#sheela angst

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Sheela and Nikita You know me well just make it sad/hurt comfort and Ill be happy :D

“Why have you been hiding this from us?”

why am I not surprised /lh. I have to get back into the flow of writing angst man

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Sheela hummed softly, drawing flowers on her forearm as Nikita rattled off suggestions.

"A few Adonis' flowers will look good there! Oh, and a red spider lily there. Add a peony here and a rose there. Yes, yes, it's coming together!"

Sheela giggled at her sister's excitement, grabbing another color of pen to do the Adonis' flowers. The flowers were simple but gorgeous and elegant. Nikita watched on with a shine in her eyes as Sheela's hand moved gracefully, guiding the pen and leaving bright trails of crimson red glistening on her dark skin. But even through the focus fogging her mind, she wondered why Nikita chose that flower. She knew Nikki knew the meaning of the flower. She blinked, clearing the thoughts from her head. Maybe Nikita just liked how they looked. Yes, that was probably it.

She took the bright red pen from Nikita, switching between the dark crimson and the bright rouge. The flowers slowly but surely bloomed into existence on her skin and Nikita smiled. She accepted the baby pink and started on the peony. As she finished and reached for the crimson again, Nikita batted her hand away. "Draw a fully bloomed rose on two buds."

She stared at him, confusion clear on her face. "Huh?"

"Can you draw it?"

"I... I mean, yes? I can. But why?"

"Just do it."

She shrugged and grabbed the peach and green colored pens, starting on the strange request. As she got back into the flow of drawing, her mind wandered. 'Why this specific? This a weird.'

Nikita pulled Sheela's arm towards here as soon as the girl finished, inspecting the drawings closely. "They look good."

"Really?"

"Yes."

She smiled at her sister, rolling up her sleeve a bit more to finished off the doodles with some leaves, but she forgot a crucial detail.

Nikita screamed, grabbing her arm again, but this time in horror rather than admiration. "WHAT HAPPENED TO YOUR ARM?"

She stiffened. "Uh- uhm. I- I-"

"SPIT IT OUT!"

"I... I, uh, hm-"

"SHEELA, WHAT HAPPENED?!"

"I was attacked, okay!" She said as loudly as she could. "I was attacked!"

"Why did you hide this from us?!"

"I didn't want you all to worry..."

"We- We need to get this cleaned up. And then we're going to have a talk about keeping secrets."

Sheela scowled. This was the reason she didn't want to tell anyone about the horrendous claw marks marring the skin of her upper arm: They'd overreact.

But what was done was done. She followed her sister silently, a sneer on her face the entire time.

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50 agnst for tpq, you know me well so as long as it's agnsty than I'm golden

:D

50. “I’m sorry I’m not enough for you.”

Oh Quinn, why am I not surprised?

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Sheela sat on the edge of the silver lake. It was nearing midnight and the moon was bright overhead. The stars glittered like gems on black velvet. The wind was smooth but icy. Her white dress fluttered around her knees but she payed no attention to the chill crawling up her back. Another fight between her siblings. Nikita and Mini wanted her to stay behind, Aru and Brynne wanted her to come. “She needs the experience! We need to teach her how to protect herself if we’re not there!”

“She’ll get hurt!”

“It’s more dangerous if she can’t protect herself!”

They talked about her like she wasn’t there. Every time she tried to get a word in, she was ignored or silenced. So she left. She didn’t know the outcome of the argument, or whether it was even over. The silence comforted her, and for a moment she could pretend she wasn’t useless. For a moment, she could pretend like she was worth something.

A drop of water dripped onto her lap. She opened her eyes and looked at the sky, bewildered. Not a cloud. She turned to the lake. No, it was too calm to splash anything at her. Another droplet fell. She raised her hand to her cheek and was greeted by dampness. She was crying. She let another tear fall, then another, and another. How odd it felt, to cry again. She tried to remember the last time she cried. No memories came up.

The silence became lonely. The cold lake became frozen. She doesn’t know how long she sat there. All she knows is how much of a failure she is.

“I’m sorry I’m not enough for you.”

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Ok Im so sorry and I know you're probably annoyed of me asking by now but could you by chance write some Aru shah twin agnst? I dont mind what prompt

don’t worry, you aren’t annoying me! and of course :))

This takes place a few years into the future, when they’re both older.

Sheela and Nikita were having one of their rare arguments, and it was getting heated.

“WHY DON’T YOU TRUST ME?!” Sheela screamed, thrusting her finger into her sister’s chest.

“Trust you?” Nikita scoffed. “Trust you? I can’t trust you!”

“WHY NOT?”

Nikita exploded. “BECAUSE YOU’RE SO HELPLESS AND ANNOYING. ALL I DO IS PROTECT YOU, AND IT’S GETTING OLD.” She slapped her hand over her mouth after realizing what she just said.

Sheela quieted down, and looked at her with sad, and uncharacteristically cold, eyes. “Fine then.” She turned on her heels and stalked away.

“Wait!”

She didn’t look back.

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Uh could you do a Sheela one with this the number 13 angst prompt?

13. “If you don’t hug me right now I think I might fall apart.”

Sheela sat in the corner of the room, trying to keep her hyperventilating down. She didn’t want to worry the others, who were asleep or trying to sleep.

Aru was heading downstairs to get a glass of water and some Oreos, when she heard sniffling. In the corner sat Sheela. She looked up.

Sheela heard Aru before she saw her. She wasn’t the quietest person. But when she heard Aru coming towards her...

“Sheela..? Are you okay?” She asked gently. Sheela didn’t move for a moment, then shook her head. “I.. I saw things...” She sounded so sad, so broken. It hurt Aru to hear it. “Are you okay?”

Sheela shook her head. “If you don’t hug we right now, I think I might fall apart.”

It broke Aru’s heart to hear that, and she enveloped her little sister in a hug. “If you fall apart right now,” She mumbled, “I will too.”

lol angst

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I'm going to randomly pick a Pandava. Hmmm.... how about Sheela and give her heart problems. You can do headcanons or a fic about it.

what wut-

im gonna take this really metaphorically, rather than literally-

Heartache. That’s what this feeling was called. Heartache. It hurt. In her soul. She missed them. She missed her parents. She missed being able to speak about the visions she saw without consequence. She missed when her sister was loud and friendly.

It started slowly at first, just a pang of longing here and a twist in her gut there. But then it became more permanent. And it hurt. Now it felt like someone was constantly tearing her heart out and crushing it in their fist. She didn’t like it. No one would. But she had to keep going.

Heartache. That’s what took her in the end. Heartache.

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Here’s the Sheela angst that one anon requested!

Poor child

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hey, so any chance you could write some Sheela angst?

yes. but, it’s gonna be short since I have no motivation or creativity right now-

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Sheela was waiting. She didn’t know what she was waiting for, but she was waiting. Maybe for another vision, or maybe for her friends. She didn’t know. What she did know, however, is that she couldn’t tell them what she saw. Oh, how she wished to tell, but if she did, her brain would explode. Maybe literally.

Seconds turned into minutes, minutes into hours, and yet nothing came. But something did. In that moment, the universes decided to throw her into a vision. She can not describe what she saw, nor does she want to. All she knows is that she dreads what is yet to come. But she must remain silent, for if she doesn’t, those words would be her last. It’s pitiful, in a maddening way. She could turn all of this around if she dared utter those words, but it would do more harm than good. She would have to leave her sisters and friends behind, something she didn’t want to do. So silence would have to do, for now.