#margon

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Cairis grunted as she worked to get the seatbelt loosened.  It had gone taut, locking as intended, when Margon stomped on the brakes.

"We're gonna die," she grumbled.  "I survived a universe-wide war just to be killed in a vehicle for looking at shiny lights."

She finally got the seatbelt loosened--

"Green," Skah announced.

Drabbles || Accepting || @withoutsightyetcolorful

Cairis was settled in the theater where Margon would be performing later to a small crowd.

She sat curled up on a short bench, listening as Margon practiced her songs for the performance.

Margon was halfway through a haunting melody when the door to the room opened.

Cairis’ fur went up on end as she saw no one and nothing there.

She got to her feet and took her slingshot from its pocket; loaded a projectile and waited... but no one came forward.

Margon stopped singing.  “Cairis?”

“The door opened,” she said tersely.  “No one is there.”

Both women held perfectly still, waiting.

Abruptly, an old and dusty ornament from a high-up shelf slid off its resting place and clattered to the ground.

Cairis reached for the other woman.  “Margon--”

Margon stood her ground.  “Ciyo!”

No movement; no sound.

Margon folded her ears back.  “Ciyo - show yourself: now.”

A few moments later, Ciyo appeared in the doorway with Skah behind her.

Margon settled her hand on Cairis’ shoulder.  “Ciyo adores playing pranks - even when she knows she should not be interrupting my rehearsal.”

Cairis growled a little, but put away the slingshot and pellet.

“Disable whatever other pranks you’ve prepared,” Margon ordered her daughters.  “If you don’t, then you accept whatever retaliation comes your way - especially if it comes from Cairis.”

“Yes, Mama,” both girls replied, their tones sullen but obedient.

They turned to go - and went still as another ornament fell from a shelf on the opposite side of the room.

“Ciyo!” Margon snapped.

Ciyo slowly shook her head, wide-eyed.  “It was just the one ornament and the door that I did here, Mama.”

“I didn’t do any of them,” Skah added, eyeing the newly fallen ornament.

Cairis shivered.  “You feel that?  It’s suddenly cold...”

The ornament went bouncing across the floor as if kicked by someone or something.

All four women decided it was a good time to get on out of there.

Pre-Established Relationship || Accepting || @withoutsightyetcolorful

Bold = Want

Italics = Possibility

Strike = NO

FRIENDS.   childhood friends  /  work friends  /  family friends  /  recently friends  /  turning antagonistic  /  turning into something romantic  /  stable  /  falling apart  /  friendship of need  /  friendship of circumstance / pen - pals or internet friends  /  coworkers  /  partners  /  other.

ROMANCE.   childhood sweethearts  /  newly entered  /  soulmates  /  skinny love  /  unrequited from my muses side  /  unrequited from your muses side  /  friends with benefits  /  awkward  /  fading  /  turning  toxic  /  toxic  and  destructive  /  other .

FAMILIAL BOND.   sibling bond  /  older sibling figure to your muse  /  younger sibling figure to your muse  /  parental figure to your muse  /  parental figure to your muse  /  guardian figure  /  legal  guardian  /  other .

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Cairis made a face.

"I was trying to bond with you, I suppose; a moment of solidarity.  Your parents and my parents weren't much of anything that could be called parents."

Cairis tapped her claws against a knee.

Kiss Drabbles || Accepting || @withoutsightyetcolorful

The Arena was usually a place of bloody battle and violent death; the air usually filled with pained grunts, raging cries, and agonized screams.

The exception this time was the concert performed by Margon; the Blind Songbird.  She had a large enough following that, when ‘invited’ to perform for the Emperor, only the Arena had enough capacity to hold the crowd.  Even then, some attendees were forced to stand.

The concert went on without a hitch.  Margon sang every note perfectly, as did the accompanying singers for various pieces.

At the end of the performance, the crowd was wildly enthusiastic - and Margon received applause from Emperor Zarkon himself.

Cairis met her friend backstage after the show.  She hugged the other woman and pressed a kiss to one cheek.

Drabbles || Accepting || @withoutsightyetcolorful

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Cairis did not feel very well.

She also felt that something was wrong, that she was trapped, she couldn't get free--!

A sound started up somewhere close to her.  The rhythm and flow of the sound distracted her from her panic enough that her brain recognized a song being sung.

Once that happened, recognition of the voice followed.

Margon.

Cairis opened her eyes and found herself in some sort of medical room.  She was banded to the bed she was in and there was some sort of mask over her face, feeding her air to breathe.

Margon sang to her and Cairis allowed the beautiful sound to soothe her out of her panic.

When the song ended, Cairis squeezed Margon's hand.

"Ah - you're awake; good," murmured the songstress.  "You'll be fine, Cairis.  You'll be fine.  You're safe.  The cretin that drugged you has been caught.  You'll be detoxed and well in no time."

Cairis found herself yanked aside and then shoved up against a wall.

She grunted at the impact; that and the cry of "Watch out!" drowned out by the loud sound of a crash that had her ears flicking down and back.  She hunched while the person who had grabbed her huddled closer, ducking down.

When the noise died down, Cairis wriggled her ears and shook her head before straightening up.

She'd found that the Imperial Diva herself, Margon, had been the one to keep her from being crushed beneath a falling stage prop.