[ Angel Devil. ] [ chatcube, or action. ] [ if you're visiting the rose barn, look for the door with the creepy bat-and-angel-wing sigil on it. Knock first! Or get zapped. ]
[She's not hard to find. She's found herself a little patch of grass between the rose bushes, just like she did during her first few days in the pasture, when she was too cagey and feral to come inside.]
[She's laying on her back, staring up at the clouds and the flowers swaying against the sky, casting shadows on her face. She looks pale.]
[Her eyes flick to him as soon as he comes in view. She starts pushing herself up, laboriously.]
he looks at her with open calculation. like he's updating something in his head that had been left too lax. like he doesn't spend each day now carving out time to circle her like a hawk.
with an easy, infuriating grace, he takes a seat down in the grass, facing her. it's eerie. he does so soundlessly. ]
[ what did it taste like, that time she passed her venom into his mouth--? that's the first answer that pops into his confused brain.
also, that this always feels so good when it's a Rose. like there's an element of sensation, somewhere inside of him, that is absent, otherwise, even if he still likes an exchange. ]
Crescendo and I summoned the Doki-Doki Demon. She disabled the self-destruct mechanism in my microchip, but in exchange she possessed me with the overwhelming desire to mack on presumably the most annoying motherfucker I could find.
[SHE WAS HOPING IT WOULD PASS IF SHE JUST HID FROM IT LONG ENOUGH.]
[She nestles into his arms, ear against his chest so she can hear his heart.]
[He's so warm.]
[Her own body is ... not cold, exactly, but not 110 degrees, either. His body heat is comforting, even on a day as warm as this one.]
Vengefully.
Even now... even when it hurts, even when I want it to be over... I can't bring myself to let go. I've been flirting with the end of a knife for days, but I can't get myself to do it.
So... I think if it were going to happen, I'd provoke it. Intentionally make myself vulnerable. Bare my throat, so to speak, or curl up in their arms, begging to be taken.
And with my last breath, I'd hook my claws in their throat and take them with me.
[Without lifting her face from where it's tucked against his chest, she gives her sleeve a gentle shake, dislodging the switchblade she's been keeping up there for the last few days while she musters up the courage to use it.]
[It's the one from the betrayal ritual, all those months back, all folded up into a little dark rectangle.]
[It falls into her hand, and she offers it up where he can easily take it.]
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Re: Day TBD but probably around 104-105
[She's laying on her back, staring up at the clouds and the flowers swaying against the sky, casting shadows on her face. She looks pale.]
[Her eyes flick to him as soon as he comes in view. She starts pushing herself up, laboriously.]
Oh, thank God you're here.
Sit down right now.
Re: Day TBD but probably around 104-105
he looks at her with open calculation. like he's updating something in his head that had been left too lax. like he doesn't spend each day now carving out time to circle her like a hawk.
with an easy, infuriating grace, he takes a seat down in the grass, facing her. it's eerie. he does so soundlessly. ]
Re: Day TBD but probably around 104-105
1/3
2/4 probably let's be honest
also, that this always feels so good when it's a Rose. like there's an element of sensation, somewhere inside of him, that is absent, otherwise, even if he still likes an exchange. ]
3/4
fun as that is,
it's easy to snake his arms around her, and ]
4/4
Now what's gotten into you?
[ it's theatre. he could have just used his telepathy. ]
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Fucking demons, man!
I got a fuckin'...KISS CURSE.
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No. Really?
1/2
[SHE WAS HOPING IT WOULD PASS IF SHE JUST HID FROM IT LONG ENOUGH.]
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[-- she said, like a liar.]
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he lightly licks his lips. hmmmm. ]
Just the once?
I guess now I just... let you go... and you'll be crawling off on your way~? Is that what will happen?
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That act can also be called a oneness of hearts, you know.
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[She sits down next to him, because being on edge is too tiring to maintain rn]
Yeah? Ever tried it?
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Oh, no. Never.
I never sought to see myself as worth but one other life.
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Must be nice being worth any at all.
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[...And then she climbs up into the lap of this stupidly oversized man and curls up against his chest.]
cw suicide I'M SORRY HE'S??? LIKE THIS?????
his voice is a tactile thing, this close; a soothing thrum as he asks, ]
And how would you do it, my Wild Rose? If you were to take someone with you down into that long night?
THEY BOTH ARE, THOUGH
[He's so warm.]
[Her own body is ... not cold, exactly, but not 110 degrees, either. His body heat is comforting, even on a day as warm as this one.]
Vengefully.
Even now... even when it hurts, even when I want it to be over... I can't bring myself to let go. I've been flirting with the end of a knife for days, but I can't get myself to do it.
So... I think if it were going to happen, I'd provoke it. Intentionally make myself vulnerable. Bare my throat, so to speak, or curl up in their arms, begging to be taken.
And with my last breath, I'd hook my claws in their throat and take them with me.
1/2
...That's from a play. Not Lord Avon. It's far too modern in its sensibility, in case you couldn't tell.
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Is a good day for a death, don't you think?
The weather has troubled us so fearsomely. We find here a rare respite...
[ that said, he lifts his head to blow a puff of at a white feath, fffh!, before it can touch the two of them. ]
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[Without lifting her face from where it's tucked against his chest, she gives her sleeve a gentle shake, dislodging the switchblade she's been keeping up there for the last few days while she musters up the courage to use it.]
[It's the one from the betrayal ritual, all those months back, all folded up into a little dark rectangle.]
[It falls into her hand, and she offers it up where he can easily take it.]
I'm tired, Reverence.
Tired of dreading this.
1/?. ha ha ha.