#boundbyrage

“This is my realm, warrior of the tournament. You are not welcome here.“

Hecate had little care for Mortal Kombat. She was not involved, and the mere presence of Scorpion here was an affront. Under normal circumstances the most highly honored of the gods would simply ignore Mortal Kombat. Ignore the battles, ignore the worlds brought low. 

But this? It could not simply be ignored.

           ❝ ARE YOU REALLY CONTENT letting a pathetic sorcerer like Quan Chi use you as a watchdog? Calling you to heel to watch his fortress while he goes off to play with the big boys? ❞

          She had originally come with a message for Quan Chi, per Shao Kahn’s instructions. How unfortunate that the sorcerer was away for the time being. But she had already made the trip; why not take advantage of his absence and explore his fortress? Of course, she expected safeguards, but what she did not expect was to find Scorpion had been left behind. With his presence, Quan Chi’s secrets are out of reach, but that does not mean she cannot find a way to possibly remove him from the equation and give herself time to prowl. At the very least, she had a chance to toy with Quan Chi’s favorite enforcer.

           ❝ I wonder why he DIDN’T take you. I thought you were your own man, but perhaps you’re really just another mindless, undead pet that Quan Chi has collected. It’s a damn shame, too. I expected more from YOU, of all people. ❞

       “Are...are the bad men gone?” The scarred child asked. Too frighten to leave her dark hiding place. She did not know if he was a person-person or one of the scary dead people that only she could see. They never left her alone. 

           ❝ I FIND IT FUNNY HOW our masters wish to meet, and yet they send us as emissaries. It is almost ironic. ❞

 one scratch of kunai blade still feels fresh against his cheek despite it being such long centuries . last time with hanzo the man died on the ground full of his own blood , his and his clan's , wife and child frozen ,  if he had heard the cries of a baby in the crib inside she's be DEAD too but unfortunately the luck was on hanzo's side .

 this time the blade falls on the exact same place it scratched before , the force of it tilting his face harshly to left .

 a pause in their battle , a historical moment perhaps . the smirk he gives hanzo is just akin to that day . usually , bi han doesn't speak when he's sparring but he's too tempted .  too tempted to hurt a man by simply mentioning a frozen woman . his left arm was burnt , he couldn't slowly but surely see the end of his fight but death didn't scare him . failure did .

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@boundbyrage​ asked: [ NECK ] : your muse kisses my muse on the neck.

          THINGS BETWEEN THEM WERE BOUND TO COMBUST EVENTUALLY. One way or another. There’s only so long you can ceaselessly tease and prod at someone before it becomes unbearable. And oh, how she had teased him. It was fun, watching him do everything in his power to keep himself, to take the high road and abstain from giving the blood mage the satisfaction of any reaction beyond a well-placed glare. But enough was enough. She’s pushed him too far this time; she realizes this when he abruptly stands and takes her shoulders, her back meeting the wall behind her.

          There’s no fear in her. What’s it gonna be? An angry tirade? A quick brawl to get the tension out then go about their business? It was common for people whose lives were so entrenched with Kombat. She’s prepared herself for any outcome on the day she finally makes the Scorpion explode, but this? This is much better than any of that. She can see the look in his eyes as their gazes remain locked in a silent battle. She knows what he wants. She wants it too. Skarlet rips the mask away from his face, her thumb brushing against the lips she finds beneath. A blur of motion, and those lips are now pressed against her bare neck, placing hungry kisses on her porcelain skin.

          They were always dragging each other into trouble. From their secret alliance, to their plotting against the Lin Kuei, and covering for each other’s most dangerous secrets. This is simply a new kind of trouble.

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           ❝ YOU WEREN’T SUPPOSED TO SEE THIS. ❞

          No one was. Skarlet knows how this looks. She's stolen from the very emperor she had pledged her life to. Sought knowledge that he has forbidden from her reach. Worst of all, it seemed to be for nothing. She was not yet proficient enough to tap into the magic described within the stolen book. Attempting to do so has not given her the power she desired; it only served to amplify the echo of the Blood Code within her mind. It might have taken over her completely, had Scorpion’s intrusion not interrupted her trance-like state. 

         Hypnotized no longer, she collapses to her knees with a hiss, hands gripping her head as she regains her grip on reality. The red color in her eyes flickers and fades back into grey as the influence subsides.

           ❝ You can’t tell them about this. They’ll KILL me! ❞  she exclaims through gritted teeth. He could do so if he wished. Walk away and report her to her superiors. She couldn’t stop him, nor clean up the mess in time to deflect blame. She cannot even stand to her feet; how can she hope to cover this up? Her fist pounds angrily against the floor. Skarlet grabs the stolen book of magic and flings it across the room, the leather binding hitting the stone wall with a firm smack.

           ❝ Please, ❞  The anger in her voice subsides, supplanted by pleading exasperation. She cannot fight her way out of this situation. Her only hope to escape the repercussions of her actions is for Scorpion to remain silent about what he witnessed.  ❝ Please don’t. ❞