meii

if shoko ieiri were to be honest with herself, she never thought she’d unearthed these sadistic tendencies—that was before she started sleeping with you. it was supposed to be a transactional arrangement, two colleagues purely in for the release. yet, when you first asked her to put out her post-sex cigarette on your skin, her hand didn’t even waver.

her discarded bra (a new, lacy black one at that. who would’ve guessed she’d started selecting sexier ones for when you come over?) lay as a crushed heap beneath her ass as she leaned over you. shoko watched the cherry of the cigarette glow, a tiny, localised sun, before the contact and the searing pressure. you drew a sharp intake of breath, while hers remained bated. the air grew thick with the charcoal-like, acrid drift of singed flesh and tobacco, mingling with the tangy sweet musk of female sex.

Happy Pride Month!! And you all know what that means, right??

With so few others left no one would’ve noticed her do it. Picking her up and flying her away to her abode that’s entrance rested on a high perch to one of the buildings that seemed just as dead as all those around it.

Anissa resting in Thula’s bed, freshly bathed and draped in a thin blanket that’s now already decorated with red speckles from her coughing.

She keeps Anissa on her side, a metal bucket beneath her that she can spit or retch into if need be.

The entire process of undressing her from her blood and sweat addled uniform and cleaning her was done with caution and precision. Maternal instinct dressed up to look like cold automation before drying her off and laying her down.

Even if there was no one around for Thula to wear the mask for here, her apathetic expression was as natural to her as breathing. To stop doing it would have to be a conscious decision…

Thula just sits on the bed, hand on Anissa’s shoulder to keep her on her side, able to see out at Viltrum from where she sat, her balcony wide open. Watching sleeplessly, protectively, even if there was no one there.

Thula lost her daughter in the purge and Anissa lost her parents, and so they subsequently adopted each other to fill the void. It’s never something they’d admit outloud though.

Due to Anissa not having parents, Thula was the one that commenced her coming of age ritual. Neither held back and Anissa won that fight. She could’ve killed Thula… but decided that, apparently, such childish spite was beneath her now that she officially an adult.

Thula took care of Anissa during the scourge. Stayed at her side giving her water and making sure she didn’t choke on her own blood. Thula wanted so badly to take her home, while Anissa just quietly basked in the attention despite the shame it brewed in her.

They sit close together when seeking each other’s comfort. Not so close that their weakness would be on display.. but just close enough that they’re touching. That’s enough for them…

Anissa adopts whatever Thula’s posture is when they stand to attention.