Fate of the Future

I see your life. Long ago I waited. I observed your fall into darkness. I watched you weave your plan of revenge, and I witnessed you unmake the world. But you are nothing more than a string that I will one day cut. I see you, Evil Queen. And I reject your curse.

[officer-sinclair]

The Fall || Aisa and Sinclair

The earthquake was all anyone had on their mind for the past forty-eight hours. And Sinclair had felt the brunt of that. The lieutenant was sent home the previous night due to recover from her concussion. Only there was no recovering done. The hospital was a mess to navigate and eventually, she gave out after helping a few people and deciding that her injuries could be nursed at home – with a bottle of vodka. And by home, the blonde obviously meant her truck.

The earthquake was all that Sinclair had on her mind for the past forty-eight hours. Sinclair felt terrible, ached all over, and her headache seemed to multiply since every time she closed her eyes, she would jerk awake violently. The nightmares seemed to be fueled by the recent events, never giving respite. It was late, past midnight, and Sinclair was still filling out paperwork. A multitude of calls meant a multitude of paperwork.

The words on the paper danced around, distorting together as the officer’s eyelids became heavy, attempting to close on their own accord. Sinclair leaned back in her chair, exhausted, kneading her thumb and forefinger into tired, blurry eyes. She remained in the position long enough that her body decided to forfeit the fight against exhaustion and her head drooped forward onto her chest as the chair reclined backwards with dead body weight.

The earthquake.

Sinclair doesn’t remember falling, but her body sure does feels it. The wind is knocked out of her chest and lungs unable to reinflate. She shifts on the rocks, attempting to lift herself up. Pain blossomed on her right side in sharp spasms, the side that took the brunt of the impact. Sinclair coughed, a small dry cough, the air catching in her throat in a yelp that was cut off shortly by a strong set jaw. The ground beneath her shook with aftershocks as she looked up in the sky at a giant zeppelin that was sustaining hit after hit by aircrafts. Sinclair reached behind her back for her pistol tucked in her waistband. The stress of the movement sent tearing pain through her side, as she heard her ribs crunch. She could not grin and bear this pain away and a raspy, breathless scream tore from her body. 

[whatisyettocome]

Aisa had mounds of paperwork, almost rivaling what Emma, Graham and Scarlet Sinclair had to deal with in the wake of the town's catastrophe. Almost.

It was daunting, though, and since sitting at home and grousing with her siblings, trying to figure out why the Earthquake had happened wasn't yielding any fruit, the oldest Fayte had just given up and driven across town to her office, figuring that they could brainstorm just as well apart. This way she could at least do something useful.

Sinclair came in at some point after, but Aisa saw no reason to strike up a conversation. Two ragingly pissed off women with headaches did not a productive night make. Aisa would check on her in the morning.

But then, like a nail striking her skull, she felt Sinclair. Not in the way that she would imagine that Clotho does, that impossible connection with every living thing, but in the way that she could see her own future be affected by something painful.

Then the officer screamed.

In exactly 5.7 seconds, Aisa was out of her desk, through the hall and by Sinclair's side. Something was wrong. She was whimpering in a tone of absolute despair, and it sent daggers into the heart of the Fate next to her.

"Scarlet, Scarlet!" she called, not daring to touch the soldier mid-nightmare, but aching to stop that sound.

[whatisyettocome]

Manipulating the Manipulator || Sinclair and Fayte

[officer-sinclair]

“Well, of course I am stronger than you,” Sinclair stated, using the fact that she was back on her feet to her advantage, looking up and down the judge’s body. It was not so much a predatory gaze as it was one of appraisal. Any hint of vulnerability disappeared from the blonde’s tone as she grappled for control of the conversation, of the atmosphere. “I trained for many years to get this physique, while you spent your time with your head in a law book.” Sinclair brought her hands down each side of her body in emphasis. 

It was a deflection, both of them could easily see through Sinclair’s snarky comment, but she had a long way to go to rebuilt that wall around herself that Aisa Fayte took an axe to in the last few minutes. “Not that you have anything to be ashamed of.” There. Flirting. That was how she regain the footing that Judge Fayte had knocked from beneath her. 

[whatisyettocome]

Like candy cooked too long and cooled to quick, the tension snapped. Exploded, really, sending slivers of hope and disappointment and fear and affection flying in every direction. It wasn't a clean break. It hurt.

Sinclair returned with incredible swiftness back to the snarky, sarcastic, flirty woman that she'd always been, and their nightmares retreated back to where they belonged: in the shadows.

And in their wake, Aisa could see the future once more. Fuzzy, as it always was, but no longer completely impenetrable. One thing stood out to the Fate as clear as day: nothing more would be gleaned from this conversation. Scarlett Sinclair had shut herself off.

A couple quips, and they were back on solid ground, both smirking. "Certainly not." Aisa retorted. "I appear exactly how I intend to."

[sealyourfayte]

Little Black Dress || Grand Ball || Lani and Aisa

[sealyourfayte]

"Good, everyone should be." She laughed. Her sisters were her favorite people in the world. She was glad not even Regina had tried to separate them. If the curse had done that she was quite certain that the evil queen would be dust by now. Which, perhaps was why she hadn’t even tried to and left them as sisters. And alone. Lani would say she was grateful, but that would be giving Regina much too much power.

"I’ve had a lot of eyes on me… I believe i intimidate them. The only one who’s tried was Minthe… That was… interesting but even she can pick up when someone isn’t interested. Apparently I wasn’t fun enough to play with…" She grinned, knowing exactly how to rid herself of that unwanted nuisance. "What about you? Have you gotten a dance yet?"

[whatisyettocome]

"Aw, Minthe tries so hard." Aisa smiled, looking around the floor for the dark-haired beauty. "I still say that it's your hair that attracts her." She gestured toward Lani's beautiful red locks, done so elegantly tonight.

"If you didn't have such a glare, I don't think she'd notice. But you could petrify mortals with less once upon a time." Of course, her sister knew that, but it was always fun to reminisce.

Then she laughed. "No. No dances for me. And no Minthe either, actually."

[whatisyettocome]

Running Down to the Riptide || Earthquake || Sophia and Aisa

[seeking-violet]

Sophia followed behind, trying to keep up with the girl but her clumsy nature was not helping. Her mind was reeling with anxiety, fear and and utter confusion. When he blonde said to get down however she got down and cowered there until the loud crumbling noise had stopped. She lifted her head, slowly looking at the destruction around them, but then she looked at the girl her eyes wide with fear. 

Was she alright? Her hand was throbbing and her heart pounding but despite the pain she felt in her hand she was more then incredibly lucky. Without this girl she would have been crushed to death, stuck under the rubble. There was no way Sophia would have made it without her. As her mind calmed down she tilted her head to the side, but nodded, she was alright, however. “H—h—how„„how did you know…We…we avoided….you pulled…how?

[whatisyettocome]

Aisa cursed internally. The part of her that even cared to pay attention to their future had hoped that the girl would miss her obvious premonitions.

But no, of course not. "Uh..." she stalled, studying the surrounding rubble with her hand still resting on her companion's back. She could barely hear herself think, her heart was pounding so loudly. "I saw that the ceiling was falling. About to, that is. This," she gestured to the fallen roof. "Is often called the Triangle of Safety. The physics of falling debris means that it is more likely to create a triangle next to an object like that table than it is to crush it."

She rushed the lie, partly because she was distracted and partly because she was pretty darn sure that the falling roof had not been what the slim girl was referring to.

[whatisyettocome]

Manipulating the Manipulator || Sinclair and Fayte

[officer-sinclair]

And despite the fact that Sinclair was hoping that this was the end of their painfully intimate conversation, the blonde judge seemed to press the current topic.

A marked difference between being beaten and being broken, Sinclair repeated mentally, depicting the intention of the words. The headstrong woman did not want to admit to being either, not when there was nothing tangible to blame. Sinclair longed for a physical apparition of the thing that bested her, that beat her on a daily basis. And while, yes, she was more than this, this weakness, this cowardice, this inability to overcome something so… so… seemingly stupid, she felt like she was holding on to the edge of a cliff, with no salvation in sight. Her nightmares felt more like post-traumatic stress, only she never earned the right to wear the badges that dream Sinclair did.

Aisa had a salvation. She had someone to reach down, grab her hand, and pull her away from the trenches. But Sinclair? Sinclair had no one. She knew that it was her fault, that she treated people more like tools to get what she wanted. She knew that even if someone would extend a hand down to her, she would slap it away, for fear of being tricked, or worse, used. The only person she could trust was herself.

“I don’t know,” Sinclair said, and she wondered when the hell she lost all semblance of self-control. “Sometimes, I feel…” the blonde physically shuddered at the word feel, as if it were something poisonous, “as if I’ve already lived my life, and in that life, I’ve already died.” There was a short stretch of silence, and Sinclair stood up from the chair, attempting to regain, to rebuild the strength she normally had. “But, that is beyond irrational. So, the only answer, Judge Fayte, is that I live for myself.”

[whatisyettocome]

Aisa barely kept her expression under control as flashes of white pain twisted her chest in quick succession at Sinclair's words. How right, how horribly, disgustingly, heart-breakingly right Scarlet Sinclair was. 

The farther that their cursed lives deviated from small-town boredom, the more the inhabitants of Storybrooke seemed to grasp that things were not what they seemed. But what this meant for a person who thought that their lives had been nothing to mention was that their nights were often wrought with dreams. Nightmares. Heart-breaking pain that they didn't understand.

For the love of every god, they were all going insane. And it was Regina's fault. All. her. fault. 

"Then you are stronger than I," Aisa told her. She could not imagine a life that didn't involve her sisters. Couldn't even... picture living without them. And if she had somehow known of their past, but they had not... how would she have lived? Would she even want to?

Atropos knew the answer to that question, and she didn't like it.

The tension was thick, but that only made their connection more fragile. How did an innocent chat, their regularly scheduled sparring, turn so wrong?

And why didn't Aisa mind?

[whatisyettocome]

Manipulating the Manipulator || Sinclair and Fayte

[officer-sinclair]

The roads ahead were straight and repetitive, as if each next stretch was the same as the last, with no end in sight. Yet somehow, as Sinclair trekked on this road that was her life, it felt more like an uphill struggle. There was no shift in elevation, yet her lungs ached with the burn of exertion. Her joints felt the harsh incline that never existed.

“We remain,” Sinclair repeated Asia’s words, her own voice taking on the strength. Her road was rough and full of unseen twists and turns. But here, in the same way that Sinclair felt exhaustion ghost into her skeleton at the end of every day, Aisa seemed to inspire. Not hope. But perseverance.

“Thank you,” the words tasted salty in her mouth, the officer unsure of the last time she expressed genuine gratitude to someone. Clearing her throat, Sinclair hoped that the judge would guide the direction of this odd session. 

[whatisyettocome]

Thank you. It seemed almost sarcastic, perhaps because Aisa could not remember a single time that she had heard the Officer say it in earnest. And what was she to say in response? You're welcome? Something so... mundane? No. It reeked too much of the flimsy attempts at human connection that this world was doused in. It was exactly the same thing that had had the two of them dancing around each other for so long.

Aisa shrank from it. The future remained obscure, and she was left without her gift as an advantage. Very rarely did she feel so... blind.

"There is... a marked difference between being beaten and being broken." Oh, how she hated the rawness of her tone. "You... we... are more than this." Grey eyes emphasized the room surrounding them, perhaps alluding to the moment of vulnerability that the shared now, or perhaps to the curse that held them both immobile. Trapped. Then, grinding her teeth, Aisa met Sinclair's eyes once again. 

"My strength comes from my sisters. I must be strong, for their sake. I have never... even entertained thought of a world in which I wasn't bound to them." She had never said such things aloud. Never had occasion to. They already knew.

"They are the reason I live, Scarlet Sinclair. What is yours?" It was a dangerous question, surely, but one had to wonder if Sinclair even knew.

[whatisyettocome]

I Hate Everything || Clotho and Atropos

[faytepresents]

Colette let out a laugh and patted Aisa’s knee. “There, there. In many ways, you’re still significantly above his level. He only beats you at hand-hand combat or…any combat for that manner. You’re far superior intellectually.” 

She inched closer to the end of the bed and drew up her legs, tucking them under her to sit cross-legged. A frown started to shape on her face. Did Aisa ever or could ever consider this a blessing? A chance for them to try being a human? Colette found herself staring down at her costume jewel rings and twisted the skull ring around her index finger a few times. “It’s not that terrible, Atropos. I’m learning to look at the bright side of it. Besides,” she looked over to her sickly sister, “there’s nothing we can do about it at this point. We’re sitting ducks. Might as well have some fun.”

[whatisyettocome]

"This is true. I do not need combat. Only a sharp knife or a pair of scissors." she smiled a little. "He is just a thread, like any other. Though definitely one that is more... irritating. I cannot simply cut it because I wish to." She had always resented that. Ares was a very potent brand of hellatious. 

There was a strange tone to Colette's voice, and it most definitely caught her older sister's attention. Studying her would-be nurse, Aisa felt a surge of almost motherly love fill her chest. That was her baby sister. Though she could remember clearly the moment that they first looked into each others' eyes, at the beginning, she could also see the two of them growing up with Lani, remember feeling abandoned and realizing that it was up to her to protect her sisters. She could remember every fever that she soothed, every time she snatched band-aids for scraped knees, or nights enjoying the TV after a long week of school.

She remembered every single one, even though they were all a lie. Yet, they shaped her now in the same way that an eternity of cutting string after string of lesser beings had. She had once had ultimate power, and now she had nothing.

But... while studying the curves of a face that she knew better than her own, Aisa thought that she had more than nothing. In this form she understood, finally, what it was that inspired mortals compose poetry, sculpt masterpieces, go to war, had driven them to defy the gods themselves. 

Love.

"Yes," she murmured. "I think I know what you mean."

[whatisyettocome]

Running Down to the Riptide || Earthquake || Sophia and Aisa

[seeking-violet]

Sophia’s green eyes grew wide, huge and filled with fear. But she took a few shaky breaths and nodded. They were in danger and this woman helped her, she needed to trust that she could help her get out of here. Sophia looked at the wall, the cracks spidering up the sides, horrid cracking noises coming from it. One hand was in pain, the other was fine if not a bit brushed and scraped, but she got up, held out her hand to the girl, grasping hers.

[whatisyettocome]

The Fate clamped on much tighter than was necessary. If she had paused for a moment to think it through, she would have denied that she was afraid. She wasn't. She was, however, feeling pressured and rushed, frustrated, frazzled and experiencing a strange choking when she tried to breathe.

It wasn't fear.

But it was. Aisa pulled herself and her companion sharply to the left, seeing... well, far too much. Everyone around had futures that screamed pain, and she wanted to scream with them. It was too much.

They missed the wall by one and a half seconds, and a falling ceiling decoration as well when Aisa threw her free arm around the girl's shoulders and forced her into a crouch. "GET DOWN!" she roared.

And... they were safe. The shaking continued for several more seconds, but the space they inhabited had created what was called a safe triangle. A table had blocked the debris from the roof, and while it very impressively trapped them, it also kept them largely from harm.

When the trembling came to an end, she gasped. "Are... you... alright?"

[sealyourfayte]

Little Black Dress || Grand Ball || Lani and Aisa

[sealyourfayte]

Lani loved the attention, for what it was worth. If she couldn’t get the respect they used to have, she would amuse herself with the stares of men who knew they could never have her. She had to admit, the sisters had gotten at least that much of a good deal out of this. Their human forms, though unchangable weren’t horrible. Especially when dolled up a bit. 

She grinned at her sister when she got a response. Not really what she was going for… but it was amusing. “Why thank you, I didn’t know you felt that way.” She teased, knowing full well that was not meant to be serious. The cheshire grin on her features was clue enough.

[whatisyettocome]

"Honestly, I'm drooling. Dead at your feet." Aisa turned a little, giving her sister a little more attention. This was supposed to be a fun night, at least for the younger two. So Aisa put in the effort, simply because she loved Lani.

The maddening fuzziness could wait. 

"Has anyone asked for your phone number yet? Or, perhaps, tried to play knight in shining armour?" she grinned. Mortals could be so silly, especially men when confronted with a woman endowed like her sister..

[whatisyettocome]

Running Down to the Riptide || Earthquake || Sophia and Aisa

[seeking-violet]

Pain shot through her wrist if she tried to move, it was sprained, if not broken. The fear pulsed through her whole being and she shook, trying to register what was going on. She focused her hazel eyes on the blonde woman in front of her and tried to catch her breath. She stood up, anxiety crippling her every movement. “I—I….Earthquake?”

Of course there was an earthquake that made sense but she couldn’t ever remember an earthquake in Storybrooke. However there was  familiar sense that hit her like knives in the chest. That feeling of fear, of rush adrenaline, like a memory that fogged the more she tried to remember it. 

Shaking her out of her state, she nodded, she could move. Only her wrist or arm was hurt. Sophia looked around, the wall crumbling, the loud sound ringing in her ears. She looked back the girl, she nodded, they had to get out of here.

[whatisyettocome]

"Yes. Earthquake." Aisa affirmed, keeping a tight reign on her patience so that her human emotions would not get the better of her. They had no time for that.

When the frail-looking girl nodded, the Fate tried an encouraging smile. "I need your hand. The one that isn't hurt!" she shouted above the din, extending an arm to help her unwitting companion stand. "Hurry! This wall isn't stable!" 

It would fall, she could see it. All they needed was four feet of movement, but Aisa couldn't move them if the girl resisted. "Please!"

[whatisyettocome]

I Hate Everything || Clotho and Atropos

[faytepresents]

Colette cocked her head to one side and sighed dramatically. She leaned back, resting her weight into her hand as she sat comfortably on Aisa’s bed. “Now you sound like Hades— worse!-” she slowly rose her brow and sat up, slowly leaning over and smirking, “Ares.”

The youngest sighed again and flopped back onto her sister’s bed, staring up to the ceiling. “Isn’t that what all humans do?! We try to have a few good ones and Zeus or Hera or someone else who thinks they’re more high and mighty than us fucks it over. Eschewing our fortunes with vague prophecies.” She squeezed her eyes shut and counted to ten. Scary silence.

"I do agree with you, though. She deserves to suffer. But death would be too quick, swift of a punishment."

[whatisyettocome]

"Eeeeewwwww..." Aisa groaned, rolling over as if to escape from such a comparison and throwing the blanket back on her head. Ugh. Even that sound hurt. "Not Ares. No. Yuck." 

At her sister's next words, the Fate tugged the blanket from her face and peered with bloodshot eyes. "We kept order, as best as we could. In a realm of absolute chaos that was run entirely by selfish beings, we were the ones above it. We did our best, did we not? But now, here... we have no power. Only knowledge. It's as insulting as it is sad."

[whatisyettocome]

Running Down to the Riptide || Earthquake || Sophia and Aisa

[seeking-violet]

Nervous hands tugged at the old fabric, a tick so old that it was no longer a habit but something that could just be associated with her. She was the dance, she stood in the corner, drank some punch and now was just waiting for a good moment to slip out. It wasn’t like she was waiting for anyone, she was a wallflower being crushed to death.

Perhaps it was a good time to take her leave, go home, have a cookie and a cup of tea. It was better then milling about where she was clearly unwanted. Sophia sighed moving towards the arch that was near an exit. She shuffled under talking one last look around, rocking back and forth on her feet. 

Hazel eyes caught sight of a woman running, Sophia stared in confusion, what was wrong. She looked around, nothing had seemed off. She looked back at the blonde and bit on her lip, moving only a step. 

Before she could register what was even happening, she was knocked to the floor, landing hard on her left hand. Sophia grimaced in pain but hazel eyes widen as she watched the arch crumble right where she was standing. “Wh—what?” the girl was shaking and her wrist was throbbing in pain. But for a moment it was forgotten, because that’s when she felt the ground shaking. “What?” She repeated again. Too many thoughts were racing through her mind, she couldn’t even spew out a cohesive sentence, her words just a meddled mumbling sound. 

[whatisyettocome]

Aisa felt all of the young woman's intentions go fuzzy. She had no idea what was going on, and Aisa.... well, she needed to help her. The ballroom was falling to pieces, and so was the person she had just saved. 

They could get out! The door wasn't too far away! Aisa peered about, searching for it, only to see it crumble and collapse before her eyes. It wasn't the outside wall, there were some hallways and an entry area through the door, They would probably be able to escpe once the area was cleared, but the fact that the wood and stone crumbled so easily was disconcerting at best.

She met eyes with her charge and forced her voice to a calm tone, though her human heart beat faster than she could remember it ever beating before. "Earthquake. Are you hurt? We need to move, if you can."

[whatisyettocome]

Running Down to the Riptide || Earthquake || Sophia and Aisa

Something was wrong. 

Something... was off. Strange. The eldest Fate had sensed it all evening, had felt it in the nervous tapping of her fingers against her dress, her arm, her glass of punch. It had been poured by a speckled boy who's future was as fuzzy as the person she had just passed, their weak smile unable to really mask how uncomfortable they felt. She caught Sinclair's eyes for a second across the room, then smiled slightly. If the Officer was paying close attention as she was, everything would work out fine.

Or so said the human part of her brain. The more realistic -or possibly just more cynical- half of her stated that an army of people who were as detail-riented and protective as they might not make a difference. They were human. Breakable.

Not even her sisters could help if something horrible happened. And something horrible would happen. It was the only explanation for all of this infuriating fuzziness.

Five minutes passed. Ten. And then the most terrifying thing that Aisa had ever seen was suddenly glaring at her through every future she searched, even her own:

Nothing. Every future was blank, as if someone had hit the reset button on the intentions of over two hundred people. And then... everything started to shake. She saw it whether her eyes were closed or open, all around her. She whirled about, staring at each of the party goers around her, her heart screaming at their calm faces. Something was happening. Something horrible. How could they look so calm?

Oh gods. The world wasn't shaking. Not yet. Aisa was near the exit, and the Fate ran towards the door, searching for some sort of fire alarm that she could pull. Perhaps if she caught it in time, the building would evacuate. Lives could be saved. 

But as she sprinted, she nearly screamed out loud at the image of a stone archway falling and crushing her. It took her exactly one second to piece that snippet of the future together with her surroundings, and to realize that it was not her that would be crushed. There was a young woman in a seafoam-hued gown standing near the precarious arch.

Aisa reached her right as the earthquake began, but not soon enough to come up with a plan. She gritted her teeth as she made eye contact with the girl who probably hadn't even registered the shaking yet, and shoved her so violently that they both fell.

It took two seconds for the pillar to fall exactly where they had been.

"I'm sorry!" she gasped to the stranger.

[whatisyettocome]

I Hate Everything || Clotho and Atropos

[faytepresents]

The younger Fayte tried her best not to laugh. Aisa sounded too funny, and her whining wouldn’t be a memory she’d soon forget. By taking care of her, Atropos would then owe Clotho one, whatever that favor would be… With an exhale, Colette scooted closer to her sister and placed her palm on the older’s forehead. “I mean this is the best possible way… shut up, and relax.” Her lips twitched into a short smile. 

Though she already knew, Colette took the thermometer and looked down to the digits, squinting to catch the precise measurement. Shaking her head, she looked back up to Aisa and crossed one leg over the other. “This is the fever talking. You sound almost as mad as the Mad Hatter, Atropos.” She took a moment’s pause before continuing, “while I love the idea of teaching the mortal that she shouldn’t mess with larger forces, killing her wouldn’t change the fact we’re shackled to this realm.”

[whatisyettocome]

Aisa mumbled unintelligibly, really just making sounds to communicate her feelings. But as Colette continued to speak, she scowled. "It would make me feel better, though."

She shifted a little. "Honestly. She's a monster. Horrible. Black heart. Just look at her and the sheriff." Truth be told, Aisa did hate the mayor for stranding them in this horrible world. But more than that, she hated her for what she had done to the inhabitants with lesser power. For humans such as Scarlet Sinclair, who could not sleep for fear of her dreams, or Jefferson Hatter who was living his worst nightmare.

It wasn't fair. It wasn't right.

[sealyourfayte]

Little Black Dress || Grand Ball || Lani and Aisa

Lani was observing, her usual habit no matter where she was. She liked to know things, and since she wasn’t linked to the present like her sister was, she had to observe to see them happening. The past? No problem. The present however frustrated her at times. But she got over it. And currently felt more confident than usual even. So, she turned to someone nearby and grinned. “The little black dress will never go out of style, right?” 

[whatisyettocome]

Aisa felt antsy. She wasn't sure why. Perhaps it was being surrounded by people, all of whom had conflicting futures to choose from, so many variables that nothing concrete could be pulled from the mess. Perhaps it was the fact that her future should have been at least a tiny bit clearer than the muddle around her, yet it stubbornly refused to be, no matter where she stood or whom she talked to. 

Lani stood near her, positively glowing in the party lights. She thrived on the attention that she was getting from those around, the half-concealed stares, the throat clearing and the eyes that resolutely looked anywhere but her chest. It would all have been very funny, had Aisa not been so very annoyed.

Her sister spoke, her tone smug, and Aisa rolled her eyes, though her mood did lighten a bit. "Yes, I'm very attracted to you." she deadpanned.

[whatisyettocome]

[whatisyettocome]

I Hate Everything || Clotho and Atropos

[faytepresents]

Colette managed a small smile, more like a smirk, as Aisa strained her vocal chords to voice her appreciation. She understood that her sister needed someone to act as a nurse for her for today, and probably most of tomorrow. Hopefully Lani can take next shift, she thought quietly though her thoughts were the only ‘safe’ thing she could keep from her sisters. Though Aisa wasn’t contagious, it was far past that stage, she didn’t care to be around sick people. 

"You’re most welcome," she said with a smirk. "You’re the Fate of the Future, you’re the one that would — or should — be able to see— nevermind. Just stick to light foods."

A smile slowly grew on her face as her eldest sister started to sound like herself, even if battling a cold. She wasn’t in any state to leave bed for more than ten minutes. Anything more than walking to and back from the bathroom would result in a pounding headache. “And I’ll be your cover if you’re ever found. Which is highly unlikely given the state of the police force here.” 

[whatisyettocome]

"'Specially considering the fac' dat we are the po'eece force." The Fate grumbled through her thermometer-filled mouth. Gods, why do these things take so long? She whined internally, knowing that she could check herself but that took effort.

After the thermometer finally left her mouth, Aisa gulped down half the glass of orange juice at record speeds, then plopped back on her pillows and groaned. "I mean it. Dismemberment. Beheading, even. I want her... Ugh. Dead." The tone was still gravelly, but less so now that her throat had some liquid down it. This was all Regina's fault.