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Bitch, they'll be dead before there friends and families.
“I know, and that’s the best part.”
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Bitch, they'll be dead before there friends and families.
“I know, and that’s the best part.”

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Traitor
“I never said I was on your side.”
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“Akali... Don’t run. I just want you to hug you so tight in my tails.”
The afternoon light filtered lazily through the leaves on the trees and Aconitum muttered quietly under her breath. She knelt down by a patch of flowers at the base of a tree and quickly snatched a few of them up before tucking them into the crook of her arm. Her movements were quick and angry as she wanted to get this done as fast as possible.
She felt the air become more humid and warm and she grit her teeth. The moisture in the air was annoying and bothered her immensely but the flowers that she needed thrived in such an environment. Pushing through a few bushes, Aconitum came to a clearing that held a hot spring and she froze with a frown on her face. Since when was there a hot spring here?
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Muscles have instinctively tensed underneath the silk & velvet of her traditional garments. In spite of the breath-taking beauty of the woman who now stands in front of her, Ahri is well aware that she cannot afford to make a wrong movement ━ Unless she’s ready to pay the consequences of her foolish actions, of course. Yet, not even the promise of danger is enough to keep her glossy tiers shut & with wild honey literally dipping from the tip of her tongue, she speaks in the most saccharine tone that she can currently muster. ❛ I hope you find a way to be YOURSELF , one day. ❜
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“So aside from inferior, you are also rude. Noted.”
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Send me some numbers, and I will tell you:
1. What does their bedroom look like?
Cassiopeia’s bedroom is really rather sparse…considering its resident, that is. It is dark, with a fine mahogany desk and armchair, and thick velvet drapes of a green so dark it is nearly black that more often than not lie closed around the windows and grand bed. There is no other furniture.
Her bed is draped in lace and curtains, and the whole thing beneath its canopy is really more a pile of pillows and silken sheets at this point. She refuses to use anything lesser, though her scales wear at the fabric nonstop. The bed itself had to be resized for her after her eventual rediscovery and self-imposed seclusion. She spends far too much time in it now.
2. Do they have any daily rituals?
She used to have more of a regimen, but now it’s slackened. Still, she does try to keep to some semblance of it; she wakes up, bathes, mixes her poisons into her face paint and puts it on before anything else. She can be nothing less than flawless, after all.
She typically (when at home) studies after taking tea until it is time for lunch. The siblings try to eat together then, if they can. They are all more nocturnally-working creatures, so it is more likely than a proper dinner.
She spends her time alternately searching for a way to reverse her curse and brewing new poisons with both her own venoms and more conventional ingredients. She is constantly finding new uses for them, particularly ones that help Katarina and Talon.
They part ways in the night. She hunts, then, and so do they, simply in different manners.
3. Do they exercise, and if so, what do they do? How often?
Believe it or not, she was once a stickler for exercise. How else was she to maintain her perfect body? Now she is at a bit more of a loss as to what is appropriate, and still works more or less on trial or error as to what strengthens her snake half.
She keeps to a strict upper-body training regimen, and tends to focus on her core quite a lot as well. She has wound up squeezing her tail round her bedposts and such, and once or twice accidentally splintered the wood. She does it daily, albeit not to the point where she would bulk with muscle. But she’s still relatively fit for someone who does not engage regularly in combat.
4. What would they do if they needed to make dinner but the kitchen was busy?
Honestly? She’d probably just order whoever was occupying it to make her something, too. She is capable of cooking, but considers it very beneath her to do so.
She has once or twice been seen recreationally constructing very elaborate bakes to impress the more domestic members of high society she was trying to win over. They were actually very tasty, and quite lovely.
5. Cleanliness habits (personal, workspace, etc.)
She is incredibly conscious of her appearance. One of her biggest pet peeves to develop after her transformation is that it simply isn’t practice to bathe daily anymore, at least not her lower half. It tracks along the ground, after all, and she’d spend hours cleaning it per day. Now she scrubs her scales once a week, though she still cleans her human half each day.
Her workspaces are immaculate, with everything organized and written in cipher. She is, after all, the best of the best at extracting the information she wants; one of the downsides to all her prior work was that it was so extensive that it had to be documented. She didn’t have superhuman brainpower.
But she was clever enough to have created her own infinity code, and there is no key in existence other than her own mind. So while her desk is perfectly clean and neat, and her files are stored securely in the family vaults, no one else could read them, not even her siblings.
“I’m sorry, I was very hungry... Guilty. I know it’s not right...”
Taliyah rubs her forearms nervously.
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