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and you're headed for the gallows, sin around your throat; draco - Desire - 06-09-2021
Desire
She was not one to keep many relationships, or at least, none that were close. She had Thomas, and their children, but other than that she kept most even further than arm’s length away. She had few redeeming qualities outside of being pretty, and mostly she found everyone else to be dreadfully boring anyway. No one ever seemed to appreciate her illusions, which made hardly any sense to her considering it depended entirely on who or what they wanted most.
It turns out most of them don’t like being tricked, but that also took the fun out of it.
But Draco was someone that had grown on her, having worked his way into enough of her memories that she finds she does not entirely dislike him, and even sometimes misses him. Mostly, she misses having someone from her era of Pangea. She even misses Ghaul, even though she’s relatively certain he had never liked her. She had made little effort—closer to zero effort, in fact—to get to know the current residents of Pangea, save for Jamie and Beyza (where did she go, anyway?), but she’s pretty sure a few others live here, too.
That was simply another mark against her as a leader, but who was keeping track? Certainly not her.
Currently, she is loitering near the river, as she found this to be the most tolerable area. The river was wide and deep, and it allowed her to pretend she wasn’t essentially living in a giant dust bowl. She wonders, as she concentrates on lifting a small, jagged rock into the air, if Thomas secretly despised her for convincing him to come here. It wasn’t beautiful, but instead, it was harsh and dry and unforgiving—nothing like Thomas at all. Losing focus on what she’s doing the rock clatters to the ground, sending up a small plume of dust as it does, and she mutters shit under her breath.
She is about to lift it again when there is the sound of footsteps behind her, and she turns abruptly, ears pinned in annoyance. It’s only once she allows herself to take him in—he looked different, but he was still him all the same—that her face relaxes to her usual cool demeanor, and a smile flashes easily across her white lips. “Well, well, well, look who finally decided to come home.”
It turns out most of them don’t like being tricked, but that also took the fun out of it.
But Draco was someone that had grown on her, having worked his way into enough of her memories that she finds she does not entirely dislike him, and even sometimes misses him. Mostly, she misses having someone from her era of Pangea. She even misses Ghaul, even though she’s relatively certain he had never liked her. She had made little effort—closer to zero effort, in fact—to get to know the current residents of Pangea, save for Jamie and Beyza (where did she go, anyway?), but she’s pretty sure a few others live here, too.
That was simply another mark against her as a leader, but who was keeping track? Certainly not her.
Currently, she is loitering near the river, as she found this to be the most tolerable area. The river was wide and deep, and it allowed her to pretend she wasn’t essentially living in a giant dust bowl. She wonders, as she concentrates on lifting a small, jagged rock into the air, if Thomas secretly despised her for convincing him to come here. It wasn’t beautiful, but instead, it was harsh and dry and unforgiving—nothing like Thomas at all. Losing focus on what she’s doing the rock clatters to the ground, sending up a small plume of dust as it does, and she mutters shit under her breath.
She is about to lift it again when there is the sound of footsteps behind her, and she turns abruptly, ears pinned in annoyance. It’s only once she allows herself to take him in—he looked different, but he was still him all the same—that her face relaxes to her usual cool demeanor, and a smile flashes easily across her white lips. “Well, well, well, look who finally decided to come home.”
so we're slaves to any semblance of touch, lord we should quit, but we love it too much
@draco
RE: and you're headed for the gallows, sin around your throat; draco - draco - 06-19-2021
draco
hitch a ride on my violence
@[Desire] hehe
RE: and you're headed for the gallows, sin around your throat; draco - Desire - 06-28-2021
Desire
Something inside of her warms at his smile, an affection that is rare for her. Her personal relationships were sparse and she had forgotten what it was like to enjoy someone else’s company, aside from Thomas and their children, of course. She is careful to keep such emotions from showing on her face, though, preferring to keep up this nonchalant charade her and Draco had adopted. It was easier for both of them to simply continue as though neither cared much about the other—it wasn’t as though it was anything especially deep, but it was still more than either wished to acknowledge.
The smile that she gives him is a poised one, carefully crafted and accompanied by a silver laugh. “Of course you did,” she purrs, swinging her hip tauntingly into his touch where his horns press against her skin. She turns, boldly closing the distance between them until her galaxy curves have fit themselves into the muscled stature of him, sighing dramatically. “Oh stop, it’s not that bad,” she says, draping her head across his back to survey the dry, red canyons and the sparse vegetation. “Well. Maybe it is. But it’s better than that island covered in ice. What’s it called again? Popsicle something.”
She stares out in thought for a moment, before lifting her head away from him to stand parallel again, though her shoulder remains pressed against his. “So, what’s new with you, bestie? Where’s your sister?” She doesn’t bother to hide the teasing laugh, punctuating the taunt with her teeth just lightly pinching his neck.
The smile that she gives him is a poised one, carefully crafted and accompanied by a silver laugh. “Of course you did,” she purrs, swinging her hip tauntingly into his touch where his horns press against her skin. She turns, boldly closing the distance between them until her galaxy curves have fit themselves into the muscled stature of him, sighing dramatically. “Oh stop, it’s not that bad,” she says, draping her head across his back to survey the dry, red canyons and the sparse vegetation. “Well. Maybe it is. But it’s better than that island covered in ice. What’s it called again? Popsicle something.”
She stares out in thought for a moment, before lifting her head away from him to stand parallel again, though her shoulder remains pressed against his. “So, what’s new with you, bestie? Where’s your sister?” She doesn’t bother to hide the teasing laugh, punctuating the taunt with her teeth just lightly pinching his neck.
so we're slaves to any semblance of touch, lord we should quit, but we love it too much
@draco
RE: and you're headed for the gallows, sin around your throat; draco - draco - 08-24-2021
draco
hitch a ride on my violence
@Desire let the rock wars begin!!!!
RE: and you're headed for the gallows, sin around your throat; draco - Desire - 09-06-2021
Desire
“I don’t love anything about you,” she tells him matter-of-factly, hiding the smile that tries to sneak into the words as she says them. “Though I guess I do love having someone else here that is almost as entertaining as I am,” not that there was much competition. Jamie was always brooding in the shadows and seemed rarely in the mood for her banter. Ripley, well, it went without saying why she was not great company….though come to think of it, where is she? And Thomas, of course, was off-limits as far as toying and games went—for her, for everyone. She could overlook many things (mostly because acknowledging she saw something would mean she’d have to do something about it), except when it came to Thomas and their children.
Which left Draco as her prime target, much to her delight and his (pretend — she is sure of it) dismay.
She snorts a laugh at Popsicle Pirates, but becomes more focused on his reaction to bringing up his twin. “Better find her,” she says with a tilted smile, “your window for being able to earn forgiveness is getting smaller and smaller.” After a moment’s hesitation, and deciding that she has perhaps needled him enough, she adds, “She’s still in Pangea. I’ve seen her lingering.” She is, admittedly, a little soft when it comes to the twin relationship, having a twin of her own—even though she does not love her twin nearly as much as Draco loves his twin.
Her ears flatten when he flings the rock at her, her pretty face momentarily darkening with irritation at the way it stings her skin. “You didn’t comment on my new halo, either, asshole,” she snaps back, picking up the same rock he had hit her with and sending it zipping back towards him, before settling back with a faint simper, “Looks like we both learned some new tricks.”
Which left Draco as her prime target, much to her delight and his (pretend — she is sure of it) dismay.
She snorts a laugh at Popsicle Pirates, but becomes more focused on his reaction to bringing up his twin. “Better find her,” she says with a tilted smile, “your window for being able to earn forgiveness is getting smaller and smaller.” After a moment’s hesitation, and deciding that she has perhaps needled him enough, she adds, “She’s still in Pangea. I’ve seen her lingering.” She is, admittedly, a little soft when it comes to the twin relationship, having a twin of her own—even though she does not love her twin nearly as much as Draco loves his twin.
Her ears flatten when he flings the rock at her, her pretty face momentarily darkening with irritation at the way it stings her skin. “You didn’t comment on my new halo, either, asshole,” she snaps back, picking up the same rock he had hit her with and sending it zipping back towards him, before settling back with a faint simper, “Looks like we both learned some new tricks.”
so we're slaves to any semblance of touch, lord we should quit, but we love it too much
@draco
RE: and you're headed for the gallows, sin around your throat; draco - draco - 09-09-2021
draco
hitch a ride on my violence
RE: and you're headed for the gallows, sin around your throat; draco - Desire - 10-07-2021
Desire
“They’re moons, and you are impossibly annoying,” she says with an irritable sigh, though there isn’t any actual malice behind her words. Draco was almost like a brother, and no matter how good he was at getting beneath her skin her patience with him stretched further than it would with most. “A lot of strange things happened during the eclipse,” she continues a bit more thoughtfully, and there is almost a frown that settles on her face. “That’s when the halo suddenly appeared, but then my infrared vision also disappeared.” Which would not have been such a terrible thing had it not happened during the exact situation she needed it.
She would almost think it was karma, to be stripped of such a useful tool when she needed it most, but the silver-lighted series of moons and the newfound glow to the stars that dotted her skin seemed like a pro, not a con.
She has never been the most powerful, and so she has learned to settle for being beautiful—which she thought was a pretty fair trade.
“Wars are messy, and would also require me to actually do something, and you know how much I hate doing things,” she says airily, though it is only a partial truth. Desire would never be the type to go looking for a fight; she did not care about this speck of dirt or anyone that lived here other than her family and some days Draco and Jamie, and if someone were to come for any of them she would be inspired to defend them, but that is about it. It’s why when Gale had come asking for entities she had relinquished them willingly; fighting over something so trivial was not worth it to her.
“But I would never stop you from wreaking your own brand of havoc,” her black eyes fixed to his face once more, her lips lifting at the corner. “You should test your new abilities out, see what you can do.”
She would almost think it was karma, to be stripped of such a useful tool when she needed it most, but the silver-lighted series of moons and the newfound glow to the stars that dotted her skin seemed like a pro, not a con.
She has never been the most powerful, and so she has learned to settle for being beautiful—which she thought was a pretty fair trade.
“Wars are messy, and would also require me to actually do something, and you know how much I hate doing things,” she says airily, though it is only a partial truth. Desire would never be the type to go looking for a fight; she did not care about this speck of dirt or anyone that lived here other than her family and some days Draco and Jamie, and if someone were to come for any of them she would be inspired to defend them, but that is about it. It’s why when Gale had come asking for entities she had relinquished them willingly; fighting over something so trivial was not worth it to her.
“But I would never stop you from wreaking your own brand of havoc,” her black eyes fixed to his face once more, her lips lifting at the corner. “You should test your new abilities out, see what you can do.”
so we're slaves to any semblance of touch, lord we should quit, but we love it too much
@draco