy to follow it out to whatever lake it must end at.

"My first night in the cabin, I wondered if there was anything to look forward to. Marriage was one of those things. Maybe I could get married. But I don't think I'm meant to do things like that."

"You can do anything you want. What you're meant to do or not, it's not necessary to follow it."

"If there's one thing I know for sure, Jack, it's that there are things that are definitely meant to be."

That’s a little much for normal people. Despite the malfunction of her second sight, she believes in it, more than anything else in her life. It’s one of her semi-irrational but truly held beliefs. Some things are just destined. It’s something she doesn’t like being challenged on, and doesn’t like giving anyone the chance to challenge her on. And so, even though she has no voice for it, or the personality, or confidence, or any of the charm needed, or even a sequitur to make it work, Saiint clears her throat.

"You know, one of the few things I used to be allowed to read were Shakespeare plays," she says, turning around in an awkward waddle. "I used to memorize and practice different characters. And whenever I'd come to the river, at first, I always remembered Ophelia dying in Hamlet because of her dress."

She hikes her skirt up a little higher, somewhat indecently, but she doesn't have a skirt hike and desperately needs one. Maybe Jack will know where to get one, or maybe she'll have to find it somewhere herself. She slowly makes her way back to the edge of the river, wobbling the whole way there.

"Her clothes spread wide, and mermaid-like awhile they bore her up, which time she chanted snatches of old lauds, as one incapable of her own distress or like a creature native and endued unto that element," she recites in a stuttery voice. It's been a long time since she tried reciting anything, but her memory is sure, firm. "But long it could not be till that her garments, heavy with their drink, pulled the poor wretch from her melodious lay to muddy death."

Jack catches her by the elbow and helps her back onto solid land, grass tickling whenever it touches.

"Drowned, drowned... too  much of water hast thou, poor Ophelia, and therefore I forbid my tears," Saiint sniffs idly, dropping the hem of her skirt. "And that's why I'm kind of neurotic about keeping my skirt out of water."

"Ophelia definitely killed herself," Jack says. "They just wouldn't say she had because it's a sin to kill yourself."

"Sure, but it's one of the only kindnesses Ophelia gets. So I'll say that she drowned in an unfortunate accident as well."

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obligatory fivesaiint mutuals rpf request also can we go on a date or something. idc what. dinner or a picnic or something. i think awkward dinner date would be funny but smth like a picnic would probably go better. ok im done now thank you @girlnadian

both of our sonas are the most awkward creatures alive

Word count: 410

Saiint is wearing a short dress.

It’s not really short, since the skirt lands just below the knee, but it’s short for her. She’s usually covered down to the ankles. But today she wears a relatively short dress with a sleeveless halter top, a dark shawl draped over her shoulders, and waits. Despite the hour, there are still plenty of people wandering the streets, pairs and groups bouncing from storefront to storefront. She doesn’t actually know where she’s going, and she’s already so out of touch as it is, so she can only hope she dressed up right.

Tonight, she’s relying on Five.

Five said he has a plan, and a place he wants to take her, and she agreed.

So she waits, leaning back and forth on her kitten heels.

Five is, as always, weedy and tall and easy to spot once he enters her line of sight. He’s wearing his own dress, what would be a floor length gown in a sparkling grey color that has a heart-shaped top. A smidge of orange peeks above the top, his heart a brilliantly oozing thing beneath it.

“Five,” Saiint waves, and Five catches sight of her.

When he arrives, she can tell he’s nervous or maybe uncomfortable from the way his expression is all scrunched up.

“You look nice,” she says, trying to ease his nerves.

“You look nice too!” Five says, blinking asynchronously at her. “Your legs are out!”

“Yeah. And your heart is out.”

Five makes a face at that.

“I went with Mel to buy this, and the shopkeeper said the low cut of the top would look “really wonderful” on me. . .”

“It does. You just look kind of,” she shakes her hand in a so-so motion before unwinding her shawl. “Come here, this will help.”

Five crouches a bit, and stays perfectly still as Saiint wraps the shawl around his shoulders and adjusts it so that his heart isn’t as exposed anymore.

“There. Black matches with everything too, so it looks fine.”

“Thank you.”

“Of course.”

Saiint clears her throat and smoothes her skirt down fruitlessly.

“Well! Should we head out?”

“Yes! We’re going, um, this way?”

Five points over her shoulder, so she turns around to look down the street.

“Your back! Is out!”

Saiint looks over her shoulder, feeling her face burn as she says, “Please don’t mention it.”

Five’s mouth snaps shut and he nods mutely.

What an interesting start to their night.

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thank u @girlnadian and @enokito for donating ur sonas to the cause (making my girl cry)

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The nice thing about Five is even when he's asking questions, he still does stuff. She’s massaging dye into one side of her blonde fringe, and Five is working on the other side.

“It looked nice,” he’s saying with a frown. “It matches with your ears.”

“I know, Five, I just need the blonde gone for now,” Saiint insists. “I’ll get some color stripper once I’m done and work back to the blonde.”

Five is audibly frowning but he stops asking. They pin all of her damp, dyed hair up to wait for the color to set, and Saiint sets herself in front of the bathroom mirror to clean any stray dye from her antlers. Five is looming behind her wordlessly, a fresh set of gloves on and swabs in hand as he carefully swipes away dye from the sides and back of her antlers.

“The box said that it was quick-set,” Five says, blinking asynchronously at her through the mirror. “So it should be done in 5 minutes.”

There’s nothing much to do for the next 5 minutes, which means Saiint looks at Five with a stern face and says, “You’re not allowed to test anything on me in that time, Five.”

Five squawks at her, willowy body swaying as he yells indignantly. It’s an easy way to waste 5 minutes. Five takes a bit too much pleasure in sticking her head under the sink to wash the muddy dye from her fringe, but Saiint isn’t bothered.

“Oh no,” Five says quietly.

Saiint jolts and smacks her head into the faucet, hissing through her teeth, but Five holds her still, gloved fingers running through her fringe over and over. She can’t even ask, can feel water running over her mouth, until Five turns the tap off and presses a towel to her face.

“Don’t cry,” Five says as Saiint rises slowly.

“Very reassuring,” she bites out.

She squeezes as much water out of her hair as she can before pulling the towel off of her face and looking into the mirror.

When Jack opens the door, Saiint has clearly been crying. Her face feels swollen and hot, and her eyes still sting, and she can’t really breathe through her nose. Five hovers behind her like an anxious ghost.

Don’t cry her ass.

“What the fuck happened to your hair?” Jack says.

It’s dried up quite a bit, and somehow everything looks worse than when it was wet. The oldest areas of bleach have turned a gnarly puke green and other, newer parts have dark bands of color that zig-zag erratically. Dye didn’t even stick to a chunk near her scalp on one side.

“We think the hair dye was expired,” Five says helpfully. “But we ran out. Saiint said you might have some dye on hand.”

“I need it to match my hair,” Saiint says through some sniffling. Tears drip out of her closed second eyes, trailing down soundlessly as her main eyes dry up. “I really, really need it to match.”

Jack blinks down at her. She stomps her foot twice and yells, “Why are both of you so tall!?” before hiccupping and scrubbing her face. She strangles out an apology and misses the look Five and Jack give each other over her bowed head.

“O—kay,” Jack says slowly. “I think I can help with that.”

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kicks fifty billion rocks. sum sona lore I guess.

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Her lopsided cabin is mostly for show. She sleeps in there, and stores most of her leftover junk in its tremulously stacked barrels, but she spends more time out and about than she does in the house. It’s always a bad sign when the desire paths through the poppies reemerge. Too much time in this flower infested forest feels like an ill omen.

“Yes Sister,” Saiint says into her phone, nudging the cabin door shut. “I know.”

“The poppies are good for you,” Sister Serenity has a scratchy, sweet voice from years of prophesying. Saiint is speeding full throttle towards that vocal tone by holding the phone between her cheek and her shoulder and fishing for a cigarette in her pocket.

“They are,” Saiint covers the receiver as much as possible as she lights up the end of the cig, lighter sputtering only once before catching properly.

“We still use them here. You’re lucky, you know, because you can be as naughty as you like with what you add to the draught.”

Saiint takes her phone in hand again and tucks it into the soft warmth under her ear, pulling the cig out of her mouth just to say, “Honey is a nice addition. They should let you all use it in the convent.”

“Oh, we could never,” Sister Serenity says with a laugh. “It would ruin the potency.”

“I know Sister.”

Saiint smokes and walks through the forest, away from the cabin and into the thicket of trees that surrounds it. Sister Serenity fills her in on convent gossip. She scratches her antlers against the trees sometimes, and Sister Serenity scolds her when she hears it. Saiint diligently apologizes, smoke billowing from her nose like a poorly made dragon. The trees begin to disperse as she finally breaks through the edges of the forest, poppies spilling like blood over the hill and into the open fields for a few more yards.

“It’s a beautiful time of year here, Sister,” Saiint says, the last of her cigarette finally burning out against her fingers. The flowers are in full bloom, the pines are bright green, the wind tugs on her hair. She drops the butt into the grass and stomps it under her boot, smothering it without remorse in a rhythmic side-to-side. “You should come visit sometime soon.”

“One could only hope I’ll get the chance soon, little Valentiine,” Sister Serenity says with a sigh. “As always, there is much that is asked of us.”

“It’s not easy having second sight,” Saiint agrees, staring out at the horizon. It’s the same song and dance her and Sister Serenity do every month. “But consider it.”

“I certainly will. I’ll call you again soon, little Valentiine.”

“And I’ll be waiting, Sister Serenity. Peace be with you.”

“And with you.”

The line goes quiet. Saiint tucks her phone back into her pocket, finally lifting her foot and stepping aside. There’s nothing to really do for her today. Everyone she knows is busy. But she steps over the inert rune stones that line the hillside anyway, just because, and wanders through the tall grass until she finds a rocky beach to sit by. The sea crashes and spits against the coastline, but the boulder she finds is plenty far away. She climbs until she can sit on the sun-heated, rounded top, legs dangling and skirt flapping in the breeze.

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I'd put you in a terrarium, dearest saint ^-^

my bnnuy ass in the terrarium my dearest Kade has brought me