we're coming for blood.

She raised her eyebrow at Quinn, watching the woman tense and straighten when told to bow in front of her. It was interesting to her that, while she couldn’t speak for Quinn, Niji knew that most women would have this affect on her. What power she held in keeping the chaotic storm that is Quinn at bay was impressive and strong. And not to be abused. She loved Quinn, especially the chaos and intrigue that it brought into her life. “Knelt in front of me… Between my legs as you should be, Quinnie,” she cooed, offering a sharp quirk of her lips into a smirk. “In your place.” Niji leaned in just a bit as Quinn gave her small kisses along her jaw. It felt good to be back where they should be. Without the drama of their birthday weekend or the nervousness of them being out in public as a prince and princess. Right now, it was just her and Quinn and everything felt right. Niji took a moment to think. She wanted Quinn to know this. She figured if they were going to try this relationship thing, if that was what they could be considered, Quinn was going to have to learn about this one day or another. Yet, speaking it out loud would be hard. After nearly ten years, it was hard to get the words out of her throat, but on a page it was easier. “Why don’t you read until you think it is getting too personal, Quinn? Like if you become uncomfortable or upset?” She reached over and picked up the journals and yearbooks, holding them out for Quinn to take. “Hmm? Like getting you jealous over girls who could never compare to you?” Niji asked in reference to Quinn saying she riles her up in other ways. 

“for my newest role - i’m a girl who works a bakery shop- so i decided to really give method acting a try, and I baked some shortbread cookies- just like my mamá used to make. -will you pretty please do me the honours and try one? I need to know if they’re good or not- and I feel like i’ll be a little bit biased.” ( @vestalanding​ 

Quinn took one look at the cookies before turning her attention to the woman in front of her - she’s certain she’s seen her in something, at least, but that doesn’t mean she’s going to try her cookies. “I mean, I love cookies as much as the next person but shouldn’t we be on a first name basis before I try your baking?” Quinn playfully asked. Soon after, though, she held her hand out for the other woman to take, finally introducing herself “my name’s Quinn.”

❝ that’s quite the struggle to geniuses, i’m afraid. as far as i can recall, it’s hard for us to keep thoughts concise & blabbering about whatever troubles non-stop is mandatory !! ❞ a joke would probably lighten up the mood, although the smile on his lips never fades away & it even spreads out some more as he holds out his hands, before he ceases their motion inches away from being able to touch her hair. ❝ do you mind ? i just want to test out the texture of your hair to determine what we could do for you. i’d immediately think pink, but you’re more of a combative soul & you shouldn’t just go for the easy way out. i’m considering blue instead. pastel blue. ombre would give it quite the character. like some goddess who’d be piloting a mecha & saving all of the useless guys who diminished her abilities to begin with. ❞ as he expects to get authorization to touch her hair, he’s shocked by her question & he chuckles. ❝ i’ve not been fired. i suppose my wording was incorrect, although i might be fired soon. i take way too many naps while working but i guess being an easy harlot is what’s kept me employed up to now. it gets them a shit ton of money anyway. ❞

There’s something so magnetic about Kam - it could very well be his personality or it could have to do with his appearance and the way he carries himself outwardly. Kam’s confidence shines through without shoving their ego down other’s throats - at least not from the few encounters she’s shared with them. She laughed a bit when the joke hit but, mostly, Quinn found herself enraptured by his presence rather than his words. However, another laugh escaped her when she completely realized that pastel fantasy has nothing to do with make up and everything to do with hair. When he asked if she cared whether he touches her hair, she shook her head with a firm “go ahead.” As they began to explain pastel blue might go better with such a combative soul - the compliment on top of the fact that Kam was so clearly referencing D.Va had Quinn’s eyes widening with genuine delight. That’s right, he was the one to bring of Mortal Kombat prior, after all. “Pink’s my favorite color but you are fucking selling it with pastel blue - does ombre have to do with layers?” Quinn asked, taking a stab in the dark with that term. Once more, Kam managed to surprise her - specifically with his wording, describing himself as a harlot and how that’s managed to keep him employed rather than get him fired. “Y’know, I was about to ask if you are implying that you’re a sex worker but I imagine taking naps on a job like that would get you fired fast. What is it that you do, exactly?”

It was interesting with her, watching Quinn go through all these emotions over women she’s never met and likely would never meet. It wasn’t like Niji was itching to go back home to New Jersey or like she kept in touch with any of her friends from college. Vesta was her place to reinvent herself. No ties to exploring herself or the hurt she had in New Jersey. She was just going to be Nijiko Kato the way she was supposed to be without anyone telling her otherwise. Niji made note not to bring up something like this, again. Seen Quinn distraught over something that was never going to happen wasn’t pleasant, even if she looked cute with her face bright red in a scowl. Niji raised her eyebrows at Quinn when her nose was bumped against. She cocked her head back, eyeing down Quinn. “Kneel before your Princess and finish reading my diaries you desperately wanted to see. I have the other three year books too if you want to see me progressively get more sad…” Niji noted. Though, she was hesitant to pass her her senior year book and journal. The June before she turned seventeen, she was kicked out. The amount of pain and confusion was a lot to share, but Niji was never sure if she could verbal tell Quinn what had happened. She had never been able to speak about it before. She could only write it down. A small smile appeared on her lips. “Or maybe I just have that effect on you. Calm whatever storm Hurricane Quinn is.”

❝ i think the main goal in one person’s life is to accomplish certain goals & make dreams come true, don’t you think ? you probably don’t care, but that’s too damn bad & i don’t remember asking, but i recently hit two life milestones: going full pastel fantasy & buying one thing that possibly defined me as the gayest kid in my block, an easy bake oven. now if i wasn’t fired… maybe then my life would be great. what’s up with your life goals & dreams ? are you as happy as i am ? ❞

@vestalanding​​

“I’m not even sure what to focus on more with all the shit you just said to me,” Quinn said as she tried to work everything out. “First of all - what the fuck is pastel fantasy and would it look good on me? Second of all, I feel bad for any kid that didn’t have an easy bake oven - I was attached to mine until a certain age,” she admitted. “As for whether I’m happy or not in life - I’m honestly one of the luckiest bitches ‘cause I’ve got so much going for me in terms of my job and my love life. Now explain to me - how the fuck did you get fired?”

“No. You’re the prettiest woman I ever met. I don’t think I’d ever meet someone who could compare to you. That’s why there’s so much sadness in the most recent entry. I meant it when I said I love you, Quinn. That’s why being jealous is so silly. I never said that to another girl,” she admitted. It was true. None of them could compare to Quinn. Not in looks or in personality. Everything Niji ever wanted in a lover was in Quinn. The body, the fashion sense, the personality. Everything. What she saw was what she got. There wasn’t any games or bullshit. In her mind, Quinn was perfect. Niji felt her face start to burn a dark red as Quinn squeeze one of her thighs and said that she deserved to have her head between them. Before Niji could correct her or huff it off, Quinn had started to take what she said a little too serious. After all, Niji wanted to see how far she could go before Quinn got jealous. It was cute, how jealous Quinn was getting over women who barely got to see her a second or third time. Yet, Quinn had been able to consistently see her over summer until recent. But, now she was back in her life and Niji hoped she wanted to stay. A sly smirk appeared on Niji’s lips as she repeated, “No, none of them get to have me like you do. And I am your Princess. Only yours. And my Prince looks adorable when she’s jealous, but I’m afraid you’ll pop a blood vessel if I ever do this again… Unless you need to be put in your place, Quinnie.” Niji slide a hand over Quinn’s cheek, pulling her into a soft kiss. She pressed their foreheads together and let out a soft laugh. “None of them were as kind as you. As much as you call yourself a bitch, I’ve yet to see that in you. All I see is a beautiful and kind woman who’s been nothing, but patient with me.”

“I didn’t call her anything, did I?” Chase noted, looking up Quinn up and down as the other woman got in her face. “Suddenly you care so much for someone who isn’t you?”

“You fucking insinuated that she’s a bitch for dating someone such as myself. Call me whatever you want but keep your assumptions about her to your fucking self,” she got out, remaining in Chase’s face. Instead of doing anything about it, though, she kept her fists balled at her sides. 

She follows the instruction well, placing her phone up in front of her but her eyes linger on the man as he gets back on. “Here’s to hoping it’s not a waste of a video on my phone,” she muses with a chuckle. It wasn’t that she wanted anyone to get hurt, however, at least if it happened again she’d be properly prepared. And with a companion who seemed to appreciate other’s embarrassments just as much as she did, herself.

Quinn smiled a bit as soon as the other woman pulled her phone out, the two of them focusing both of their attention on the guy who’d wiped moments prior. He got settled back on his horse, somehow managing to really brush off the previous incident so that he could put on a show for the audience. “So far so good...as much as I wanna be disappointed right now - I’m kinda impressed by the fact that he’s keeping his shit together this time ‘cause it looked like it hurt before.”

@vestalanding​

“Please don’t ask,” Gwen said, covered in sticky coffee. “Just another tantrum by a forty-year-old. Who can taste when she has two and a half squirts of hazel instead of two and a quarter.”

“I mean, on one hand - I wasn’t gonna ask shit ‘cause it sounds like a you problem. On the other, though, that woman sounds like a fucking Karen...I’m not sure who I’m rooting for in this situation.”

She rolled her eyes. “Is there ever going to be a time where you insist that I’m the prettiest of the two of us? I still don’t think it’s fair to compare us like that,” Niji insisted. She knew that they had this argument before, and it would likely never go away. But Quinn needed to hear that there was no competition on who was more beautiful. To her, they were equals. Niji nodded. “She was kind. And it meant a lot to me at the time. I mean, every year book I look this scared. I’m not even sure she knew my name. But the little bits of kindness made everything a lot easier,” she explained. “It’s not like I didn’t have other crushes, either. Just none as intense as the one I had on her… Lot of sporty girls, actually. I mean, you shouldn’t be shocked by that.” She gestured to Quinn. Her exact type. Sporty, with a kind, but sharp personality that was honest. Everything about Quinn was exactly what she wanted in women all rolled into one. “You’re not the first woman I was with, Quinn,” she huffed, crossing her arms. “I’ve been with other girls. Just never really dated. And I know what it does to you… Your face lights up like fireworks on the Fourth of July.” Niji admitted without a second thought when asked if she exposed anything about Quinn to Imani, “I told her you were a cheerleader. I still can’t get over it.” Her face burned a light red as she felt her lover squeeze her thighs. With a raise of her eyebrows and a bit of bravery, she noted, “Why would I show Imani the hickey marks you’d place on my thighs to mark me as your territory?” She paused, watching Quinn as she read the final entry. Niji forgot that it was stained with tears. Dramatic, but no one else had ever been allowed to look at her diaries. At the time, she didn’t think anyone else was going to see it. So, an expression of herself meant crying over it as well. She cleared her throat, explaining, “Yes, I wanted to do what I felt you deserved and at the time I felt you deserved someone better. I still think you do. You deserve more than just better, but the world. Everything.” Niji couldn’t help, but laugh at the heart about Marie. “Are you going to do that for the girl I kissed in college, too? Or the one I lost my virginity to… Or the one I took the virginity of…” She looked over to Quinn, wondering how far she could go until she was red with anger and jealousy. After a moment or two, Niji offered a small smile. “None of them have been allowed to sleep in my bed, though,” she admitted. “Or use my shower or my soaps. See me without makeup. Especially call me Nijiko. There is only one person I let call me Nijiko.”