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#UNLORE; a mutuals only rp blog featuring various original characters. beware extensive usfw content, triggering subjects, weirdness + depravity. no drama space. CURRENT FOCUS: rosie, cross, ankha!
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"Huh."
Not that Tate would ever try to leave a mark on her - not like that, and she'd hardly allow him the freedom to do it any other way - but it's still interesting to know.
"Is that why they're a different colour?" A pause, before a hasty follow up. "I mean - I always thought it was maybe like vitiligo or something."
Which sounds dumb, now that he says it out loud. Tate knows that she has abilities - he's not that obtuse - but even then he doesn't really understand the extent of them.
"They are lovely feet, but what if you have to go really far? A bike's good for exercise too. You don't strike me as the gym type."
Rosie hums.
"One must assume. The different material is simply differently coloured, no?"
It is something she has been curious about, as with much of the rest of herself, but it has been a very long time since she particularly thought about it. It is simply a fact of herself, a fact.
She doesn't think his assumption is dumb, personally. It seems like a reasonable enough conclusion to jump to, in the absence of other information.
"I am content to walk long distances," she answers. "Or I simply create a door. It is not difficult, when one knows the way of it."
As for exercise - she doesn't particularly go in for that either.
nikandr watches, with precise protective instinct—as much as he can at his age. ‘you are tired, mother. shall i hang the laundry?’ he paused, flexing his arms. ‘i can manage, even the heavier sheets.’
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rosie gives him an amused, faux-impressed look, leaning back in her seat as she regards him. "oh, i see. you are my big, strong boy, no?" her smile reappears, curling at the corner of her mouth as she nods toward the basket. "do you think you can carry the basket outside for me?"
Evelyn rolls comfortably alongside Ankha as the other leads the way. She'd decidedly not though about how she was going to make the last part of the trip, once they got off any sort of paved road, but Ankha brings it up seamlessly in a way that makes her feel comfortable.
"Of course. I trust you to help me." A sly grin pointed up towards the other. "And not push me into a bush."
After all, if it was flat grass she probably would have been okay, but a hill is another thing entirely.
"You can take the handles of my chair whenever you need to. You know this path better than I do."
Ankha grins sidelong at her, reaches out to prod her lightly in the shoulder. "Promise I'll only push you into a bush if you ask me to."
If Evelyn wants to go in a bush, who is Ankha to stop her?
They continue on the flat until they come to a gate that leads into a field that looks much like the others, but at this one, Ankha stops. She opens the gate, lets Evelyn get herself over the first bit, and then closes it behind them. From there the grass slopes sharply upward and is none too flat, so she takes up position behind Evelyn to push.
"We're going straight up there," she says, and points to the top of the hill. "Hold on tight!"
their stare makes her uncomfortable, because, what does it mean. tedi doesn't like stares unless they're intense, filled with years of suppressed yearning.
she's been watching too much romance lately.
their question makes her physically recoil. " ew, don't say things like that. no one really likes men. " tedi fakes a shiver, grimacing as if cross kicked dirt into her food.
" i do men, but it's not like i chose it. or that i like 'em, really. "
the stare doesn't improve. cross just frowns as they think, and tedi gives them a lot to think about.
they're pretty sure that plenty of people do like men. like, actually likes them. cross is all ready to argue the point when it is superseded by another consideration, and they say instead:
" why would you fuck someone you don't like? "
seemed stupid.
"I could never. Tisiphone cannot be hidden if she doesn't wish to be." Another wry little smile. Probably, Tisi was off shopping with a stolen credit card, or terrifying some unsuspecting men, or wrangling their numerous contacts they use for tracking down those who don't come quietly at the end of their contract. "I will bring her to you one day. I don't know if she will want to indulge in you the way I do."
Not that they were exclusive - Tisi had her own lovers, just as Demi did when they weren't together, but it would be curious if Rosie was her type. Maybe Tisi would simply watch.
At the question, Demi lets out a hum. "Tisi is the other half of my heart. The other half of my soul. We have been together a great many years, and there's no one who knows me the way she does, or knows her the way I do. I would drop everything if I felt her call for me."
Rosie's lips tick up in a smile - when Demi says things like that about their bonded partner, Rosie thinks she might quite enjoy her. As for the rest.
"I suppose there is only one way to find out, hmm?" It would be interesting. Rosie didn't have the same trust in Tisiphone that she had in Demi, but she did trust Demi to keep things under control in line with Rosie's needs - it sort of ended up the same in the end. It also said quite a lot about how much she does trust Demi, truthfully.
The sorceress' expression softens somewhat. Even if she cannot understand the exact relationship that the two of them have, she thinks that she can understand the feeling. The other half of my soul. Yes, she thinks she can understand that.
"How sentimental of you," Rosie teases. She can't not, although it is remarkably gentle. "Who would have thought there was one out there to make the great demon Demi into a big sap?"
“it matters,” they grit out, “to me.”
it is not entirely a slight against zahrosa herself. very few people are allowed to meet oksana, and the guilt gnaws at them for keeping their daughter isolated the way they once were. gods willing, her curse will be dealt with by the time she is old enough to truly need socialization.
ulyana takes a shuddering breath, starts pacing their small room despite the weariness still clinging to their bones. “i am all she has. you know this. you hand me death in the form of an unassuming trinket and expect me to trust you when you say it will not come to that?" she has not yet earned their trust.
her monstrosity is irrelevant. what matters is that she does not direct any monstrosity to a child who has already suffered so much and will suffer more.
rosie's gaze is impassive as she watches ulyana pace, her expression neutral as she gives the simple, immutable answer: "yes."
yes, she thinks that ulyana ought to simply trust her, despite the lack of reason, despite the fact she has not earned it. because she is right. because she ought to be trusted implicitly, logic be damned, caution flung to hell. of course, if she were in ulyana's position she wouldn't trust herself - she is far too paranoid, far too aware of what people are like - but, apparently, that doesn't factor into the equation.
"i understand that you do not." there is no offence there, at least, no resentment. "you will come to understand that you can trust me on many counts."
there are also many counts upon which it would be foolish to trust zahrosa. it's telling the difference in which lies the trick.
and despite it all, her voice softens. she looks at ulyana very seriously as she says, "i am a mother. i do not intend to separate your child from you. i do not intend to bring her suffering."
Billie grins, cupping Cross' face in her hands briefly. "That's sounds like fun. Let me put some music on, and then I'll show you through the steps, okay?"
She pulls out her phone, navigating to her favourite album - one that she'd first heard on vinyl all those years ago, but was not nostalgic enough to keep a gramophone for.
"Ready?"
Cross nods enthusiastically, on the edge of her seat as she waits for Billie to find the music. They watch quite deliberately, if a little impatiently, as Billie navigates through her phone.
"Ready!"
They stand, flashing one of those brief, brilliant grins. "Okay. Where do you want me?"
was so looking forward to just Sleeping tomorrow morning but actually i have to get up and drive my wife to work bcos i have to take mil to an appointment during the day. and then pick my wife back up. which is a LOT for me the day after working :(
at age nine, nikandr is sitting perfectly straight as he observes his mother in front of the hearth. he will pass ingredients as needed and even stir the contents.
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it's so easy, so comfortable. rosie humming an old tune while they work, bare feet on stone, the smell of herbs and cooking meat. the pot bubbles on the stove, fire roaring beneath, warming the room. she touches his hair as she passes, endlessly fond, and settles in a chair near to the fire. "and now, we wait. and what shall we do in the meantime, little one?"
"shh," death whispered in her ear. "shh. it's okay. it's me."
tfw you're dying on the battlefield for the 100th time and you know you still have hundreds more to come :)
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