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@thatsdevilstears​ continued from here

“If it had dulled, I rather doubt you’d be quite as interested.” Despite her previous harsh words, Marisa did lean, just slightly, into the touch. The golden monkey’s tail flicks, the barest sign of interest as he continues to circle Stelmaria. It would be so easy to just give in and allow herself to be lost in the comfort of him. But as per usual, they both have their own agendas to accomplish. Shifting, Marisa raises an eyebrow. “But we don’t really have time for a full exploration of how sharp my tongue can be, do we?” After all, he has his war and she needs to find their daughter. That drive is preventing her from completely giving in. He had to know where Lyra was and she was determined to get that information from him. 

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❝ i’m not supposed to talk to strangers . ❞ [lyra - marisa cause why not]

Marisa has to take a moment and let out a low deep breath through her nose. There was always something about how Lyra spoke to her that just got under her skin. Was it her similarity to her or to Asriel? Marisa wasn't really going to waste the time to decipher the difference. "And yet you constantly do so," Mrs. Coulter reminded her daughter. "You and I are not strangers so I don't really see how that rule you never follow even applies." She tilted her head, looking behind Lyra and to something else. "But if you want to continue to be followed, then by all means you can keep doing so."

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@volatile-muses​

The golden monkey shifted next to her, not quite able to sit still. Warningly, Mrs. Coulter shot it a look. He was outside her reach, luckily for him. This meeting needed to go well. The Tikshozero clan was currently unaligned with either the magisterium or Asriel. She wasn’t sure whether she wanted to have them be hers alone or one with the wider system. The only difficulty was that witches were harder to convince. With men, they were so simple. Save the few capable of resisting her. Hearing shuffling in the hall, she straightened. It was time. Quickly, she ran her hand through her hair, giving it just a little extra volume. It didn’t hurt to look her best. The witch entered and Marisa smiled, standing. “Astra Inze, so good of you to come. I wasn’t sure that you would.” 

She extended a hand to the woman. “Is it just you or will your daemon be joining us?” Unable to hide his curiosity, the golden monkey peered around his human. Witches were always fascinating to her. Their relationship with their daemon was something powerful. To have hers go and bring her back information would be so useful. “Noxadivel, isn’t it?” Marisa had done her best to do her research. True, the clans were tight mouthed, but she knew how to get people to talk. 

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@viciousgold

Giving herself one last look in the mirror, Marisa couldn’t stop herself from grinning. It was the last day of summer and she planned on ending it with a bang. While she’d enjoyed having a break, she was ready to actually get back to school. For most of her peers, summer meant vacations and adventures. For Marisa it was mostly having to step in to escort her siblings to various activities when her mother deemed it below her. There had been a few times she’d been able to sneak away at night and actually enjoy herself, but not enough. So it had fallen to her siblings to repay all the time that she’d lost. Marcel had already paid his dues earlier this morning when he’d woke up early and brought her breakfast and she’d allowed him to go be off with his mates for a last summer day. 

So now it was Marisol’s turn. Her sister clearly hadn’t had the wherewithal to realize she owed Marisa for everything this summer, but that was no matter. Marisa was perfectly capable of collecting her own debts. The school uniform that she was wearing did look good on her. She’d perfected the look after her first year, having finally filled it out by the end. Another smile and then she quickly tousled her own hair, as to make it look frazzled. Then she burst out of the bathroom, her monkey dashing behind her, and ran into Marisol’s room. “Wake up!” she screeched, getting to her sister’s bed and shaking her roughly. “What are you doing asleep? We’re going to be late! Marcel left early because I said I’d wait for you, come on!” 

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@boldbravefree​ liked for a starter

The sounds of the restaurant echo in Marisa’s ear. A tinkle of glasses, the low hum of other conversation, and the footsteps of servers are familiar. Reassuringly so. She always hated waiting for people, but at least this meant she wouldn’t have to be fully alone. A bottle of red wine was already placed on the table and she leaned backed, her full glass resting in her hand. Then she spotted her. A grin spreads across her lips. There she was. Clearly there was something that she needed to know badly if she was coming to her. She waited until the woman was brought up to her table, not even bothering to stand. “I’m so happy that you could make it, Ms. Grant. Would you care to join me?” 

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@valorbore

She has no idea how long she’s been swimming in and out of consciousness. The last thing that she remembers is blinding light. They’d been fighting, the war, Asriel. Lyra! Marisa’s eyes flickered open and she half jerks upwards. At once her body screams in pain and her arm is yanked back, cold metal cutting into her wrist. Her daemon, similarly chained, howled, tiny black hands reaching out of her. They were just far enough apart that if Marisa dragged herself off the bed she could touch him. But it hurt too much. 

Taking a breath she tried to calm herself. She had to take stock of where she was, what was happening. The room was brightly lit and there were other beds, though empty. Marisa breathed in and the crisp scent of soap filled her nose. Was she in some sort of hospital? It couldn’t have been meant for one. The beds were too close together. And she was the only one here. 

It was then that she heard shuffling at the door at the far end of the room. Mrs. Coulter straightened, trying to shift into being as presentable as she could. Perhaps whoever this was would be able to shed some light on what was happening here. 

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’ It’s harder to love someone than walk away from them. ’ [asriel - marisa ; cause i enjoy them too much for Authority's liking]

She frowns, looking at him. "Funny, I've always found the opposite to be the true. True love means that you'd be willing to walk away if it was best for them." Marisa glances over to her husband, trying to give off the impression that she was talking about him. Of course, she wasn't, but as charming as Lord Asriel was, Marisa had to keep up appearances. "But then again, someone with your reputation for dalliances might have a different experience than I would, my lord." She chuckles lightly, covering up her dig at him with her laughter. So far Marisa was enjoying his company more than most of the other gusts at this party, but she did still have to play the game they all did.

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[ BREATHE ] : sender has to force themselves to stop kissing the receiver to take a break to breathe. (asriel to marisa)

For all the knowledge of the word she possesses, scientific or otherwise, Marisa has never truly been able to explain away the connection that she's felt to Asriel. Now that she's older, she can control it, but the same boiling urge to either pull him apart piece by piece or be completely enraptured by him still lurks beneath the surface. There truly is no one his equal, no one besides herself that is. As he pulls away to breathe, Marisa doesn't bother to stop herself from nipping at his lip. Then she raises an eyebrow. "Now I know we're getting older, but I rather thought all that running around in the mountains would keep you in shape."