May 1, 2025
SISTER ☆ AGNES ★ WEEK
𝕯ay 01: Sisters !
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SISTER ☆ AGNES ★ WEEK
𝕯ay 01: Sisters !
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SISTER ☆ AGNES ★ WEEK
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sister-agnes
I am Hate I am Evil I am No Heart
ooc; OMFGGGGGG
(( HOPE THEY GOT SOME ICE FOR THAT BURN TBH TROLOLOLOLOL~ ))
sister-agnes replied to your post “P-Petros... May I ask a f-favor of you? You're the o-only one I can...”
"You know Emma, y-yes?... I w-wanted to ask you, i-if it was alright with you" She looked to her toes. "If something h-happens to me, something bad... I know you m-might not like it but... could you try to make sure n-nothing bad happens to her?"
"NO."
"Because I'll probably be the bad thing that happens to her."
"Agnes! Are you alright? Oh god, what the hell happened?! Was it Methuselah?!" Seeing the nun stagger up from the ground was the most relieving sight she'd ever set eyes on, and then she was pulling Agnes into a tight hug and...
...Smelling her father? "Cain! Was Cain here, Agnes? Did he hurt you? Oh god, please just look at me and tell me you're alright... Please tell me he didn't hurt you..."
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(meme) She opened the door and peered into the dark room with those doe eyes of hers, wide with apprehension. "E-Emma? A-Are you here? Emma?" She turned on the lamp. A horrified gasp. "Emma!" The novice ran to the bed and tears of fright were already forming. Her shaking hands hovered over the blonde, not sure where to touch for fear of making it worse. "E-Emma..." A few tears fell and she ran to door and all but screamed into the hallway. "H-Help! Please, s-somebody! Please!"
Your muse walks in on mine laying in bed shirtless and has bruises, open wounds and gashes all over them and hasn’t been heard from all day. How does yours react?
A low groan from the halfbreed, reaching out to try to grab her girlfriend before she could run out into the hall and make a scene–- Too late, it seemed, and Emma let out a whine of distress, hoping it would draw her back before someone actually heard her–-
-–And that it did, god bless. Emma reached for Agnes again, holding her hand gently. "H-Hey." Her voice was hoarse, but not broken, and she gave a smile. "Don't worry, okay? Look. Agnes, calm down. Agnes, please–- Look." Sure enough, she was starting to heal already. Muscle and skin knitting itself back together before Agnes' eyes, and Emma hummed.
"Do you s-see? There's nothing to worry about." Another grin. "At least he didn't hit the money maker, right~?"
"H-Happy New Year, Emma." Pink lips curved upwards into a sweet smile and she brought a hand up to cover the blonde’s hand with her own. Love, she never thought she would feel it in this way; not in her entire life. But she had been so very blessed.
And when Emma popped the question her mouth fell open in surprise and olive orbs widened considerably. "G-Girlfriend?" It was such an unexpected thing for Emma to ask her. But then again, she never expected to love Emma or be loved in return. She never even expected that anyone would ever really take notice of her or even find her attractive and worth caring for.
Slowly her head bobbed up and down. "Y-Yes. But Emma… I-I’ve never been anyone’s g-girlfriend before!" Her small hands shook and she bit her bottom lip nervously. "Wh-What if I mess up? Or make you sad— I don’t want you to be unhappy!" Her hand came up to fidget with the end of one pigtail.
Emma purred loudly as Agnes reached up to hold her hand with her own, and she edged a little closer as Agnes repeated her question, anxious and excited and beyond nervous all at once. "Y-Yes, Girlfriend, I was thinking that... I r-really like you, and I want to... Be with you, just you, we p-practically already are, I thought... You know."
A nervous grin. And then Agnes answered, and Emma let out a relieved sigh, shoulders finally relaxing. Grinning, heart skipping a beat, "Thank you! Thank you, thank you–-" Another soft kiss, full of love and excitement.
Resting her forehead against Agnes', taking her lover's shaking hands in her own, an almost incredulous little exhale. "Don't... Don't worry about any of that, please... You can't, you won't. As long as you're mine... As long as you're only mine, and I'm yours, I'm happy.
"3, 2, 1..."
Send "3, 2, 1..." for a New Year's kiss from my muse.
Watching Agnes watch the clock, Emma's grin was huge and excited. She was practically vibrating with excitement, bursting at the seams in anticipation. New year, new experiences, three hundred and sixty five new days to spend however she wanted–-
-–They had made it. Every little bump along the way, every obstacle and challenge, and every time they almost got caught–-
"Happy New Years..."
Turning to Agnes as the clock struck twelve and the bell rang, Emma wasn't thinking as she pulled the nun into a gentle and loving kiss.
Cupping Agnes' face even as she slowly pulled away to breathe, a grin, biting her lip nervously. This was scary, new territory for a new year, but she wanted to do it. She needed to do it. Taking a deep breath, still smiling hopefully,
"Agnes, will you–- Do you want to be my girlfriend? Please?"
