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I told you, I've been here for five months. Do you really think I was sitting on my ass?
(five months of figuring out how to escape, but there was something she didn't mention. something that she....maybe she ought to then, reluctantly. she doesn't want to talk about it. honestly, who wants to explain that they got auctioned off nearly to a bunch of freaks? got hunted down like a wild animal for trying to avoid said auction at the time? texas didn't. she also didn't want to talk about her other experiences, but this is lappland. and god does she dislike the way that part of her finds the fact she's blushing to be cute.
that has to be that mark again, the way it burns about like it's laughing at her being unable to hide this much about how she feels. damn brat. she wants to burn it off her hand, but that's not likely to change anything about her situation. which leaves this as being a load of bullshit she's getting herself deeper into. all because it decided now was the time to start pushing and testing her again.)
Because I'll tell you right now, the last time I tried? I was dragged on stage by security for an auction, the auction was for me. They haven't done those again in some time, but they knew too much. They had my first name.
[ well probably to be completely honest, she's a hundred times more accepting of texas calling her insane and disgusting than cute. she'd just about agree with that more so than anything close to cute. actually the fact that texas is looking at her like this and being oddly... maybe there are times that lappland just about thinks if they could even have a somewhat cordial conversation, she should be happy enough with that. and in some ways, she is.
it's just reality that it doesn't go beyond that, and she knows it. ]
I don't think that.
But I suppose I'm used to you beating the odds, until I have to give you a little helping hand. [ like busting into a courtroom. texas put on trial was rather entertaining, but... maybe she can't help it, maybe it's just completely unavoidable or not even an option for her not to help texas or do anything for texas. she simply does it. she'd barely consider anything otherwise. it's not even exactly a matter of sympathy, it's just the secret she buries like a body in an unmarked grave in her chest. ]
And who bought you at auction? [ just. wondering. ]
I'm being honest with you, it's not as easy as driving ourselves out. I don't even know what's happened in five months since I've been gone.
(so she's acting differently after having time to think, time to....consider some things. even if that spade mark is being annoying, this is one of the rarer times for them. when was the last time they spoke? or when was the last time that the two of them would sneak gazes like young lovesick pups until their eyes met? texas was better at hiding it, but she always knew when lappland was looking at her. in some ways, she was on her mind more than anything else. cellinia can't answer that as to why, but she did think about her too often.
more than she did exusiai, more than sora. even recently, she started talking about her bit by bit. never by name, not until recently after a conversation with the one person that did rescue her from that auction. weiss. weiss who she also had to explain that she didn't have romantic intentions with over a christmas present that she bought her.)
And maybe I got to thinking more that I haven't been the best of people with you.
(she'll. admit that much, it satisfies that mark so it's not burning or misbehaving while her amber eyes go straight to her hands. her ears almost uncharacteristically flat, seems that she loosened up a little in her training enough in lappland's presence.)
An acquaintance. I got told a few things by her, later found out that Broca and Aak are here....Broca was how I found out the foods laced and so is the drinks in most places, aside from the Red Cardinal.
[ her mouth twitches; she finally actually taps into her famiglia training to keep her ears and tail stiff and still. she's been trained in the famiglia. pressured or just about crushed underfoot to be a soldier and the heiress. texas sure is saying some pretty unbelievable things, but she supposes she doesn't necessarily have to believe texas' words. anyone can say anything to take others off guard, enemy or even ally.
those days in siracusa... how funny, she might as well have been some lovesick puppy. maybe the only thing that really changed is time and how they've grown up, or maybe too much has changed. her mind ticks. she can make some conscious decisions, she decides, on what to take seriously or not. the mention of the other two operators, she thinks, isn't even really terribly important. she'd always been a lone wolf even in operations. ]
It's good to know what foods and drinks are safe than not. All things considered it's smarter not to trust food from a captor anyway. And of course I doubt it'd be as easy as driving out, I'm just trying to test a few options here.
You're acting strange, Texas. There's more you're not telling me, I'm sure.
[ she could venture a guess what might even be causing it. her innate and uncanny criminal intuition. ]
(what else does she have to say? everything? she doesn't want to start with everything, whether lappland believes her or not is up to her. that also means that she has to be honest further, which also doesn't help the situation. because they're not just stuck here. they're all on the receiving end of things that they want nowhere near. all forced on them, anything discomforting and everything that was just about dangerous in itself. she didn't know the full story, but there's been enough texas has seen to get her idea on the resort.
what idea that she has, is that it's not going to let go of people whether they complete their decks or not. the wish felt too good to be true, and many people she's known seemed more like they were giving up on the idea for having had been there a year in comparison to her five months. almost six months. the thought is enough to make her sick, but she doesn't say that even while she thinks about it. if she has to say more, then....)
There's a hierarchy. Low ranks receive the worst treatment, face cards receive the best. The marks also.... (admit it, texas.) The marks when they saturate fully don't stop making you hormonal until you're satisfied. People also turn into statues from what I was told and disappear.
(please don't ask her how she knows, it should be obvious about the mark. she doesn't like being vulnerable. just like there's a reason why it was slightly saturated when she showed lappland....)
[ the new potentiality or reality of being stuck in a sex resort is... well she'll have to wrap her mind around it a little. maybe for now, she could think of it as a nuisance. it'll be inconvenient. there are things she needs to do, a few goals she wants to accomplish, this sure would be getting in the way of that. sex, however, isn't a terribly big ordeal for her however much she's had or not, however much she's wanted a certain person or not. she's already accepted the reality that the world isn't exactly about getting what she wants. the low rank of being a lone wolf, the future that waits her for being infected. the future of turning into a statue or rather dust and ashes is already her reality. ]
Whoa, what a terrible fate that is. [ in the tone of voice of someone maybe putting a fraction of an effort into not sounding like a psychopath. she'd barely put in even that amount of care at all; that she's trying now is like her familiar pretense in trying to get along with others, because she does occasionally do that. the look she levels at texas is something brittle, calculative.
it was obvious enough speculation that something had to be the matter with that mark. one ear flicks, as if to betray the smallest tremor in her chest. how really, really inconvenient. it's simple if people think she's insane or even if texas does. it's actually just personally inconvenient if she's not even as crazed as someone might think after all. ]
But it might be a simple enough solution to fuck an ailment like that away, hm?
[ the brittleness lingers in her chest that, she could assume, someone bought texas at auction and something like that would happen. ]
I didn't have this when I was auctioned off, I wasn't touched during that also. The most that was done was buying me to get me out of there after she noticed that I was a wildcard, plus me being shown around.
(somewhat, she had to deal with more after. on check-in, she was given her rank and conveniently, it was high. she didn't mind that. it has uses, all she needed to do was keep her bank full and survive. try not to let that mark saturate fully, even. the times it's happened weren't something that she wants to see more of. she hated it. nothing about it felt good, not after. not how she would have acted, more volatile, more like a wild animal. none of that is something she likes to think about, the becoming a statue part included. she didn't want to think more about that because who wants to consider becoming a lifelike stone statue?
she's seen the damn things, the ones that aren't players. they would stare at her and flare her senses badly.
that something is off, something had to be off. but texas doesn't say this like she's not caring. if looked at closer, she's....struggling, no that's been this whole time in the resort. she's good at hiding these things, but there are limits. there's always limits to how far that can go. vulnerability is something that she's always despised, but that's nothing easily changed in her. she can't tell. maybe it's better to say she's showing more care than she ran away from showing in brunello.)
Lappland. I....
(she pauses, uncertain, teeth sinking into her bottom lip. maybe she's not fit for this, maybe she isn't okay for holding out this long. is she going to die there? are they going to? she doesn't know.)
[ ... well she supposes she won't be crashing into a wall. right now, anyway. for now.
there's another level look at texas, then she pulls into a parking spot and turns the car off. actually she'll be surprised if texas really fears anything like death. it may as well be something lappland's embraced long ago, but she supposes she doesn't have any other choice. and if there are idle fantasies of killing texas or having texas die with her... such dreams would only remain those dreams, when the rest of her and all of her is dedicated to the point of insanity or complete incurable sickness, infatuation. she turns off the car. ]
... Want to move to the back?
[ the luxury hummer limo is pretty damn spacious. there are cushioned seats. even a bed. ridiculously fitted out, one of those vehicles lappland really would like nothing more to wreck. her blackened heart practically has to steel herself for... well, what can she say. texas is her friend and enemy and far too much more. hopelessly, completely, it's impossible for her not to want to help texas even in some matter like this. she'd always wanted--
want is something that could practically be so negligible and selfish for her at the same time. ]
(maybe it's better to say that it's not a fear of death, but a fear that they'd never see what was their home again. maybe even wondering how much worse it can get. she doesn't have those fantasies lappland does (she has nightmares that never fade away instead) which is a given from their differences. she doesn't know what to think about it, but they're trapped here. they both are. what happens now? she doubts they could cure oripathy given broca still has it. aak spilled that during a conversation that she had with him over her outing herself in a game that everyone played during a mingle for the newcomers.
she doesn't say anything else, not at the moment. what she does is, she unbuckles that seatbelt she put on preemptively to not get herself killed if lappland did drive the limo into a wall. the offer is taken and texas leaves both that hat and cane in the passenger seat. the mask, too. she must look more out of place in this, maybe that she fits in too well whenever she hates that idea. she's left behind this life of luxury like lappland did. they weren't heiresses any longer, they were lone wolves. an exile and runaway. one more dangerous than the other, but she did take a seat somewhere that seems comfortable enough back there.
it's not as awkward as it usually is, that's one step forward for them. that cellinia didn't run again, that she's talking to her how she used to. not from how she would act instead of being honest, but just like when they were young pups. maybe this is a slight change for her. then again, after having five months to think, can she be blamed? she's fortunate that she didn't have this meeting happen while her mental state was all over the place during november from her transformation in october.)
You....also don't have to worry as much if you get given a low rank, if I have to then I'll use my rank. I don't care if you get pushed down to the basement like Broca and Aak are, or if the staff gets upset, you're staying with me if I can help that.
[ the windows are tinted and even curtained from the inside; a curtain divides the car from the driver's seat. she clambers to the back alongside texas. well, wearing nothing but a nightgown was a little amusing at first, even if of course it's definitely less layers than is prudent for an assassin like her. still...
she can practically feel her hackles raise a little at the offer. not exactly out of aggression, but, ] You're being so obliging or, uh... [ she practically struggles a little over what she's trying to say or articulate. it's just so surreal she still barely know how the fuck to handle this because she's used to a lifetime of texas basically stonewalling her. she's comfortable with that and with bothering texas. whatever this is is just taking her aback. ]
Or are you pitying me? I don't really care that much about rank, you know.
[ she may as well already be the lowest of the low, infected lone wolf. she really knows she can't rely on anyone but herself. constantly willing to help texas or even help others, she knows nobody would extend a hand to her... maybe amiya. and maybe texas only had once, twice, when she was already ready to die.
anyway, texas willingly saying something crazy like 'stay with me' is just so completely unrealistic to her she can't really believe the offer at all. ]
(no, she doesn't. that offer wasn't from pity, that was because she had enough of an idea on how horrible the basement is. between finding out broca avoids going back to his suite down there thanks to weiss and having had seen it multiple times, she's gotten an idea. she hasn't heard the moans, she hasn't heard everything. but....yeah, she had enough of an idea. too much of one. her legs are crossed while she sits calmly, tights covering them up and form fitting while texas thinks this over.
maybe it's better to just say that, they have plenty wrong with them, and it's not like cellinia helped that. five months of thinking has done enough. in this hellhole that is the golden peacock, she shouldn't do as she normally would. maybe that makes her spade mark burn in irritation, but she stands by her decision willingly. besides, the timing wasn't so bad on the specifics. they don't have to rush this (figuring out where to go from stonewalling to otherwise is different) since it isn't like they'll be leaving any time soon.)
Didn't I tell you that I had five months to think?
(she might hate the resort, but going at it alone is....also the other struggle. their natures as lone wolves might differ, but texas does still keep to herself strongly. nothing has changed in that. she can blend in seamlessly, fit in anywhere, but that doesn't change much else about her.
it's not like she's saying that per-say, but more that she does want to try and do something more. against her nature, against that spade mark burning. that brat really does annoy her.)
Believe me if you want to, or don't. I still offered it.
[ there was definitely a period of time she's pretty sure texas pitied sora, or else why would she hang around that girl. during a little stalking and investigating she could learn texas even rescued and helped sora and. isn't that nice!!! isn't that nice. isn't that just--
and then of course, there's common sense just telling her that the two of them must be genuine friends or more and isn't that just how reality works. friendship or more could somehow seem so impossible with herself. anyway it's natural for the strong to pity the weak. nothing particularly wrong with that. not that she thinks of herself as weak, not that she's particularly prideful, not that she doesn't like the idea of living with texas, it just sounds a little suspicious. ]
Looks like you've changed in those five months, then. [ somehow, possibly, even more so than in seven years. just maybe. she definitely would never expect texas to offer her a place when she'd found her in lungmen. ]
I'll think about it. [ ... ] Or I suppose it'll be convenient for you. It should go without saying I wouldn't mind... helping, with that mark of yours. Might as well keep someone like that close, if you're not already keeping three other girls in your bedroom or something.
[ maybe out of pocket, maybe more bitter than she should say. but she's always more than a little caustic or rotten, she just hasn't done anything about it. what a joke if her bark is just truly worse than her bite. ]
(the difference in the resort and lungmen is....stronger. honestly, the resort to texas beats siracusa. that's not an exaggeration on her part, either. it does feel like it in many ways and following that similar structure of dog-eat-dog isn't helping. broca might call her nuts for this, given he's the only other siracusan around aside from her and now lappland. then again, that's bound to happen at some point (knowing what history she has with lappland) thanks to some of the things cellinia is capable of. she didn't pity sora, she doesn't pity lappland. strength and weakness doesn't matter.
what matters is that she reached for it, and she's doing what she had done similarly for sora. as suspicious as it sounds, five months is still a lengthy period of time to think about things. five months separated from everyone. none of her friends are here, any friend's texas made does their own thing. she didn't place on them the expectation of worrying about her, texas even went as far as to try hiding she was injured before from them.)
I do have a spare bedroom.
(some unused things in her suite, too. that jacuzzi being one, but luckily she does use her kitchen and doesn't just gorge herself on sweets as a means of staying alive. she's not a child. texas did, however, bite the urge to roll her eyes. does lappland really think she's that bad to take girls and make a harem or something?
don't answer that. do not answer that.)
Lappland, nobody else stays with me. I'm not hiding some mysterious trio now in there, the guest room hasn't been touched by anyone.
[ she’d sure like to answer that if given the opportunity. just the struggles of being just one of several in love with the popular girl. ]
It wouldn’t quite matter to me if you do or not, you know. [ it wouldn’t. it just completely obviously wouldn’t. ] I’m not going to be critiquing your living situation or life choices or friends. I’m just saying that… [ after years or just about nearly a lifetime of not expecting much from texas, she accepts it. there’s not terribly much to it. ] You don’t have to do something like that, that’s all. I don’t really mind if you like space from me. [ she basically assumes that’s always the case.
… she has to consider how much of that minding actually is a lie or not, because of course she wants to be close. constantly, always, but with the occasional caprice of a lone wolf even with her obsession. her tail flicks restlessly; of course she wants to be with texas, it may as well just be that she doesn’t really truly try to fulfill those most selfish personal wants. ]
Such an intimate thing you’re offering. If you regret it I might not even leave and you’ll really have to deal with me then.
(she's not getting called out this time, she's already fulfilled her quota of that for the month after recently. nope, not setting herself up for another one after that. but, she did frown. it isn't like she doesn't know what she's getting herself into. maybe she also wanted to reach over and pinch her for that, but she's not. not yet, anyway. that's not going to do much except more than likely cause problems again.
possibly, probably. she did have enough time to think about it, but she's definitely wondering what else she might have to deal with now.) I can cross that bridge if that happens at some other time. (about regrets, she means, that's all there is to it. that and maybe there's little else texas can say. she still made the choice, it isn't as if she didn't have in mind she might regret something or other depending. they're both likely to wind up getting themselves in some manner of trouble around one another, but that's another thing for the future. what was that saying? new year, new me? something along those lines is what she thinks about briefly.)
I'll show you around after the party....if we're not feeling like death because of the guests forcing alcohol down our throats and everything.
(they did still have to get through a week-long party, didn't they? texas can party, she knows that. it's something that can help her loosen up, but not when it's forced like that. that's what she dislikes, partying being obligated due to the resort and it's whims again.)
[ a sly smile, ] I don’t know about you, but I think I can handle a party and drinks, Texas. [ strangely enough, she probably kind of likes parties and festivities. like carnivale. not exactly even really participating in them much, she just kind of likes to see people having fun, and or suffering. if texas might suffer in a particularly rowdy party, why not. all the better!
but for now they’re alone in the car and she’s not in a hurry to go partying just yet. she shifts to cross her own legs, seated across from texas in a little four-seater space in the limo.
an expectant look at texas, then she extends her hand. ]
(penguin logistics does have plenty of them, plenty more to deal with from their antics. she just doesn't enjoy being forced to party. what kind of sadistic ass place makes people stay up for that long to party? the house, that's what does. annoying, but she's got enough that she's dealt with from it under her belt. experience has taught texas that they'll be in for it. between the games, the drugs going around, food, and drinks. not like she wants to deal with the idea that something might be forced on her in general, because really, who wants to eat themselves to death nearly like how she saw some of them near do already?
she's not in a rush to go back, either. but she did blink, she wants to see it again? her left glove is taken off again. the spade mark made up of both wolves is back in view, it's not as colored in as some guests she knows, but there's a color to it. the black and silver is a standout from how it looks. as expected, she was doing bare minimum to avoid an actual flare-up from the suit.
not that it's too surprising, she tried to not bring her problems on others. about as much as she tried to run away from said problems (that might take longer for her to stop, but she's trying) knowing that she's going to be dealing with a lot. maybe they might be fine, it isn't like anyone has romantic feelings for her in the resort.
....present company, aside.)
Mine wound up on an obvious spot, but I know they can manifest wherever and however they want to.
I’ll believe that when you can out-party me. That means outplaying me at party games, outdrinking me, outdancing me. [ her grin this time shows more teeth, a challenge. she thinks she’s so clever! but surely there’s no way texas would take her up on that, right! whether they’re stuck in some fuck resort or not.
and yes she does want to see this mark again, for sly or obvious reasons. ah yes, present company aside. how funny, she could just about gaslight herself to be perfectly truly not quite so happy to call herself texas’ friend and enemy, and that’s fine with her, and now apparently she could find herself here and suddenly have to be concerned with… hormones, with turning into a statue. well the latter is, she thinks, not such an ordeal for herself. but how funny if texas is worried about it now.
she takes texas’ hand in hers. the obscenity of hand holding. something texas probably had ever barely tolerated of her if ever. and every glimpse and touch to the mark and texas’ palm in hers is… ]
Should I feel flattered I have such an impact on you? [ her voice quieter, a murmur. her black claws lightly trace over the spade and two wolves. ]
Yeah, right. Keeping up here isn't easy for me, too. Not with the amount of hedonism and debauchery happening going past Siracusa. But if you're that keen on going up there, I guess we're both stuck at that 168 hour party together.
(that means dealing with whatever else may come from it, be it drunken antics or their party games turned into them being a pair of hot messes from how the resort works. there's no way that the foods not laced, some of it probably is. the rest might not be, but she's not taking chances if it so much as smells off in knowing how lupo senses can be. they're both here, both trapped in a haunted resort that runs off sex and puts it's residents through all manner of problems. it's crazy, isn't it? going from the miserable pit that is their world of terra to this.
but, enough about that. she doesn't jerk her hand back or anything, it stays calmly there while lappland traces over the spade mark. she did read conversations on the network piece by piece, but a pity nothing came up that might be interesting. nothing about the marks or about why the resort does this. just conversations and casual distractions, that time everyone made the atmosphere heavy aside. she did wonder if the marks do this based around something pertaining to them. maybe, but not everyone has a mark like hers or the others with unusual looking ones. even weiss had hers made up of crows when she saw that.
it must be that this one was because it chose to focus on one part of cellinia, and that would be....there's always that wolf looming behind her. not far, not close. her enemy, her friend. the person who knows her too well while not knowing her at all in some ways.)
Maybe. (it being a brat had to come from somewhere, but she's not voicing that.) That's up to you.
[ well texas might hate this place but so far to lappland this may as well be somewhat of a fantasy come true, twistedly. dealing with things like drugged food and drink... it may as well be somewhat a fact of life in siracusa if you're enough of a target and you have enough hitmen after you, like she does. resort accommodations whether they're in the basement or not may as well be the high life to a vagrant who's camped for long out in the wilderness. the threat of getting statuified may as well be boring compared to oripathy, she sure can't fuck her infection away.
but she might for texas, apparently. her grin is somewhat secretive as she turns texas' hand in hers, caressing over her palm, raking her claws over skin. seeing that mark may as well just instantly make her worse on principle, as much as she'd make some effort to turn texas off from offering a room.
of course she wants it. of course she wants... so much. so fucking much. texas should probably know it. this mark is doing something to her or whatever or maybe she's already been drugged during five months or who knows or cares what the hell's happened. the disgusting feelings burning in her gut, the twist in her chest, she'll just leave it unsaid, she'd be surprised if texas wouldn't know at least a little of what she wants. ]
What does it really take to satisfy it?
[ surely not just cute nice hand holding, like this possibly counts. but she wants to hear texas say it.
she always wants to be with her, almost always, with the instability of her sickness and her dedication and... there's a part of her that constantly thinks about, someday, truly giving up on texas. but even she's not sure if she ever really would. ]
(there might be a lot there, hell is the one label cellinia took to using. hellhole, shithole, the whole works for names. she's had thoughts about what she'd do when she gets out, apologies she'd make, questions on her mind about what she might do. she doesn't know if time flowed differently within the resort, more than it does back home. she's here and quiet, trying to keep herself from being eaten alive by things more than necessary. she didn't want to be a statue, and she didn't trust that comment about wishes being granted if someone completed a deck. from the sheer number of people who seem to have given up, there's no way that she would.
so maybe for lappland it's sounding like a paradise, because they're both trapped here. no way to leave other than trying to play the game and going from there. that's the issue in itself, how would they get the cards to make their exit or whatever else? texas doesn't want to consider if they'd be trapped there for an eternity.
the question is one she has to answer, she knows it too well. lappland has had further feelings all the same, things that are between the two wolves that often go unmentioned. while lappland doesn't say it, texas knows it. the mark sits and burns. half mockery, the other half pointedly demanding she speak her mind again from that grin and claws going along skin. she did know that things might worsen, but can anything really not get worse in the resort? she doesn't know the answer to that question in particular, but she does know what lappland wants to hear.)
....sex, so touching me.
(which means. cellinia touching lappland whenever she has her turn to get marked happen. checked-in and suffering all the same way that texas did with her "gift" from the house. a pity that her suit mark remained a stubborn brat, but she can't change that.
she couldn't change that, but....maybe she knows they're both cursed at any rate. sex is a two-way street in the resort, some use it as a transaction at best and others have found partners they primarily sleep with while maintaining open relationships. that was how they've managed, from what texas knows. so, who knows what might happen now between them.)
[ it's sure not a paradise. she'd probably never considered the idea of something so fanciful as a paradise in her life. maybe if she were to try, she could just barely haltingly imagine... something as completely impossible as texas smiling at her, texas taking her hand, texas touching her, texas telling her that she--
something so impossible and laughable. and something almost as impossible as having sex with texas. it may as well be the kind of dream she'd fuck herself to at night with the bitterness and sickness of her heart. and now that it might just happen all she could do is just... maybe just not think about it, how much she wants, or she'd just go insane. she just looks at texas for a longer moment, eyes half-closed, texas' hand in hers. if she thinks of how much she wants she'll go insane. how she might want to pull texas close and bite her mouth, shred her clothes, claw her bloody, just about tear her apart. maybe her fantasies could barely count as sex. ]
All right. I understand.
[ she holds texas' hand to her cheek, turns her face just so to brush her mouth over texas' palm. the gentleness that nobody would think of her, if she's not going to do something so crude as rip clothes right now, apparently. ]
(her hand still has calluses along it from the years of swordplay, but without her blades that's useless. those were taken whenever texas found herself dragged into the resort, she only found it fortunate they didn't decide to take her arts in addition to that. then again, she did learn that they do remove powers from people in very specific instances that weren't their suits. she doesn't push the thought, her hand in lappland's while she sits and thinks. her mind has been all over the place throughout her stay in the golden peacock.
tonight was no different, nothing else, except not with thoughts of her self-destructive tendencies. their eyes lock, amber on silver with the burn of that spade mark running through her. a demand. she wants to touch and be touched, doesn't she? it's got its hooks in her and is trying to push again. influence instincts she buries down often, make her react to something that would just as easily rip her to shreds. the same way that she might were she able to whenever she feels a shiver down her spine.
if she understands, then why doesn't she touch her? she has an offering, her hand, which her lips brush against. an admission that she needs this. she isn't good at saying it, much less being more honest with herself. wouldn't now count as one time she needs to be? maybe. that gentleness caught cellinia off guard, but texas also knows that lappland isn't always vicious. that's always depended on her, her mood, and what she's thinking about.
which means....shouldn't she say it, here? that texas wants to be touched? no, she needs to say it.)
she closes her eyes briefly; that heaviness presses again in her chest; it's with an effort that she tries to stifle it. how funny it is, lately she's simply been thinking over her feelings with texas, considering letting go of them altogether. she's just texas, and i'm just--she knows, with all the memories and clawmarks of their lives together, she would and had done just about anything and everything for her.
this is just another favor she could do for a friend, but, ]
What a thing to say to me, Texas. [ even she doesn't know anymore if her feelings or words are a little bitter, or just bittersweet. she'll simply turn herself instead to what should be fact, that she doesn't have feelings at all. if she does, she'd want to kiss her, she might even want to do something like this somewhere nicer than inside a... admittedly nice, luxury car, but still kind of a questionable place to try to fuck her friend.
she draws in close, her sheer nightgown falling looser around her shoulders. her hands go to texas' top, her smile small but crooked, ] Let's get you out of this, then. Looks rather complicated, your new outfit. [ it's more to undress than herself, nearly entirely naked already. ]
(she could have worded that better, said something better, even. another mockery, she can feel that from the burn again. isn't she always prone to making things harder on herself? she could have said anything else, anything. she didn't. she wants to say something else, but should she? texas knows that she's been terrible, she's always been that way.
terrible to the point she can't bring herself to do something more than say it without having it feel like it's always gone deeper. isn't it funny?
she's a hypocrite, always prone to being harsh on many things she shouldn't be. maybe texas should have stopped talking. she's quiet when lappland reaches closer, her hands along that jacket part of the outfit she was given for this stupid party. she would have liked it to be somewhere nicer, but....the cars as close as it gets for them. her suite is off limits thanks to the "lovely" ghosts. anywhere else is too, technically speaking, that isn't the casino or here.
so she's uncertain on what she can say, or maybe her eyes watch a little too closely how that gown slips down along lappland's shoulders. the crooked smile. part of her did wonder if this is a good idea, it's likely not. not with her maybe, for something different, leaning in when lappland comes closer. texas isn't the best of kissers, she can admit that much on a good or bad day. yet this is something different, her bare hand reaches to touch lappland's cheek in a gentle caress that shouldn't have made texas shiver the way she did and....
for once, she found need to do something right when texas comes in closer. if possible, she kisses lappland. lips crushed together like she was holding back this whole time from something more than that. it makes everything go quiet, no mockery, no burns along her hand. just. silence.)
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(five months of figuring out how to escape, but there was something she didn't mention. something that she....maybe she ought to then, reluctantly. she doesn't want to talk about it. honestly, who wants to explain that they got auctioned off nearly to a bunch of freaks? got hunted down like a wild animal for trying to avoid said auction at the time? texas didn't. she also didn't want to talk about her other experiences, but this is lappland. and god does she dislike the way that part of her finds the fact she's blushing to be cute.
that has to be that mark again, the way it burns about like it's laughing at her being unable to hide this much about how she feels. damn brat. she wants to burn it off her hand, but that's not likely to change anything about her situation. which leaves this as being a load of bullshit she's getting herself deeper into. all because it decided now was the time to start pushing and testing her again.)
Because I'll tell you right now, the last time I tried? I was dragged on stage by security for an auction, the auction was for me. They haven't done those again in some time, but they knew too much. They had my first name.
(and not only that....)
Do you really think that I want to be stuck here?
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it's just reality that it doesn't go beyond that, and she knows it. ]
I don't think that.
But I suppose I'm used to you beating the odds, until I have to give you a little helping hand. [ like busting into a courtroom. texas put on trial was rather entertaining, but... maybe she can't help it, maybe it's just completely unavoidable or not even an option for her not to help texas or do anything for texas. she simply does it. she'd barely consider anything otherwise. it's not even exactly a matter of sympathy, it's just the secret she buries like a body in an unmarked grave in her chest. ]
And who bought you at auction? [ just. wondering. ]
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(so she's acting differently after having time to think, time to....consider some things. even if that spade mark is being annoying, this is one of the rarer times for them. when was the last time they spoke? or when was the last time that the two of them would sneak gazes like young lovesick pups until their eyes met? texas was better at hiding it, but she always knew when lappland was looking at her. in some ways, she was on her mind more than anything else. cellinia can't answer that as to why, but she did think about her too often.
more than she did exusiai, more than sora. even recently, she started talking about her bit by bit. never by name, not until recently after a conversation with the one person that did rescue her from that auction. weiss. weiss who she also had to explain that she didn't have romantic intentions with over a christmas present that she bought her.)
And maybe I got to thinking more that I haven't been the best of people with you.
(she'll. admit that much, it satisfies that mark so it's not burning or misbehaving while her amber eyes go straight to her hands. her ears almost uncharacteristically flat, seems that she loosened up a little in her training enough in lappland's presence.)
An acquaintance. I got told a few things by her, later found out that Broca and Aak are here....Broca was how I found out the foods laced and so is the drinks in most places, aside from the Red Cardinal.
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those days in siracusa... how funny, she might as well have been some lovesick puppy. maybe the only thing that really changed is time and how they've grown up, or maybe too much has changed. her mind ticks. she can make some conscious decisions, she decides, on what to take seriously or not. the mention of the other two operators, she thinks, isn't even really terribly important. she'd always been a lone wolf even in operations. ]
It's good to know what foods and drinks are safe than not. All things considered it's smarter not to trust food from a captor anyway. And of course I doubt it'd be as easy as driving out, I'm just trying to test a few options here.
You're acting strange, Texas. There's more you're not telling me, I'm sure.
[ she could venture a guess what might even be causing it. her innate and uncanny criminal intuition. ]
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what idea that she has, is that it's not going to let go of people whether they complete their decks or not. the wish felt too good to be true, and many people she's known seemed more like they were giving up on the idea for having had been there a year in comparison to her five months. almost six months. the thought is enough to make her sick, but she doesn't say that even while she thinks about it. if she has to say more, then....)
There's a hierarchy. Low ranks receive the worst treatment, face cards receive the best. The marks also.... (admit it, texas.) The marks when they saturate fully don't stop making you hormonal until you're satisfied. People also turn into statues from what I was told and disappear.
(please don't ask her how she knows, it should be obvious about the mark. she doesn't like being vulnerable. just like there's a reason why it was slightly saturated when she showed lappland....)
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Whoa, what a terrible fate that is. [ in the tone of voice of someone maybe putting a fraction of an effort into not sounding like a psychopath. she'd barely put in even that amount of care at all; that she's trying now is like her familiar pretense in trying to get along with others, because she does occasionally do that. the look she levels at texas is something brittle, calculative.
it was obvious enough speculation that something had to be the matter with that mark. one ear flicks, as if to betray the smallest tremor in her chest. how really, really inconvenient. it's simple if people think she's insane or even if texas does. it's actually just personally inconvenient if she's not even as crazed as someone might think after all. ]
But it might be a simple enough solution to fuck an ailment like that away, hm?
[ the brittleness lingers in her chest that, she could assume, someone bought texas at auction and something like that would happen. ]
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(somewhat, she had to deal with more after. on check-in, she was given her rank and conveniently, it was high. she didn't mind that. it has uses, all she needed to do was keep her bank full and survive. try not to let that mark saturate fully, even. the times it's happened weren't something that she wants to see more of. she hated it. nothing about it felt good, not after. not how she would have acted, more volatile, more like a wild animal. none of that is something she likes to think about, the becoming a statue part included. she didn't want to think more about that because who wants to consider becoming a lifelike stone statue?
she's seen the damn things, the ones that aren't players. they would stare at her and flare her senses badly.
that something is off, something had to be off. but texas doesn't say this like she's not caring. if looked at closer, she's....struggling, no that's been this whole time in the resort. she's good at hiding these things, but there are limits. there's always limits to how far that can go. vulnerability is something that she's always despised, but that's nothing easily changed in her. she can't tell. maybe it's better to say she's showing more care than she ran away from showing in brunello.)
Lappland. I....
(she pauses, uncertain, teeth sinking into her bottom lip. maybe she's not fit for this, maybe she isn't okay for holding out this long. is she going to die there? are they going to? she doesn't know.)
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there's another level look at texas, then she pulls into a parking spot and turns the car off. actually she'll be surprised if texas really fears anything like death. it may as well be something lappland's embraced long ago, but she supposes she doesn't have any other choice. and if there are idle fantasies of killing texas or having texas die with her... such dreams would only remain those dreams, when the rest of her and all of her is dedicated to the point of insanity or complete incurable sickness, infatuation. she turns off the car. ]
... Want to move to the back?
[ the luxury hummer limo is pretty damn spacious. there are cushioned seats. even a bed. ridiculously fitted out, one of those vehicles lappland really would like nothing more to wreck. her blackened heart practically has to steel herself for... well, what can she say. texas is her friend and enemy and far too much more. hopelessly, completely, it's impossible for her not to want to help texas even in some matter like this. she'd always wanted--
want is something that could practically be so negligible and selfish for her at the same time. ]
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she doesn't say anything else, not at the moment. what she does is, she unbuckles that seatbelt she put on preemptively to not get herself killed if lappland did drive the limo into a wall. the offer is taken and texas leaves both that hat and cane in the passenger seat. the mask, too. she must look more out of place in this, maybe that she fits in too well whenever she hates that idea. she's left behind this life of luxury like lappland did. they weren't heiresses any longer, they were lone wolves. an exile and runaway. one more dangerous than the other, but she did take a seat somewhere that seems comfortable enough back there.
it's not as awkward as it usually is, that's one step forward for them. that cellinia didn't run again, that she's talking to her how she used to. not from how she would act instead of being honest, but just like when they were young pups. maybe this is a slight change for her. then again, after having five months to think, can she be blamed? she's fortunate that she didn't have this meeting happen while her mental state was all over the place during november from her transformation in october.)
You....also don't have to worry as much if you get given a low rank, if I have to then I'll use my rank. I don't care if you get pushed down to the basement like Broca and Aak are, or if the staff gets upset, you're staying with me if I can help that.
(that's something, something she wanted to say.)
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she can practically feel her hackles raise a little at the offer. not exactly out of aggression, but, ] You're being so obliging or, uh... [ she practically struggles a little over what she's trying to say or articulate. it's just so surreal she still barely know how the fuck to handle this because she's used to a lifetime of texas basically stonewalling her. she's comfortable with that and with bothering texas. whatever this is is just taking her aback. ]
Or are you pitying me? I don't really care that much about rank, you know.
[ she may as well already be the lowest of the low, infected lone wolf. she really knows she can't rely on anyone but herself. constantly willing to help texas or even help others, she knows nobody would extend a hand to her... maybe amiya. and maybe texas only had once, twice, when she was already ready to die.
anyway, texas willingly saying something crazy like 'stay with me' is just so completely unrealistic to her she can't really believe the offer at all. ]
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(no, she doesn't. that offer wasn't from pity, that was because she had enough of an idea on how horrible the basement is. between finding out broca avoids going back to his suite down there thanks to weiss and having had seen it multiple times, she's gotten an idea. she hasn't heard the moans, she hasn't heard everything. but....yeah, she had enough of an idea. too much of one. her legs are crossed while she sits calmly, tights covering them up and form fitting while texas thinks this over.
maybe it's better to just say that, they have plenty wrong with them, and it's not like cellinia helped that. five months of thinking has done enough. in this hellhole that is the golden peacock, she shouldn't do as she normally would. maybe that makes her spade mark burn in irritation, but she stands by her decision willingly. besides, the timing wasn't so bad on the specifics. they don't have to rush this (figuring out where to go from stonewalling to otherwise is different) since it isn't like they'll be leaving any time soon.)
Didn't I tell you that I had five months to think?
(she might hate the resort, but going at it alone is....also the other struggle. their natures as lone wolves might differ, but texas does still keep to herself strongly. nothing has changed in that. she can blend in seamlessly, fit in anywhere, but that doesn't change much else about her.
it's not like she's saying that per-say, but more that she does want to try and do something more. against her nature, against that spade mark burning. that brat really does annoy her.)
Believe me if you want to, or don't. I still offered it.
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and then of course, there's common sense just telling her that the two of them must be genuine friends or more and isn't that just how reality works. friendship or more could somehow seem so impossible with herself. anyway it's natural for the strong to pity the weak. nothing particularly wrong with that. not that she thinks of herself as weak, not that she's particularly prideful, not that she doesn't like the idea of living with texas, it just sounds a little suspicious. ]
Looks like you've changed in those five months, then. [ somehow, possibly, even more so than in seven years. just maybe. she definitely would never expect texas to offer her a place when she'd found her in lungmen. ]
I'll think about it. [ ... ] Or I suppose it'll be convenient for you. It should go without saying I wouldn't mind... helping, with that mark of yours. Might as well keep someone like that close, if you're not already keeping three other girls in your bedroom or something.
[ maybe out of pocket, maybe more bitter than she should say. but she's always more than a little caustic or rotten, she just hasn't done anything about it. what a joke if her bark is just truly worse than her bite. ]
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what matters is that she reached for it, and she's doing what she had done similarly for sora. as suspicious as it sounds, five months is still a lengthy period of time to think about things. five months separated from everyone. none of her friends are here, any friend's texas made does their own thing. she didn't place on them the expectation of worrying about her, texas even went as far as to try hiding she was injured before from them.)
I do have a spare bedroom.
(some unused things in her suite, too. that jacuzzi being one, but luckily she does use her kitchen and doesn't just gorge herself on sweets as a means of staying alive. she's not a child. texas did, however, bite the urge to roll her eyes. does lappland really think she's that bad to take girls and make a harem or something?
don't answer that. do not answer that.)
Lappland, nobody else stays with me. I'm not hiding some mysterious trio now in there, the guest room hasn't been touched by anyone.
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It wouldn’t quite matter to me if you do or not, you know. [ it wouldn’t. it just completely obviously wouldn’t. ] I’m not going to be critiquing your living situation or life choices or friends. I’m just saying that… [ after years or just about nearly a lifetime of not expecting much from texas, she accepts it. there’s not terribly much to it. ] You don’t have to do something like that, that’s all. I don’t really mind if you like space from me. [ she basically assumes that’s always the case.
… she has to consider how much of that minding actually is a lie or not, because of course she wants to be close. constantly, always, but with the occasional caprice of a lone wolf even with her obsession. her tail flicks restlessly; of course she wants to be with texas, it may as well just be that she doesn’t really truly try to fulfill those most selfish personal wants. ]
Such an intimate thing you’re offering. If you regret it I might not even leave and you’ll really have to deal with me then.
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possibly, probably. she did have enough time to think about it, but she's definitely wondering what else she might have to deal with now.) I can cross that bridge if that happens at some other time. (about regrets, she means, that's all there is to it. that and maybe there's little else texas can say. she still made the choice, it isn't as if she didn't have in mind she might regret something or other depending. they're both likely to wind up getting themselves in some manner of trouble around one another, but that's another thing for the future. what was that saying? new year, new me? something along those lines is what she thinks about briefly.)
I'll show you around after the party....if we're not feeling like death because of the guests forcing alcohol down our throats and everything.
(they did still have to get through a week-long party, didn't they? texas can party, she knows that. it's something that can help her loosen up, but not when it's forced like that. that's what she dislikes, partying being obligated due to the resort and it's whims again.)
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but for now they’re alone in the car and she’s not in a hurry to go partying just yet. she shifts to cross her own legs, seated across from texas in a little four-seater space in the limo.
an expectant look at texas, then she extends her hand. ]
Show me that mark again.
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(penguin logistics does have plenty of them, plenty more to deal with from their antics. she just doesn't enjoy being forced to party. what kind of sadistic ass place makes people stay up for that long to party? the house, that's what does. annoying, but she's got enough that she's dealt with from it under her belt. experience has taught texas that they'll be in for it. between the games, the drugs going around, food, and drinks. not like she wants to deal with the idea that something might be forced on her in general, because really, who wants to eat themselves to death nearly like how she saw some of them near do already?
she's not in a rush to go back, either. but she did blink, she wants to see it again? her left glove is taken off again. the spade mark made up of both wolves is back in view, it's not as colored in as some guests she knows, but there's a color to it. the black and silver is a standout from how it looks. as expected, she was doing bare minimum to avoid an actual flare-up from the suit.
not that it's too surprising, she tried to not bring her problems on others. about as much as she tried to run away from said problems (that might take longer for her to stop, but she's trying) knowing that she's going to be dealing with a lot. maybe they might be fine, it isn't like anyone has romantic feelings for her in the resort.
....present company, aside.)
Mine wound up on an obvious spot, but I know they can manifest wherever and however they want to.
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and yes she does want to see this mark again, for sly or obvious reasons. ah yes, present company aside. how funny, she could just about gaslight herself to be perfectly truly not quite so happy to call herself texas’ friend and enemy, and that’s fine with her, and now apparently she could find herself here and suddenly have to be concerned with… hormones, with turning into a statue. well the latter is, she thinks, not such an ordeal for herself. but how funny if texas is worried about it now.
she takes texas’ hand in hers. the obscenity of hand holding. something texas probably had ever barely tolerated of her if ever. and every glimpse and touch to the mark and texas’ palm in hers is… ]
Should I feel flattered I have such an impact on you? [ her voice quieter, a murmur. her black claws lightly trace over the spade and two wolves. ]
Like this, I see, on your body.
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(that means dealing with whatever else may come from it, be it drunken antics or their party games turned into them being a pair of hot messes from how the resort works. there's no way that the foods not laced, some of it probably is. the rest might not be, but she's not taking chances if it so much as smells off in knowing how lupo senses can be. they're both here, both trapped in a haunted resort that runs off sex and puts it's residents through all manner of problems. it's crazy, isn't it? going from the miserable pit that is their world of terra to this.
but, enough about that. she doesn't jerk her hand back or anything, it stays calmly there while lappland traces over the spade mark. she did read conversations on the network piece by piece, but a pity nothing came up that might be interesting. nothing about the marks or about why the resort does this. just conversations and casual distractions, that time everyone made the atmosphere heavy aside. she did wonder if the marks do this based around something pertaining to them. maybe, but not everyone has a mark like hers or the others with unusual looking ones. even weiss had hers made up of crows when she saw that.
it must be that this one was because it chose to focus on one part of cellinia, and that would be....there's always that wolf looming behind her. not far, not close. her enemy, her friend. the person who knows her too well while not knowing her at all in some ways.)
Maybe. (it being a brat had to come from somewhere, but she's not voicing that.) That's up to you.
(they're only two wolves, after all.)
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but she might for texas, apparently. her grin is somewhat secretive as she turns texas' hand in hers, caressing over her palm, raking her claws over skin. seeing that mark may as well just instantly make her worse on principle, as much as she'd make some effort to turn texas off from offering a room.
of course she wants it. of course she wants... so much. so fucking much. texas should probably know it. this mark is doing something to her or whatever or maybe she's already been drugged during five months or who knows or cares what the hell's happened. the disgusting feelings burning in her gut, the twist in her chest, she'll just leave it unsaid, she'd be surprised if texas wouldn't know at least a little of what she wants. ]
What does it really take to satisfy it?
[ surely not just cute nice hand holding, like this possibly counts. but she wants to hear texas say it.
she always wants to be with her, almost always, with the instability of her sickness and her dedication and... there's a part of her that constantly thinks about, someday, truly giving up on texas. but even she's not sure if she ever really would. ]
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so maybe for lappland it's sounding like a paradise, because they're both trapped here. no way to leave other than trying to play the game and going from there. that's the issue in itself, how would they get the cards to make their exit or whatever else? texas doesn't want to consider if they'd be trapped there for an eternity.
the question is one she has to answer, she knows it too well. lappland has had further feelings all the same, things that are between the two wolves that often go unmentioned. while lappland doesn't say it, texas knows it. the mark sits and burns. half mockery, the other half pointedly demanding she speak her mind again from that grin and claws going along skin. she did know that things might worsen, but can anything really not get worse in the resort? she doesn't know the answer to that question in particular, but she does know what lappland wants to hear.)
....sex, so touching me.
(which means. cellinia touching lappland whenever she has her turn to get marked happen. checked-in and suffering all the same way that texas did with her "gift" from the house. a pity that her suit mark remained a stubborn brat, but she can't change that.
she couldn't change that, but....maybe she knows they're both cursed at any rate. sex is a two-way street in the resort, some use it as a transaction at best and others have found partners they primarily sleep with while maintaining open relationships. that was how they've managed, from what texas knows. so, who knows what might happen now between them.)
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something so impossible and laughable. and something almost as impossible as having sex with texas. it may as well be the kind of dream she'd fuck herself to at night with the bitterness and sickness of her heart. and now that it might just happen all she could do is just... maybe just not think about it, how much she wants, or she'd just go insane. she just looks at texas for a longer moment, eyes half-closed, texas' hand in hers. if she thinks of how much she wants she'll go insane. how she might want to pull texas close and bite her mouth, shred her clothes, claw her bloody, just about tear her apart. maybe her fantasies could barely count as sex. ]
All right. I understand.
[ she holds texas' hand to her cheek, turns her face just so to brush her mouth over texas' palm. the gentleness that nobody would think of her, if she's not going to do something so crude as rip clothes right now, apparently. ]
Do you want to, right now?
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tonight was no different, nothing else, except not with thoughts of her self-destructive tendencies. their eyes lock, amber on silver with the burn of that spade mark running through her. a demand. she wants to touch and be touched, doesn't she? it's got its hooks in her and is trying to push again. influence instincts she buries down often, make her react to something that would just as easily rip her to shreds. the same way that she might were she able to whenever she feels a shiver down her spine.
if she understands, then why doesn't she touch her? she has an offering, her hand, which her lips brush against. an admission that she needs this. she isn't good at saying it, much less being more honest with herself. wouldn't now count as one time she needs to be? maybe. that gentleness caught cellinia off guard, but texas also knows that lappland isn't always vicious. that's always depended on her, her mood, and what she's thinking about.
which means....shouldn't she say it, here? that texas wants to be touched? no, she needs to say it.)
....touch me if you want to.
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she closes her eyes briefly; that heaviness presses again in her chest; it's with an effort that she tries to stifle it. how funny it is, lately she's simply been thinking over her feelings with texas, considering letting go of them altogether. she's just texas, and i'm just--she knows, with all the memories and clawmarks of their lives together, she would and had done just about anything and everything for her.
this is just another favor she could do for a friend, but, ]
What a thing to say to me, Texas. [ even she doesn't know anymore if her feelings or words are a little bitter, or just bittersweet. she'll simply turn herself instead to what should be fact, that she doesn't have feelings at all. if she does, she'd want to kiss her, she might even want to do something like this somewhere nicer than inside a... admittedly nice, luxury car, but still kind of a questionable place to try to fuck her friend.
she draws in close, her sheer nightgown falling looser around her shoulders. her hands go to texas' top, her smile small but crooked, ] Let's get you out of this, then. Looks rather complicated, your new outfit. [ it's more to undress than herself, nearly entirely naked already. ]
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terrible to the point she can't bring herself to do something more than say it without having it feel like it's always gone deeper. isn't it funny?
she's a hypocrite, always prone to being harsh on many things she shouldn't be. maybe texas should have stopped talking. she's quiet when lappland reaches closer, her hands along that jacket part of the outfit she was given for this stupid party. she would have liked it to be somewhere nicer, but....the cars as close as it gets for them. her suite is off limits thanks to the "lovely" ghosts. anywhere else is too, technically speaking, that isn't the casino or here.
so she's uncertain on what she can say, or maybe her eyes watch a little too closely how that gown slips down along lappland's shoulders. the crooked smile. part of her did wonder if this is a good idea, it's likely not. not with her maybe, for something different, leaning in when lappland comes closer. texas isn't the best of kissers, she can admit that much on a good or bad day. yet this is something different, her bare hand reaches to touch lappland's cheek in a gentle caress that shouldn't have made texas shiver the way she did and....
for once, she found need to do something right when texas comes in closer. if possible, she kisses lappland. lips crushed together like she was holding back this whole time from something more than that. it makes everything go quiet, no mockery, no burns along her hand. just. silence.)
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