#ephixltes

There’s no words said. What’s done is done. 

Nightmares were the antithesis of dreams, so it didn’t strike as a surprise to Hella to feel like that happened in another life, in a dream now covered by a layer of mist. Every young girl craved for the world outside (specially her, who under Pharma so scarcely ever saw the light of day), yet to Hecate even the concept of craving seemed to escape her. So what could she prioritize? Hella only knew selfishness, looked for the parents she lost, the friends that sold her away, the monster that cracked her bones open day after day.

She was unapologetically selfish. And sometimes her selfishness reached some collateral victims.

❝ I have to do surprise attacks for you to remember it’s my birthday! ❞ Hella shouted, supporting herself over the shoulders of Hecate, looking at her with a funny look of mixed anger and playfulness. Only Ninety-Nine ever held her like this, ever made her spin in strange bliss. ❝ Even that moron of Ninety-Nine remembered! And Chief sent a gift! What can you say in your defense?! ❞

“I’m doing a research,” she tells you. “What do you think happiness is?”

It was the girl with the silent disposition, yet Stargazer knew behind the single visible eye there was an inquisitive soul. Sensitive to the matters of the heart, yet aloof in the ways she handled things. It was such a curious juxtaposition between her comprehension and expression.

A smile tugged at the corners of her lips at the question, raising a golden claw to her chin in thought.

"A rather curious question. Yet I cannot help but question it as well."

Right there and then, Stargazer was content. But happiness?

"'tis only something someone who has known joy to answer. I genuinely wonder if it is the kind of feeling I have been pursuing all my life... with the idea that somebody special would accept me, or the feeling of family and belonging."

Her blue eyes darted across all directions, as if to recall any memories of such, but indirectly, it was also to avoid the penetrating, questioning gaze of the girl's.

HARD-TO-FIND HURT / COMFORT SENTENCE STARTERS.

ー@ephixltes // "i'll do anything you say." ( hecate )

An audacious request to say out loud now that Zoya was just about to step on another sinner's face. She promptly stopped herself before her boot reached its initial destination however. The Legion leader turned her head towards Hecate who has been trying to calm down the silver-haired brawler for a little while now.

❝ Oh, will you really? It's ever so rare these days to find reasonable people, I didn't expect that sort of answer coming from an MBCC puppet. ❞

She turned around and ordered the sinner who was on the ground to get lost before she changed her mind, now completely turning her attention to Hecate.

mostly for hecate, because i do feel like these two could find such safe places in each other-

يا حبيبتي (ya habibati) - my dear

Her only, most loyal Adjutant should be fully aware that she’s spiraling right now. Instead, there is a soft scooting sound as Chief drags herself over behind Nightingale and head plops into shoulder, arms wrapping around and holding tight.

Dalia can't help but feel the anger in the way Nightingale had wrapped her bandage a bit too tight, or how her adjutant never warned her of the antibacterial and antibiotic creams she had put on every little scratch and scrape she got, the wind whistling as it was sucked through the chief's teeth. It took everything in her not to complain too much, because she knew Nightingale was mad for a reason - it was always for a good reason; Dalia knew what she always did could be risky or uncalled for out in the field. But Dalia had her own good reasons for it...At least, at heart she did. She was the Chief, with powers in her that could do so much to save so many lives, and potentially stop the mania crisis and black ring disasters completely...With time, of course. So many organizations were at play, everyone else stirring the pot and making it boil over and change form into whatever the desired. She was no different...Yet she swears she's doing it for good.

But she knows it all comes at a price. And she throws her life in danger way more than most should, or could, or would. But that was because she can...But she has learned she's not invincible either. The inheritance, or the influence of another black ring, or just overexposure to mania - Everything could destroy her so easily. Yet that was another reason to fight, to stay strong, until her very last breath...

But Nightingale doesn't want to hear that. She knows all too well. The atmosphere in their transport vehicle is all the more tense with every passing second Dalia doesn't respond to her beloved adjutant. So...

She can't help but sigh, in that "I-should've-known-you-would-do-this" kind of way, but there's nothing angry or exhausted about her. She's relieved to see Hecate. Of course, she's happy to see Hecate. No matter the dangers or peril that awaits them, the chief would always feel a bit of ease knowing one of her most trusted sinners was by her side. That's why a smile cracks any tension, standing herself up from where Nightmare had caught her then gently placed her down.