Aug 25, 2017
DROPS A BUCKET OF LOVE
PICKS IT UP AND DUMPS IT ON YOU -- --
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DROPS A BUCKET OF LOVE
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morning polish has unraveled . the alabaster cloth of her sleeves gathers at the hinge of her elbows , collar unfastened at the throat , honeyed ringlets slipping free as she bends over the marble counter . the apartment stands composed around her with the curated exactitude of a high-end showroom interior , incongruous with the fluidity of lithe muscle & sinew — a space she inhabits without truly belonging , as if anything permanent might weigh her down . the ice breaks the silence first — a sharp thud , amber threading over the cold rocks , fracturing it in slow , molten lines . she slips off her pumps on the way across the room , shedding the last of the day’s curated veneer . stockinged steps whisper over polished tile , soundless save for the faint click of rocks settling in the glass .
LOUD & DEAFENING SILENCE hunger . give my muse something to eat / drink . ( elias ryker — @helldwells )
she offers him a glass with a slow turn of her wrist , the twin weight balanced effortlessly , burgundy nails whispering against crystal . for a moment , the neon catches her profile , blue luminescence backlighting a gentle pull that has begun to thread itself at the corner of glossed petals , revealing something private in the expression , tired but not bereft of warmth . “ long day ? looks like Arasaka’s been keeping you busy . ” it's almost playful & raw . bottle-green hues hold his façade , tracing the lines of his expression . catlike curiosity flickers in her gaze — intimate & attentive , careful not to intrude on his privacy . somewhere above the skyline , an ad-drone crawls past , its glow diffused by the droplets of rain clinging to the glass . from this distance , the city almost looks like something worth saving . yet it’s only a spectacle — like the Glenn apartment enclosing them . a curated illusion incapable of disguising the slow , pervasive decay the city is steeped in .
'what the fuck are you doing?'
a harsh, sanitary white spills from the ceiling panels, pressing down like a diagnostic glare — the kind that leaves nowhere to hide . a static hum reverberates , answering the restless rattle settling in the ivory ribcage . flashes of earlier — rain-slicked streets , crimson rivulets spreading beneath vinyl heels , throat raw from her own fervid screams — rise and recoil in her mind like a fevered pulse . viridescent hues thread the room as the kiroshi scanner display overtakes her vision , restless mind stitching together an escape plan .
“ what the fuck are you doing ? ”
head tilts in a mere acknowledgment , bottle-green optics averted to him , peering through rain-soaked strands . his tone paralyses her — a cold tremor down her spine and sinew . taut as a rabbit sensing the snap of a snare. yet, a curious gaze dares to linger far too long on the intricate lattice of chrome and wiring that is his design, wondering if anything vital remains beneath arasaka’s meticulous architecture . a perfectly-shaped brow raises inquisitively ; a smoke-roughened murmur slips past glossed petals . “ why ? you keeping tabs on me ? ” it's not her first rodeo . once rods and cables are attached , she'll be in her element , free to command a place . “ nice set of chrome. your employer must pay well . . . or expect a lot . ” her smile tightened , tension threading through her jaw , indulgence curling from the nature of her visit . the trivial question has been solved . she’s here to rewrite her creation — useless to them as a corpse. might as well savor it.
No need to post this right away but more positivity ~ I just wanted to let you know I'm so happy when you're on Marta. I can't stand when people bash her and as an rper of another hated (tho less now bc symphonias fame is a double edged sword aaaa) female character I LOVE all your metas on Marta and her development. I can feel your passion and I hope that stays with you through as many breaks as u need! Viva Marta Lualdi!
I really was not expecting more positivity tonight, but this means the world. you’ve always been so sweet to me, thank you so much! I’m so happy that you enjoy the things I write, both in character and about our girl here. I’ve completed the game 10 ( going on 11 hewogp ) times and I’ve already 100% cleared it, so you’d think I’d be out of things to say but I’m really not. my passion for marta will never be gone, that much I can say for certain. It’s really encouraging to hear this, as I’m sure you understand it’s hard writing a character that so much of the fandom hates -- it can be really draining and stressful.
thank you so much for welcoming me back every time, and for letting me know it’s okay to step back when it gets too overwhelming. no matter how marta is received, I’ll always love her and try to show the sides of her that go ignored / overlooked. viva marta lualdi !!