hugmyscythe | RL w/ BRS

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RL w/ BRS

[ No. She's not going to give her a worldhop this time. Everytime Shooter spends with someone else, it's less time with her. She wants Shooter to stay here with her, of course. And it was Shooter that said the different worlds of the living were not for them in the first place. She can pile up other excuses, but the reality of the fact is that no, the possessiveness she has over Shooter has not left her. ]

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[ Stupid, gullible-- you're actually eating an apple over her? Yeah- she's going to run forward and attack now. ]

[she doesn't even try to dodge or block or retaliate.]

[ Well then, that scythe goes right through Shooter. She's rather have Shooter unconscious, incapacitated, or 'dead' than have her be under the influence of a particularly heinous apple. ]

[there's no gasp of pain or even a flinch. her eyes seem to be staring off into nothing for a long moment... and they they focus on Dead Master.

she smiles.]

[ odd....perhaps this apple isn't as potent? it's very old, for one thing.

she twists the scythe, wondering if she'll still be smiling after that. ]

[her smile only widens at that. she begins to pull herself down the blade of the scythe, reaching for Dead Master.]

[ ...Shooter, you're bleeding, she's should have won or--

She feels Shooter's hand on her. She stays still. ]

[ -- and then she leaps backwards, violently withdrawing the scythe before striking again. There's something very... off about Shooter now, but she can't pin what yet. ]

[she won't leave you anymore.

that's what you wanted, right?

she'll stay with you.]

[Shooter begins to advance towards her, hand briefly brushing against her wound to smear blood over her skin.]

[ She looks at the smeared blood, at the hands at that brush against a deep wound as if it's nothing. Of course it is nothing. Any similar wound Dead Master would have received would be nothing as well, if she wished to stay with Shooter. It's cruel irony to see that kind of Smile on Shooter.

No...Not like this. ]

[... don't tell her you changed her mind. this is what you want. what both of them want.

it works out perfectly like this.

she doesn't falter in her steps, drawing closer to Dead Master.]

[ Fighting, cutting- brute strength seems to do nothing. Perhaps.. simply speaking? ] You...are not yourself.[ She keep the scythe between them. ]

[and just like that, she's right there in front of Dead Master, having apparently twisted around the scythe.]

I feel fine.

[she wraps an arm around her, as if to ensure she doesn't leap back again. it isn't a hug. it's a gesture of possessiveness.]

[ she blinks. when did she appear right there- when did that arm wrap around her? ]

[she smiles and playfully nuzzles Dead Master's neck, her other hand moving to the back of her head to keep her in place. she moves lower, towards her collarbone (towards the cross she uses for worldhops)]

[ ...For a moment as she feels Shooter upon her neck, the worldhop is far from her mind. She sets her jaw, keeping tight grip on her scythe- but fails to draw away. This is far from an embrace, but there's something more there all the same. ]

[her tongue lightly runs over pale skin as she eases the cross out from where it's hidden beneath cloth. her fingers tangle in Dead Master's hair as she bites the chain, taking the cross into her mouth and abruptly swallowing it.

there. now neither of them have to go to other worlds ever again.]

[ She's staring blankly at the dull, grey sky of the Otherworld, but she feels every bit of that tongue running over her skin. She would never mistake this girl for Shooter, but having her here is horribly comforting all the same. By the gentle motion alone she can't tell if the hands in her hair are there for Shooter's own amusement or to give some amount of comfort- but she knows the latter couldn't be the case no matter how much she may wish for it. The proximity is nice, her touch is nice, and she's never been more aware of the difference in their bodies, heights, and color until now. Dead Master had mostly admired her at a distance. This Shooter seems to do the opposite.

The chain snaps followed by the soft swallow; Dead Master realizes her own method of escape is gone for the moment. Would Shooter slaughter her dragon should she call it here? More than likely. She won't risk it as long as she can still think and fight. Her resistance becomes more obvious. She's a hypocrite, isn't she? For acting possessive like that- but not wanting to be the one possessed herself. ]

[put her in chains. cut her. play with her. do whatever you want. she wants you to do it. and you want to too, don't you? she's yours. and you are hers.

she continues nuzzling Dead Master, grip on her hair tightening when she feels her resistance. don't... do that. you'll only end up hurting them both. but of course, if that's what you want...]

[ How strange, to have Shooter cling to her like this. It's almost as if Shooter is the one that needs her, instead of how Dead Master relies on and needs Shooter for support. This kind of interaction was something she had hoped for, but only if Shooter was herself. She wonders if this Shooter even knows what she's doing. Comfort and touch are a different kind of chain. Perhaps that comfort and care was something Shooter always felt, but only now it is expressed differently. However, Shooter's right; this would make separation more painful on some level.

She doesn't wish to hurt her, not as she is now and not when Shooter cannot help it. At the same time, as long as she continues to believe this is not Shooter... Her own clawed hand move to Shooter's shoulders, pressing there to possibly to resist more. But- more nuzzling makes her hands linger there before actually pushing her away. ]

[her expression turns wounded when Dead Master forces her to release her hold. why...? did she do something wrong? it's always Shooter's fault, isn't it? nothing she does can ever seem to make Dead Master smile.]

[(nothing- she can ever do-)]

[she steps forward again, even closer than she had been last time if possible, roughly digging her fingers into Dead Master's back and grabbing a horn with her other hand.

you're wrong. this is her, the real Shooter. she just... came to her senses, that's all. you're the most important- no, the only important person to her. everyone else doesn't matter now.

she brings her face dangerously close to Dead Master's and slightly parts her lips, lightly dragging her teeth along her jawline. if she changes her mind and pushes Shooter away again... well, then Shooter will just have to be more assertive. it's okay. any method that ensures they both stay together forever.]

[ The only important person to her...? Yes, that is what she wanted... still wants overall. But she's grown a little, met others, helped them, fought them- and somehow, they became important to her, too. Shooter still remains the most important, perhaps because of Yomi's feelings towards Mato and her lack of feelings towards anyone on this community, but there's also Dead Master's thoughts on her. And if those haven't been obvious already even through their twisted nature, then what more could she do?

Once again it's not the physical aspect of those nails digging into exposed back that hurts her, but the sentiment behind it. Even closer now, Dead Master can hardly see the real Shooter through the warped, possessive expression generated by the apple. Even her touch is different. She attempts to turn her head away as Shooter's mouth grazes her jaw- sweet and tempting- but the hand on her horn keeps her there. She's hers- in a way, she's always been. But she's never been this Shooter's friend.

She moves her hands to Shooter's torso, towards the wound that goes straight through her body- perhaps pressure on an open sore will do more damage. Doing her best to step back a little, she claws Shooter there, tearing the wound wider as she puts more effort into her resistance. ]

[she's hurt you a lot in the past, hasn't she? spending more time with others, using you for worldhops... well-]

I'll make it up to you. Promise.

[she gasps a little as her wound is torn into, biting down on Dead Master's shoulder and tightening her grip on her horn. she... won't let Dead Master vanish again. get away again. she's here to stay with her alone.]

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