#destroyed-ourselves

The Shadows sank into the darkness at her feet, clinging to her naturally cast shadow. This was an unfamiliar world, and They would remain close to Kat for now. They had been her protectors from birth, and took to the designation quite seriously, much to her annoyance. They wouldn't leave her.

So Kat ignored Them, slipping her hands into her pockets. There were were more pressing matters that required her attention—such as finding out just where the Shadows had dropped her.

She lifted her head, watching the sky, the lights shining this way and that, a recording saying... something, the words indistinct, though one she caught and held tight to.

GeneCo. The same name as on the posters she passed when she went down an alley.

Kat frowned a little, then moved out of the alley and onto a street. There were people here, milling around, going about their business, auras gleaming. She let out a little breath, her apprehension subsiding. In every single world she'd visited, auras behaved in the same way—colorful and glowing, dancing, moving, ever-changing. In every single world she'd visited, Kat worried it might be the final one, the world where there were no auras, no souls and she could be—

Something—someone slammed into her shoulder, offsetting her, sending Kat's small body back, to the ground.

Then the Shadows darkened, emerged from Kat's shadow, and became a great black creature with eyes and fangs and claws all black as ink. The massive great Cat bared its teeth with a warning hiss, settling into a low, reverberating growl.

"Nox," Kat commanded in a clear voice. "Stop."

The Shadow-Panther ceased its noise, but remained there, mouth open, teeth waiting.

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At first, Thomas didn't look up from the book he was reading. "Old," he replied simply.

There was a pause. Then his gaze flicked up to meet hers, and he rolled his eyes with a sigh.

for muses that are getting to know each other // @destroyed-ourselves

"I don't think it's something most people would think to guess," he countered, helping himself to a few more jelly beans from the bag. "I'm the outlier. The one person in town, in the state, who hates ice cream."

While Jamie was a huge fan of sweets, ice cream had never been among them. Who doesn't like ice cream? was the usual surprised, befuddled response whenever someone learned that of him. It wasn't the taste so much as it was the cold of it. He didn't like that, chalking it up to his fiery demigod heritage, a fact he'd yet to reveal to Cori. That made it a little trickier to explain, but Jamie had a few practiced replies.

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How they had reached this topic, Kat didn't know. A seemingly innocuous conversation about her travels had evolved into something more serious. And emotional.

She didn't look up from where the Shadows stretched across the floor. Kat had put herself on the floor, closer to Them, moving Them—more like directing Them, since They weren't exactly controlled by her. Her fingers moved the Darkness back and forth, like finger-painting with the deepest, darkest, coldest black.

She watched Them move, as she considered Corinna's words.

"Yeah, that'd be a nice thought," Kat finally said, exhaling a breath. "If I knew what I was lookin' for." She had a few vague, abstract notions of what it might be—connection, a place to belong, acceptance. Kat found it hard to pin down.

The leash was wrapped around one of his hands, pulling gently on it. His other hand rose and fell regular on Cori's ass, turning her rump red. Every time he pulled her back on the leash, he thrust his hips forward at the same time into her wet and willing pussy. She was on all fours before him on the bed with her ass in the air. His cock twitched at her moaned words.

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2. Favourite food

She’s not picky since she doesn’t get to pick what she eats often, but she likes Italian food a lot when she can get it.

7. That thing they always forget to do

Wipe her boots before entering her own home. (She’s good about doing it when entering other peoples’ house though)

12. What they do that would drive a roommate insane

Besides the whole ‘murderous vigilante’ thing? Snore. Also not fold her laundry.

13. Guilty pleasure

trashy reality TV

23. Where do they most want to go/like going on vacation?