no matter how hard they cry or how long they suffer, there is no room for surrender, no forgiveness for agony. in real war, there’s no mercy, so arianne and revna agree: they’ll never be lenient.
revna begins with small changes. chairs in the dining hall, colors of the walls, one unit at a time, but arianne’s gaze is sharper and she addresses every adjustment with infuriating glee, shattering the illusion revna manipulates. in an instant, it doesn’t matter how carefully she organized the paintings on the wall or the small indents on the floor. all that counts is that arianne caught them and that revna is weak.
in return, arianne inflicts her worst on revna. at a distance, you’d assume them to be enemies. no one should step into their sister’s room and force them to their knees, but it’s all good practice. anger only fuels their ambition, their hunger, and their hunger is like the maw of an insatiable beast: wide open, never full, eyes always blazing for more. so much more.
revna never breaks, however. it’s admirable how easily she’d rather die than submit. even as arianne paralyzes her limbs, brings her to the ground, revna resorts to crawling, uses the joints of her wrists as an anchor and — in a swift motion — yanks the drapes from the wall onto arianne’s head.
she pants as she leans against the wall, chuckling at arianne’s frustrated groans as she fists the sheets off of her. “you rely too much on sight. imagine it in your head. that way, even if a veil is placed over your eyes, you can still picture me —and hurt me.”
vicious.
that’s the second rule.
over the years, their talents are furnished into distinguishable weapons.
destiny cannot fashion them any different. they’re meant for greatness, they’re meant to rule. no one is cursed with such precision only to exist in servitude. they’re inevitable, their rise exponential. they don’t aim for the sky or the stars, they aim for the whole fucking universe.
“wait,” arianne stops in her steps, surrounded by the halls of the tridium temples. sun pools between the columns and from where she stands, she can feel the breeze from the entryway at the next turn. yet, something’s off, something feels odd. there’s a buzz to her senses, a weight in her chest that presses against her beating heart like a hand.
from afar, revna watches, intrigue painting over her features. she narrows her gaze, forces arianne to feel a sense of purpose, a thought that rings in her mind as if it’s her own, i need to speak to gabriel.
but it’s too late.
“this is not real.”
revna feels the threads of her curated reality loosen as the world around arianne falls. the sun fades and the air grows still. around them their world is quiet, asleep under the lull of midnight, and there, in the middle of the fields, arianne stands barefoot in her nightdress.
“you were in there for half an hour,” revna steps into her view. “what gave it away?”
arianne turns to her, confusion fading from her brows as realization fills the gaps. “you tried to give me a purpose. that won’t work.” there’s a pause, then she continues, “no one else was there either. for a grander illusion, you need multiple parties, like the stage of a play.”
revna plants her hands against her knees and nods as dots spill across her vision.
"you would need to hold out longer too.”
when arianne’s draws near, she glances at her, black eyes bright under the glittering sky. but between the three of them, they know that revna’s eyes don’t glimmer with wonder, they glimmer with greed. “half an hour is enough. just imagine, if we could keep judas or michael busy for half an hour, we could win any war.” she licks her lips, “we could win them all.”
Anya is live and ready to show you everything. Watch her strip, dance, and perform exclusive shows just for you. Interact in real-time and make your fantasies come true.
✓ Live Streaming✓ Interactive Chat✓ Private Shows✓ HD Quality
Anya is LIVE right now
FREE
Free to watch • No registration required • HD streaming
seeing that he was still there felt like cold water being poured over my head. he was obviously not happy with me at all. it shouldn't have been shocking, i've been here one too many times before. i don't want to be the one who always finds trouble but i am glad it was me, that i was strong enough to report it. i didn't think i would have to deal with this on my first day but life has a way of following you around, haunting it's people. time is a just cycle repeating that we can't escape. " clearly i am more mature than you are. " i let out a laugh at the amount of audacity this man child seems to have. he doesn't scare me but i can tell he wants to, wants me to back down and promise that i will take it all back and that i made the mistake so that he can keep living his life.
too bad.
" oh what's my problem with you, really ? do you really want me to tell my problem with you to this entire floor ? because i will. " i snap. i did the right thing and he will not make me feel bad about that. " you are the one putting patients in danger and stealing. taking from what they need. not me. and really, i ruined your life ? i just got here. i didn't make you do anything. do not try to scare me because i don't scare easily. "
trinity’s name inside the matrix is claudia seraphina white. trinity was originally her hacker alias before she met morpheus and became unplugged, with it slowly becoming her main name as there is a tendency with former batteries to not use their matrix name and pick one of their own (in tune with the whole ‘real world’ thing). trinity still likes and will respond to claudia, given that that was the name she chose when transitioning and isn’t a deadname in the same way, but it’s rare that she’s called it nowadays.
Anya is live and ready to show you everything. Watch her strip, dance, and perform exclusive shows just for you. Interact in real-time and make your fantasies come true.
✓ Live Streaming✓ Interactive Chat✓ Private Shows✓ HD Quality
Anya is LIVE right now
FREE
Free to watch • No registration required • HD streaming
“Don’t you? It sounds to me like you care a whole lot about the what ifs, Trinity. And I can’t exactly blame you, can I? If I were you, I’d care, too.” Suggesting that he’d ever care about anything as he is now is a barefaced lie than he can hardly support with evidence. But… if he were her… he tries to turn her towards him, a guiding hand applied with pressure. The cracks in her foundation were obvious to him — so obvious that he could almost taste the gush of her despair. “It’s alright to do that, you know. You’re so human when you do… it’s natural. A part of life.”
——— Wasn’t GRIEF beautiful?
“...!” These eyes of hers--- they lost the certain softness they usually carried as they narrowed ever so slightly. “Don’t say that.” It hurt, the forceful hand as she refused to budge as much as she possibly could. She should have backed out by turning around and walking away when she had the chance.
