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THIS BLOG HAS BEEN ARCHIVED. I AM AT @melsworldofmuses​

Okay so I have decided to archive this blog now. I will be moving all of my drafts and ask replies over to the new blog, which is the same url

@melsworldofmuses

I still don’t have my main theme yet (as of 9:03pm April 14th, 2021) but the new blog will be finished soon.

Again, if I do not follow you back, please know that it is a decision that is hard for me to make but as of right now limiting myself is something that I need to do. I’m very sorry, but know that I love you so much and wish you all the best. And if I get to a better place where I open myself to more followers, I will follow you again - but I will also understand if you don’t wish to follow me back again. 

Tryphon wrapped his arms around her as Katrina buried her face against his chest, his hand gently stroking her back as a knowing smile began to curve his lips. Though from the way her body froze and the way her head snapped up to meet his gaze, Tryphon knew she was beginning to catch onto the hidden meaning behind her words.  

Though he wanted to EASE her rather than shock her even more, but he did not know how to phrase the words that would avoid shock. They had stopped their slow dance and Tryphon met her gaze with a rare seriousness he only reserved for work. 

“Katrina. I bought out your contract and burned it in my fireplace. You are free. No one is going to hurt you like that again. As for Sal…,” a rare glint of anger appeared in his eyes. He was different from his sister - whose anger was freeform and blatant. Tryphon’s anger was quiet and he struck from behind the scenes when his opponents had no idea he was coming. “– Sal is currently getting the shit beat out of him. And then he is going to jail for severe abuse and negligence of his…employees.” He waited for the words to process, knowing they were the equivalent of a BOMB, but Tryphon wanted her to know the truth, wanted her to revel her in own freedom.

She suddenly felt as if someone had punched her in the chest, leaving her stunned and breathless. Eyes widened as he spoke, the shimmer of tears glazing over her bright blue hues. What had he done? What was happening? This whole night had felt like a dream, now even more so with what he had told her. It couldn’t be real, he couldn’t have meant that. 

Katrina just stood there, mouth agape, body paralyzed with shock. Her head was spinning, trying to make sense of it all. She was free - that’s what he told her. That phrase...for years she’s been longing to hear it, had been wishing and praying for it. She made a terrible mistake and her choice has been haunting her ever since. It wasn’t the job itself that pained her, but the man practically sold herself to that the past decade or so a living hell for her. It was all because of Salvatore Zarnecki, his cruelty breaking her down until she was forced to accept it. Yet even still she tried to fight, clinging onto some sliver of hope. It was dwindling, sure, but it was still there. 

Then, she met Tryphon. From that day, it seemed like everything in her life was changing - slowly, but surely. And now, with what he had just told her.

Her entire life flashed before her eyes; that’s what people say when they were close to dying - it was weird, but that’s exactly what was happening in her mind. Years of her suffering at Zarnecki’s hands came rushing back to her, before all of a sudden - like the breaking of a mirror - the memories shattered into hundreds of tiny pieces, shards that fell around her feet. Then, the creaking of metal caught her ears; she looked up, not to see Tryphon’s face, but to see the bars of a cage surrounding her and the door to that cage being opened. She was taken from that cage and - like a bird that had been trapped behind those bars, spreading its wings to fly away - she knew it to be true. She was free. 

What felt like a lifetime in her mind was only a few moments that passed in reality. Her consciousness was pulled back into the present, to this moment right now standing in Tryphon’s arms - free from Zarnecki, free from the life she had unknowingly been suckered into, free to do whatever the hell she wanted without the fear of consequences and punishment from those cold, unforgiving hands. Free...to act on impulse, which was exactly what Katrina did after nothing but silence and stillness. 

me: but it’s not our turn. and we have others to write.

my muses: *cries over certain muses*

me: look at these other ones, you can go play with them! 

my muses: *complains harder* 

me: You know, *angry woman and cat meme* you’re the reason I have anxiety over a hobby

Despite the best attempts she would give, Katrina wouldn’t be able to defend herself in a physical altercation. Not only is she just not a fighter, but she’s also not as fit and healthy as she used to be. She’s lost quite a bit of weight and muscle in the years being employed to Zarnecki - she’s not ‘anorexic’ skinny, but she can definitely be classified as underweight. But also, to expand on the not being a fighter part, she wouldn’t really know what to do in a scuffle. Any punches she throws would be shrugged off without issue and she’s not very skilled with any self-defense techniques. She knows how to bluff with weapons - she can hold a gun and act tough - but someone with even a less than keen eye would notice her hesitance. 

This is not to say that she hasn’t tried to fight back, because she has - many times it would seem for her very life - but way more often than not she ends up tasting defeat.

Good mood, I bought sushi.

Bad mood, I bought the wrong damn sauce.

I bought the spicy mayo, instead of the mild/kami sauce.

Got 2, paid 6$ each....fuuuuuuuuck

Lena’s first instinct when faced with someone trying to hurt her emotionally is to snap back with sarcasm, followed by anger. It takes a lot to make her cry out of sadness, and most likely if you see tears they are full of wrath. She has her mother’s temper and isn’t afraid to lash out physically at a moment’s notice; however, due to a moment in her past where she accidentally punched her own brother in one of these fits of rage, she’s worked hard to hold herself back from causing physical harm of any kind. If you’re paying close attention when she’s in a heated argument or another situation where her temper flares, you’ll notice a tick in her hands - there’s a sharp twitch every few seconds, meaning she has the overwhelming urge to strike someone or something. She’s tried to replace the urge to lash out with her fists by using her sharp tongue and wit, choosing instead to break someone emotionally rather than physically.

IC INTERACTIONS

@hellfireisms

She knew this was coming - how could it not? What happened between them, the circumstances behind it...It was...’unconventional’, for the lack of a better term. Truthfully, she hasn’t been able to stop thinking about what happened - as if trying to figure out what to say, perhaps even how to say it - but all she could really focus on was the act itself. In all honesty, much to her surprise, Kimberly didn’t regret anything that happened - well, not everything, she should say, considering what had lead them up to it (how fucking pathetic her so called ‘strong-will’ was) - but the sex with Elias? There was no guilt there, no remorse, contrary to what she had previously thought. 

Did...Did Elias...feel that way? 

...Hadn’t he kissed her first? 

She wouldn’t be surprised (hurt, but not surprised) that he thought it had all been a mistake...

She shifted uncomfortably as her hand raised the cup of much needed coffee to her lips, the freshly made, still quite hot and bitter liquid (black without sugar, the perfect blend for the probable headache this conversation would bring) warming her throat as she drank nearly half of it down in one go. She didn’t meet his gaze, instead watching the steam from her cup rise and disappear into the air - the sharp scent of coffee filling her lungs with each breath she took, it helped in keeping her calm. 

My neck's kidna fat but it's still nice lol