the queen bee 👑

sculmask : inside / priv / sel Persona multimuse. Exploring grief, death, the pain of loss and how it never truly leaves you, depression, anxiety, confronting your true self and coming to terms with it, isolation, belonging, finding justice in an unjust society

ft. Mitsuru Kirijo, Makoto Yuki, Akihiko Sanada / Margaret, Naoto Shirogane, Rise Kujikawa, Tohru Adachi / Akira Kurusu, Kasumi and Sumire Yoshizawa, Makoto Niijima, Sae Niijima, Takuto Maruki

sideblog to @cybrvce

lilian really is the perfect little songbird for nealie. she deserves better than how nealie treats her, but she likes that nealie can't help herself. enabling her whims, so eager to experiment, it's impossible not to play with her. and today, frustrated with the world, she can use the outlet.

Nealie was a wonder - it was no surprise their studying was completely disregarded in favor of some extra making out in the privacy of a dorm room. It was a miracle she didn't need to share accommodations (even if walls were paper thin); Lilian had forgotten to place a sock or anything on the doorknob when the redhead kissed her on the lips and pressed her against the door, letting Lilian feel the toned physique of someone who was a real fighter under all the pretty clothes.

"Oh my god, Nealie," she gasped, eyes opening with a flash of pleasure. The brunette moaned, hips shyly moving from one side to the other in a circular motion, as if trying to understand how her body reacted to the toy - and whether it made her girlfriend feel something different too, sharing that form of intense pleasure with her. One of her hands moved to find the opening between her legs, two digits rubbing over that swollen clit and sensing just how sensitive she was from that mere second of contact.

"Can I see you?" the younger woman asked, raising her head and supporting her torso with the other free hand splayed over the desk, finding an empty spot among notebooks, empty coffee mugs and uncapped pens. There was no mirror there - no way of watching how Nealie felt, but maybe they could move it to her bed. The brunette made an effort to look over an shoulder, careful not to let the double-ended dildo slip away, "If we go to the bed, can we do this face to face? I want to... Touch you too," she said, talking coherently turning into a complex exercise when the redhead moved, her pleasure fueling the one of her lover.

Two weeks had passed since that night. It was her words that kept him up at night. He had arranged for his death, for his mind had been determined that night. It was only a matter of putting all the pieces of his life in small boxes, promises to those he loved if he ever went missing. Even apologizing to his little sister if he came off as peculiar in the coming days. There was a high possibility that he would not return at all, and he was not one to live his promises unkept if something awry had happened to him. It was a peculiar feeling prepping for the possibility of your death. Even if he found death comforting all his life. He wasn’t afraid of it, only afraid of what he was causing others if he did not return.

Melissa always knew where he was when he sought her. As if his mind was being read and without explanation, she would appear for one of their long walks. He did so now, as he walked the length of the cliffside where the sea kissed the sides of the rock with such violence that matched the emotions in his heart. Soon, that thrashing of an instrument would no longer beat and instead, something different would take its place.

He had dressed in his finest materials, the long coat accenting and protecting him from the cold winds that sharply cut through with the forcefulness of the sea at its side, and still the wind found the gaps at his wrists and throat. He ceased his pacing at the edge of the cliff, hearing the roaring of the water below. It was as if he was going to take the leap to his death; in a way, it was of the same vein. He wasn’t fearful still. A strange ache had nestled in the chamber of his heart, his eyes lingering at the window where his smaller sibling slept, oblivious to the turmoil that her older brother was experiencing.

Melissa's prolonged stay at the Lecter estate had barely been questioned - mortals were easily influenced with her mind gifts, ready to believe whatever excuse she fed them about remaining in their company after the original parties had long ended. The fact that some peasants or the random servant from the castle disappeared did not seem to matter; unfortunate accidents happened every day.

The wind outside was kept at bay with the aid of a heavy, dark red cloak, shielding most of the countess' hair and delicate fabrics from the elements. The immortal's eyes were glowing without the need to reign her powers in; Hannibal knew what she was and what he would become - after two weeks, there was no reason to pretend to be remotely mundane. Melissa found him by the cliff, her crimson-clad figure an easy one to spot by her companion as he gazed at the castle.

"Second thoughts, my dear?" she inquired, but the tone was kind. It was not unusual for the bittersweet feelings to emerge, even if she couldn't personally relate (her own making had been much more straightforward when contact with her family had been so limited). "If not, I have prepared a place for us tonight - we should both be away from any prying eyes."

There was a cabin nearby - probably built by someone who worked for the Lecters and took care of castle grounds. Melissa had it quietly vacated with the aid of her mental abilities, but required little else in terms of furniture. They had a comfortable bed, spare clothes and sturdy windows (no doubt built like that because of the wind) if they needed to spend their first morning there. It would be safe and, more importantly - the two of them would be undisturbed.

The vampire removed her cloak once they got inside, hanging it by the door - a hand reached out for the fireplace there and, as if by magic, flames erupted there. Another one of the gifts often bestowed upon her species, of course, but one she hardly displayed in front of humans as it was complicated to justify as a mere parlor trick. A few candles received the same treatment, giving the small cabin just enough light and warmth - all for Hannibal's benefit, of course.