imma make your pink a lot more red
"Princess. You're a princess so act like one. Sit up right. No, no. You're doing it wrong. Do we need to teach you from the basics again?" Her eyes glanced at the trolls talking to her, a blur of faces to which she merely sneered at.
"Go fuck yourselves, like I give a flyingfish about ANY OF THIS!" She nearly screamed, slamming her fists against the cloth covered table, various plates and ware rattling as they moved. Clank, clank. She threw her head back before taking one of her sharp nails to her hair, cutting the ribbon out of it and letting the thick strands fall slowly, cascading down her back and a few falling down and obscuring her vision a bit before she ran her fingers through to get them out of the way.
That's when her head was yanked back by a fist full of hair, and her face slammed into the table shortly after. She was fairly certain she heard the wood cracking beneath her face and could feel a tooth slicing through her tongue. Once she was brought back up she reached a hand into her mouth, the tooth had fallen out and was impaled into her tongue, so she removed it and tossed it aside before spitting blood onto one of the trolls with a little shit-eating grin. "Aw ya think that's reely gonna do ship?!" She thrashed about now, elbowing one of them before she was finally restrained, her arms pulled behind her back and a sickening pop resounding in the dining block as it was dislocated. Okay so they packed a bit of a punch, pain didn't phase her so much.
"How about we take her to the Empress?" One muttered.
"Maybe we could have her culled properly, I'm sure a cerulean would jump at the chance."
"We'll leave it up to Her Highness to decide."
"If you weren't all cowards I'd have ma trident right through your chests!"
"What a disobedient girl, seems she really never does learn. How pathetic someone of such blood could be so stupid."
Laughter was all she heard as she was tugged along by violet and indigo bloods, deciding to settle for glaring at the floor. There was no use as strong as she was she couldn't do much without her trident. Well she could but not before Feferi would find her and enact a worse punishment than what she would be getting now- at least even she knew when enough was enough.
Beforus. It wasn't as nice as everyone made it seems. Culling? Sure it was close to coddling in the sense of you didn't get killed, what did happen? Well sometimes you truly were coddles, sometimes a cerulean would get into your head and fuck with it until whatever poor troll was under the impression that everything was alright, everything would be good, that the empire was good. It was all lies. She knew it, she got culled in various ways and she was sure it was to make her unfit for the throne rather than fit for it. All she was for is show, to make the Empress look good for harboring another of her kind. Disgusting. Speaking of the Compassa, she was brought forward and the high bloods began to speak.
"Your heir is being unreasonable again, slamming her fist against the table, taking her hair out. You both have an important dinner tonight and she shouldn't be acting like this for it, in fact we need to replace the dining table now- her broke it."
"You fuckin broke it slammin ma face into i-" Shoved forward hard enough it knocked the wind out of her for a second as she was now kneeling on the ground.
"See what we mean? Unreasonable."
"Whale, she certainly isn't fit to show herself tonight. Glub, what a shame! Take her to a cerulean and break her."
Lobotomy was the best way to explain it, someone digging through your own mind and picking you apart- remaking you. She felt compromised almost, like her skin was being peeled off, hair torn out, and teeth ripped one by one and being collected in front of her. In fact all of that would be preferable to everything else as she was placed in front of the culler.
The memory shifted into something surreal as Meenah stared into those cold blue eyes.
Break. She wants to break you. So you're going to break, snap. Don't you want that? A life so much better than this, a life of insanity. Don't you want to stab them? Why not stab them all. Kill them all. Kill. Kill. Kill. Kill. Kill. Destroy their lives the way she destroyed yours. Where were your so called fronds when YOU felt like you were dying? Why were everyone's problems put above your own? You shouldn't have friends like that. They saw you as royalty, as living the life. Put them in your shoes, you know they've been jealous of your blood. So show them what being a fuchsia blood means on Beforus. Show them the kindness of the Empress, of the Compassa. Kill them. Kill them. Kill them. Kill. Destroy. Rip them apart the way you've been stripped of your emotions. B r e a k t h e m.
They're ruined, they need to be culled. They can't be culled. Your friends failed, they failed themselves and they've failed you, they've failed the system. The only thing left to do is put them down, take them from their misery. Show them the kindness of an Heiress, show them the kindness of Beforus.Do not have them suffer living by slowly dying because they are not fit. End them. End their misery, be kind.
B e k i n d.
That's all she remembered before she had woken up, grabbing her trident and right away leaving the den she had taken residence in and heading out into the open. Everything slaughtered, a trail of red following her everywhere she went, soon to be mixed with hues of different trolls and possibly humans along her destructive rampage.
Meenah had to kill. All that the girl wanted was to feel her trident slip through someone's skin, tear apart their muscles, and exit their body only to be ripped back out and watch as the beautiful white snow began to be stained by the most beautiful and ugly of blood colors.
The girl had to show them mercy from a life of failure. From a life of dying slowly and never truly knowing joy.
