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` * - [ @ruinborn ] - - you knew there were no winners when it came to keeping score of who owed who. granted, you knew even more that he would never keep score of anything that he's ever done for you - including the times that he's saved your life. but there was still some part of you that felt that you did because rarely had you received any good treatment through your life that didn't come with a price tag? a price tag. something that night had came with. someone you had trusted or thought you knew had betrayed you. passed judgement onto you just as you regularly passed on yourself. condemned you for your nature just as you would condemn yourself. they knew how to get you where they wanted and how they wanted. what they hadn't expected was the manner in which you'd fight back. how you'd soon turn up home to adopted father in blood stained clothes, injured and crying softly.
it'd been days since that day that he'd been extra cautious, kept an watchful eye. you could sense his feelings and worries despite the fact he hadn't voiced them to you - it was all in his body language. his fingers tapped restlessly at his side, you reach out with a gentle hand to take his, fingers wound around his and squeezing tenderly before lifting his hand to your cheek -- reassurance. your eyes look to his face, expression soft. as if to say. look, i'm alive. i'm safe.
So this is a comic done in ACEO size through a trading group in deviantART. This is @kogosama 's Ruinborn and his ghostly familiar (...or vengeful lunch?)
Mustering Out
My talons keep flexing instinctively, kept loose to snatch for a sword that's not there. Involuntary maw-twitches send small plasma-streamers between metalloid fangs.
"Easy, Simmers." Vescryd hip-checks me, snapping me back to the present. We traverse veiled halls hand in hand, her lithe silky red skin an eloquent contrast to my scar-streaked violet. I wear the black gown uneasily, teeth chattering with nerves. "They'll love you." Ves pecks my cheek.
Though I'm loathe to say the words, for to my mind they ring direly ungrateful, I say them all the same. Learning to speak what I feel is... it's part of this... this adjustment. So much as I hate to speak, much as what I feel seems a betrayal of all the effort my love's spent on me, I say it all the same: "Will they?" I strain my fangs to a rictus grin that widens both my eyes to manic spheres. "Will they really?"
"Miir, you're a succubus," Ves squeezes my hand, pulling it to her lips. I loose a small involuntary whimpering, eyes averting at the hot prickle of her kiss. "You belong at this orgy, same as the rest of us."
"I know," I murmur. "Cognitively, where it means nothing, I know that. But this is..." I swallow nerves. "This is what I don't do. I was one of the Azhdenaechrat, the Swift Swords in the Night. While our comrades enjoyed each other's company at camp, we... you know..."
"Covered over your trust issues and fears of disappointing sex-partners by relentlessly looking for fights when you should've been resting?" Ves asks, wry but tender.
I answer with a sad smile. "Yes. And... and even beyond that, it's... it's a deep culture shock, all this. Ans--" I catch myself before I can breathe my people's name, saying instead, "Ruinborn succubi are raised very differently to you Hell-sisters."
"I know." Ves rubs my back. "That's why I like you, Miir... well," her eyelids lower to a seductive smirk, "one of many reasons. Yes, you're different." She presses her red fingers to my many-cleft lips, playing with my golden fangs. "That makes you interesting."
"Hmmm..." I contemplate the doorway looming ahead, a high vaulted thing with thick vine-embroidered veils making a haze of the many forms laughing, squealing, and moaning within. "We'll see."
We stop on the threshold. Ves rubs my shoulder, smiling up at me. "Ready?"
I exhale tension-discolored lilac plasma. "Ready enough."
And, reaching with a right hand that twitches, perhaps, just a little less than it did when we first arrived, I pull aside the veils and we step together into the chamber.
❛ Ya’ve got some real funny-lookin’ sword right there. Almost like it’s made outta water. Mind if I check it for a second? ❜ the head mechanic ASKS, her torso leaning slightly forward as her GREEN hues shine with curiosity, inspecting the WEAPON he’s carrying. in all her time as Cid’s right-hand, she’d never seen a SWORD like the one that BOY carried. it was only logical someone like her would show INTEREST in it.
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he looked dazed, as if a wave of confusion had settled itself over his features and was dead set on making him look stupid. well, maybe he was stupid - how did you measure the intelligence of a nobody? how many hearts captured against how many lost? ❛❛ I think you need to give up. doubt I’ll pick up the game rules at this point, anyway. sorry. ❜❜
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the hulking beast stared, blinking once, then twice. he carefully took a seat at sue's feet, nuzzling her knee. breaker by the way, not bane. :))))))
BREAKER’S SUBTLE ACTION SUCCESSFULLY GAINED HER ATTENTION AS HE NUZZLED AGAINST HER. A pair of blue eyes looked down, spotting the larger dog in an instant. An adoring smile spread across her face at the sight, feeling overjoyed that he had come to keep her company. SUE had always been fond of pets, willingly surrounding herself with them when given a chance. From supporting animal related charities to watching the neighbor’s dog, she wouldn’t turn down such opportunities.
SUE CROUCHED DOWN SLOWLY, BRINGING HERSELF TO HIS EYE LEVEL. “Hi handsome,” she greeted enthusiastically, her smile widening in the process. Her hands instantly buried themselves in the soft fur, fingernails moving to scratch BREAKER behind the ears. “Who’s a good boy?” her voice took on a more high-pitched tone, sounding as if she was speaking to a child. A hearty chuckle followed as her hands wandered over BREAKER’S head. // @ruinborn
