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@perfectionreached sent: ❛ i thought you… i saw you get shot. ❜

FAKING HER DEATH HADN'T BEEN EASY, a lot of details went into planning it out to make it believable and of course, there were casualties to consider along with many risks. There was no actual certainty that it would go smoothly, or that it would work out in its entirety. Lottie seemed to have some sort of sixth sense when it came to whatever it was and part of Nat wondered if she'd somehow figure it out in the end. Thankfully, that wasn't the case or at least, didn't seem to be. As far as anyone was concerned, Natalie Scatorccio was dead; the wilderness had taken its queen and was satiated, for now. But she knows too, that it would only get hungry again, sooner rather than later, no doubt. They would only be able to mask through their little trick for so long and already, there was a sense of dread that washed over Natalie specifically that she couldn't quite fight off. Lying to her friends was the most difficult part, but in doing so, she was able to buy them more time, keeping them alive through Lottie's delusions if only for a while. Nat had technically - and legally - been dead, the rest of the details were just that: details.

@perfectionreached is the maid of honor on Shauna's happy (?) day

Thank god for wedding day superstitions. The groom wasn't allowed to see the bride until that fateful walk down the aisle, so that meant Jeff wasn't nearby to see Shauna threatening to ruin an hour's worth of careful makeup with an ill-timed bout of tears. Taissa, her maid of honor, was on damage control, and boy, was it a lot of damage.

Not only was the sight of herself in a white dress (pure as the driven, deadly snow) hard to comprehend, but Shauna just remembered something--

"Tai, there's... there's the cake knife. Oh, god -- it's beautiful and it has our initials engraved on it. It was a gift from the Taylors, and what if I try to hurt him with it?"

For almost two years of her life, knives had not been beautiful, silvered things for slicing sugared breads in delicately manicured hands. They were hard, leather-wrapped things with edges held to the whetstone, pointed and lethal. Shauna had wrapped her dirtied fingers around the handle and skinned, cleaved, and butchered humans and animals alike. Hungry eyes holding fast, watching. What would she do today, in front of the crowd of loved ones waiting to see how that cake would bleed what flavor they'd finally decided on?

"Taissa, I don't think I can do this..."

She lets out a giggle as she sways in her heels, the champagne settling into a pleasant buzz in her head. Simone reaches out and catches her wife's hands, tugging Tai in closer so she can steal a kiss. "I'm fine!" she insists, even though Tai didn't say a word. She can see it written all over her face and a part of her knows that she's probably had a little too much to drink tonight and not nearly enough in her stomach to counter it, but she can't help that she is happy.

Pinned Against a Wall | @perfectionreached

"Tai, Tai," Van's soft protests are all but buried in Taissa's embrace as the other woman lightly, drunkenly pushes her back to the wall. They've found themselves a space away from the others in the haze of music and alcohol, and her earlier confession has seemingly brought this out of her former lover - like she might never get the chance - and a part of her, selfishly, wants it too, though instinct stands and attempts to reason. "Tai, I can't..." She sighs, closing her eyes as Tai's lips find her pulse point, kissing along the curve of her neck beneath tendrils of loose, vibrantly red hair.

"Can't what?" Tai looks up, a challenge in that gaze; Van, however, doesn't let go of her waist, fingers instead hooking into the waistband of those borrowed jeans (she makes them look damn good, too). That look, however, is just too much but the way Taissa kisses her way to Van's ear, tucking hair out of the way just to whisper a temptation into her ear all but makes her melt on the spot - and flush red from head to toe.

meme || accepting.

@perfectionreached asked: ❝  is that what you were going to say,  or did i make this entire thing awkward?  ❞

"Wouldn't say you made it awkward, but did rush it a bit," is said in a teasing manner as lips tug up into a soft smile. Van had, for a while now, been wanting to tell the other how they felt. Wanted it to be known if it weren't already made obvious by how they would do anything and everything for Taissa. "But I do...ya know..." they murmured, hand reaching out to cup cheek, thumb stroking gently, "I love you, Tai."

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  ↣ THE TWILIGHT ZONE

Icheb knows he should be angry, that he should face a threat the way Janeway does: with bravery and control, but all he feels is afraid. He is afraid that she’s right, and he’s afraid she’ll take him back into the Collective. He’s afraid she’ll win. He’s just come to learn what it is to be an individual, to be Icheb, and he doesn’t want to lose it.