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► Smooch Handy and Kankri | |
| ─ Anonymous | ||
@triggerwarningsh9t @menacingmaid
I have a feeling none of you will say yes but hey.Only if you have processed the appropriate file for it.
Well i’m fucked.
Next.That was a joke, Fin.Hope you have better luck with Handmaid.
I see n0 reas0n t0 n0t all0w a cheek sm00ch!
Funny. Y0u’re n0t the first t0 say that t0 me.
Still I’m uh, n0t very g00d at making drinking a s0cial event. But I can certainly try! I’ve attempted in the littlest ways but things always g0t busy 0r sidetracked.
catnipin Hmmmm you know, you and Quarters are cute…
:33 < thr33some with your wine?
:33 < you and mew would be cute togefur
Is this because y0ur husbands are in tr0uble? I feel like this is because y0ur husbands are in tr0uble.
And I’m g0ing t0 take abs0lute advantage 0f it.
You are plenty of fun Megido.
And y0u are plenty fun y0urself! Hence my c0mments, I’m ab0ut as b0ring as they c0me and here they are giving y0u guff ab0ut it? It’s rather ridicul0us.
I d0n’t even like t0 fully undress. If I were married I’d want the beds separated with a lamp and end table inbetween them.
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Hmmmm you know, you and Quarters are cute together. | |
| ─ Anonymous | ||
0kay but if I had a quarter every time s0me0ne said that ab0ut me and a Felt member I’d have… h00. I’d have a l0t 0f quarters.
D0 y0u kn0w h0w many pe0ple kept saying Cl0ver and I w0uld make a great c0uple bef0re I just started referring t0 him as my br0ther as l0udly and 0bn0xi0usly as p0ssible?
The p0int is. I’m in a very seri0us relati0nship with the last few b0ttles 0f wine I have left.
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Handmaid, you look so soft! May I hug you? | |
| ─ Anonymous | ||
I mean! If y0u are capable 0f transcending bey0nd space and time t0 materialize f0r a m0ment in my current l0cati0n, then sure!
0therwise y0u may have t0 wait until I g0 gr0cery sh0pping. 0_0
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Stop staring at us with them big ol eyes! | |
| ─ Anonymous | ||
O_O !!!!!!!
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What do you think of your siblings? | |
| ─ Anonymous | ||
0f the tw0 I kn0w 0f? I’m n0t even sure they’re really my siblings, as far as that term can g0 f0r tr0lls. But I’ll always c0nsider them that. If uh, we’re talking ab0ut wh0 I think we are. 0_0
Damara d0esn’t like t0 sh0w it 0ften, and certainly n0t 0utwardly, but I feel as th0ugh she has s0me s0rt 0f sentiment f0r th0se in the Felt. She’s been g00d en0ugh t0 me at least. And… she’s been taking care 0f us f0r a very l0ng time. She is als0 a fucking p0werh0use when it c0mes t0 time majyyks and puts me t0 abs0lute shame.
Aradia was… is a w0nderful pers0n. She is l0ve and warmth t0 th0se she c0nsiders dear and she is fire and th0rns t0 th0se wh0 have earned her ire. I d0n’t kn0w much ab0ut her interests extensively but I d0 kn0w we had very similar tastes, perhaps because 0f 0ur abilities and the nature 0f the dead they bring t0 light.
The words of the song become less coherent–more musical noises in the vague shape of words, half-remembered and slipping into a vague murmur that is soon swallowed whole by the lapping of the waves below.
She’s sorry, she says. She wants to help.
He laughs. Not a lot, and not angrily, per say; it’s a single noise, and it lacks bite, but it is what it is regardless. Slowly, Droog pushes himself up, first onto his elbows, and then he’s upright entirely, taking a moment to compose himself as the blood in his head settles and the dizziness fades.
“Handmaid,” he says, voice a low slur just barely audible above the waves, “the only thing you could do to help me in this moment is help me burn your family down into cinders, and I’m afraid you won’t find that to be…very agreeable.”
Needless to say, she stiffens once he moves, but settles a bit when he simply sits up- letting out a shaky sigh as her nerves settled back into place.
“That’s not true,” she admits with a purse of her lips. Taking her eyes off him to stare up at the sky, and what little of the stars she could see so close to the city. “There’s some people I wouldn’t mind watching you set ablaze. Like my father, or Trace. He really deserves it about right now,” Her gaze drops, lazily considering out loud. “-Lord English. Now that’s one I’d absolutely help you with. Without a doubt, I’d give you my everything and my all.”
The Handmaid remains standing, partly out of worry that it wouldn’t be acceptable to sit down next to him. Not right now. And also partly because staring at the dark, ever-moving waters made handy feel sick- swallowing hard and averting her gaze quiet often. Why did he have to be on dock of all things.
“There’s other things I can do,” she offers. And, immediately winces, hearing the desperation in her tone. “I can see her, hear her. I even almost got her to lift a teacup earlier.” She clears her throat instead of kicking herself. “And… I have my majyyks. I’m learning new things about them every day, in the little ways I stretch them and test the waters. I’m sure I can do something.”
She scrunches up, a scowl on her face as she considers her words. Considers what they’ll entail and what they’ll mean in the long-run, after her superiors find out. “I’d do anything to bring your daughter back, Diamonds Droog. Even if it were to permanently do me in, I’d give my life. Over and over if I had to.” Her voice quiets, almost a mumble. “That’s the very least a big sister could do, I’d think.”
(Source: menacingmaid)
