If you're that way inclined...

[sangreine]

When; December 29
Rating; Depends on the thread, I'll say potentially R? No attacks without OOC permission, however!
Characters; Saya, Diva, Karl, and OPEN
Summary; Reverse morality curse! Saya is entirely selfish today and has no quibbles about taking whatever she wants, by force if necessary.
Log;
((OOC: Generic prompt is below and wide open, but if we've already plotted I have individual threads for those people. Links: Karl | Diva))

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[Saya woke in quite the mood, this morning. No more guilt, no constant worry -- just the delicious, wonderful freedom to do anything she wanted. And if someone got hurt along the way, well. They should really have been more careful.]

[She flits around the City in a thin slip of a dress and bare feet, no mind paid to the weather. If she sees something in a store that she likes, she takes it with a smile, and possibly a saucy wave at the store's employees. If someone's in her way, she shoves them. If you have something she wants, especially food, she approaches you and tries to seize it while flashing a sweet grin, unless you resist.]

[Then, there's no telling what a Chiropteran Queen with no care for right and wrong might do.]

Comments

[sangreine]

[Polished? Never. What drives Saya, always has, is raw feeling. She's as selfish as Diva in her way, and as dangerous. Diva's wild hips call that side of her and Saya's hands clamp down, wrestling them still as her lips refuse to yield their position. Sheer will, unmoving and intrinsic, the same that guides her blade through flesh insists, demands that she make Diva hers, tonight. Now.]

[A hiss as Saya's lips stretch, teeth bared, her face slick with Diva's scent. Part of her, as yet unfulfilled, jealously snarls in response to Diva's pleasured writhing. But no -- not yet. This is what she needs, control and sovereignty over her own existence. To take. And so she will, unrelenting, until Diva gives way.]

[byherscore]

[ And she does, breath held in a quiet sob as she breaks, shivering in delicious tendrils of satiation. If Saya had expected violence, she did not get it. No, her violence was left in the touch of another, in her touch on their skin. But when she came, it's with broken cries and half uttered sobs as she clung, curling around the victor, attempting to encase Saya forever, held in the womb that would not give birth, would not yield life.

What she couldn't have, she'd hold. What she wanted, she'd grasp and watch slip through her fingers like liquid in a quiet stream. So too, would this past. But she whispered Saya's name, stroked Saya's hair. If she could return this favor, she would. But Saya would have to let go first. It had always been so. ]

[sangreine]

[Saya wrestles free, flops over with a lip-smacking grin. Winning feels nice. She should do it more often.]

[Scooting up until she finds a pillow, Saya nestles into its softness and watches Diva as glow in her own eyes fades to a simmer. Almost a dare to her dear sister to get Saya to submit with nothing but a few touches.]

[byherscore]

[ She turned into Saya's lithe body, curling around it with barely a sigh as she let go of the glow, the feeling of languor, of fulfillment that descended upon her. And she watched Saya, noting the way she shifted, ached. The challenge in her eyes was particularly bright and without a moment's thought, she laid a hand on her side, trailing her fingers down the flushed skin. ]

What do you want?

[ She'll give it to her. Now and in this moment. Everything except the life of her children. That was non-negotiable. ]

[sangreine]

[Saya's cold eyes look through Diva and she rolls against the mattress, nestling in.] Nothing. [The heat through her body is already cooling, and she sees no need to reignite it.]

[byherscore]

[ her nails score Saya's skin, a quick scratch that showed her displeasure. Always, always, Saya rejected her gifts. ]

There must be something, sister dear. At least one thing I can give you.

[sangreine]

[Saya's red-tinted lips only spread into a grin as the scratches raise welts. Very well, if she's going to insist...] I want a pet of my own. [Whether she means a Chevalier or otherwise is left ambiguous.]

[byherscore]

[ Diva hummed as she threaded her fingers through Saya's hair, a contented languor still hovering in her limbs. ] Do you prefer them young or old? [ anything Saya wants, she can have. Within reason. ]