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𝕕𝕒𝕣π•ͺ𝕝 π••π•šπ•©π• π•Ÿ ([personal profile] dadyl) wrote2023-05-27 07:10 pm
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[personal profile] telepathy 2023-08-06 10:07 pm (UTC)(link)
not all the way

[ she hasn't, yet. she's fucked and scrapped her way through enough of this for that, it seems, and yet it keeps leaking through. stress, or something. she can't put her finger on it. ]

it was the same as when they took me
feverish
wet
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[personal profile] telepathy 2023-08-06 10:26 pm (UTC)(link)
i dont know what is me

[ she certainly doesn't feel like herself, now. but she could remember everything through the haze of heat and hunger anyway, and there is something primal about it that makes a kind of sense to her.

is that the kuruko? or is it the duchess?
]

do you feel like you
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[personal profile] telepathy 2023-08-06 10:40 pm (UTC)(link)
i understand
you will see yours again


[ she won't, but she can insist that she remains committed to getting daryl back to his. the kuruko may be dead, but he doesn't have to hurt like she does. ]
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[personal profile] telepathy 2023-08-06 10:57 pm (UTC)(link)
i am here

[ still. again? and according to aristaeus, she is herself in all detectable ways, no matter how it feels. ]

i dont want to go back to the castle
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[personal profile] telepathy 2023-08-06 11:29 pm (UTC)(link)
at the boarding house
with felipe
i can come see you though
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[personal profile] telepathy 2023-08-06 11:35 pm (UTC)(link)
[ she knows the one. it had almost been her room, but she had been too soft, and had instead given jesse her rock to defend the room with. to keep it for himself. he didn't want to fight, he said.

it's good that he hadn't come out to the woods with them.

she climbs the stairs, finds her way to the room, and enters without knocking. there is no knocking at a campsite, and she hasn't bothered to stop and learn niceties in the past couple months.

she surveys the room, trying to make sense of what little changes he had made since she last saw it.
]
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[personal profile] telepathy 2023-08-07 06:22 pm (UTC)(link)
You expected someone else?

[ her head tilts a little. she doesn't move towards him quite yet. doesn't feel like she is allowed to, by that greeting. instead, she cautiously shuts the door, earns them a little bit of privacy. it's the one advantage she can see to permanent structures like these. no ability to move where they'll find resources in a given season, but at least they can close themselves off more easily. ]
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[personal profile] telepathy 2023-08-08 05:24 am (UTC)(link)
[ mavis sits with that apology for a long, uncomfortable silence. she can feel his grief, his sincerity, as surely as she had felt his hunger. both had felt like him.

she draws nearer to him, studying his face. close enough to touch but never closing the distance entirely.

then she reaches into the back of her waistband and produces a kitchen knife. she holds it by the blade, offers it to him. her good knife was lost to the void, but this one will serve for now.
]

Take it. Hurt me.
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[personal profile] telepathy 2023-08-08 05:56 am (UTC)(link)
[ she shrugs. why indeed. he wouldn't hurt her. she knows this, and it was why she'd offered it in the first place. not for the sake of it, not for revenge.

it reassures her anyway. that the seed hadn't taken root in his mind, that she was to blame for all that death. her crimes are different, less personal to him, but she is familiar with the sense of responsibility.

she puts the knife away.
]

Exactly. [ she nods. ] Words mean nothing. This is what matters. You owe me nothing.
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[personal profile] telepathy 2023-08-08 06:16 am (UTC)(link)
[ felipe had hugged her. had thrown himself recklessly at her, relieved by the light behind her eyes. she can feel the urge there, but he stamps it down. ruffles her hair instead.

kid.

so she does it for him. it's the first one she has taken, seized for herself. she closes her arms around his middle and hopes that she is just convincing, just reasonable.

that she is not a kossian, pressing her thoughts onto his, making him feel and think things that aren't his own. the kind that kuruko told stories about over fires to warn children not to wander too far.
]
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[personal profile] telepathy 2023-08-08 10:48 pm (UTC)(link)
No.

[ if she'd hated him, he'd be dead.

who was she kidding? she was so desperately afraid of returning to the life she'd had in the wilds that she can't even kill someone she hates because she is too attached to him. even if she'd hated daryl the moment he'd jumped her, she couldn't have killed him either.

but she doesn't. herself, a little, maybe. for her own weakness. but not him. he had only taken what he'd rightfully been able to wrest from her.
]
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[personal profile] telepathy 2023-08-09 10:08 pm (UTC)(link)
What answer do you want?

[ it's the images themselves that make him ask. the memory. he flinches from it, yes, but the memory of the hunger is still there too. the way he'd thrilled in all of it.

did he hope he'd left his mark? was that stronger than the guilt that he might have? mavis' head tilts a little as she cranes her neck to look up at him.
]
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[personal profile] telepathy 2023-08-10 05:54 pm (UTC)(link)
[ she doesn't want to tell him.

but.

with the distance between them, now, mavis reaches up to unlace the tie that holds the top of her blouse closed. she untucks it and pulls it over her head in one efficient movement.

she doesn't wear anything to support her breasts. there's no need. despite the fact that he hadn't gotten a chance to see that properly out in the void, she doesn't look self conscious of her nakedness. it's just skin, and they've already determined he isn't going to hurt her.

she turns her back to him.

there are other scars β€” a smattering of them, different kinds, some of them faded with age. but where he'd pressed his paw down into her, where his claws had scraped and dug, there's nothing. like it hadn't happened.

she hasn't seen her back firsthand, but she'd seen her thighs. it's an easy guess, and much easier to demonstrate rather than have to find words for when words always require a higher lift for her. she's still so unused to actually communicating with other people, still getting used to the sound of her own voice.
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