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ANY CAR IN A STORM
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WELCOME TO THE NEXT 168 HOURS
Phoenix Casino is a-flutter with activity and packed to the beak with guests. As a famously ever-changing space, the staff would be remiss if they didn't deck the crown jewel of the Golden Peacock out. The casino glitters from top to bottom, shining brighter than diamonds, rubies, sapphires, opals! Party-goers are shiny and glamorous with picture perfect makeup, fluttering gowns, and sharp suits. Card tables are packed and the slot machines are a-ringing as guests play, play, play! Prizes, luxury, booze, attractive people, it's the place that everyone wants to be at.
Those people being dragged inside by some invisible force...? Silly, they were so excited to come that their bodies moved before they realized what was happening. Those are struggles of joy and definitely not the casino's infamous ghost hands dragging unwilling guests to the party at the behest of the house. Look, they're literally hurling their bodies at the card tables with unrestrained glee!
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[ she gets the feeling, but she could just about try to talk shit because anything different in reality might be something she can barely deal with.
even if that sounds horribly dramatic. maybe she can’t help it. she might not even deny it, she’d practically lived her whole life pining after one person and finally faced with the idea of having her is turning her entire reality on its head to the point that she could barely grapple with it. years of useless fantasies of kissing and touching her, fucking her or even something at all even nicer. there truly was nothing she truly actually cared about in life at all, not friends or family or country or hobbies. just one person, until she really thought the best thing she could possibly do was give her life to that person until she was denied. nothing, nothing, nothing mattered. the chronic pain and spread of the infection, the fury towards family and country, the constant betrayals and massacres, the loneliness, nothing mattered nothing mattered in the world except her.
the pathetic state of her obsession and her bloodstained self but she’s really a sick infatuated dog with a tenuous leash to life in the first place. she gathers texas in her arms, both naked now, her tail trembles when she can’t even exactly find herself to be happy or in despair or anything when faced with what she might’ve wanted the most in her life. or she’s not even sure what she really wants from texas, or she does know, but she wouldn’t ask it of her. there’s a tremble from her whole body as she just holds texas close to her, chest to chest, her ears pressed back. then kissing her again, with the desperation she held of her entire life knowing and being in love with texas. there are too many reasons why. she probably simply doesn’t reach for what she selfishly wants. she’ll do anything for her but for what she wants for herself. her black claws scratch lightly to texas’ skin, her tongue seeking texas’, a soft needy sound from her throat. she could think, well maybe she could simply use her tongue or fingers or whatever else if texas might simply want relief. it could be simple as that, she might even prefer it. but she’s always wanted to kiss her, to be with her, hold her close almost painfully tender. even with all the violence in her there’s all the infatuation in her to texas. all the fantasies she has of mating her roughly, but she also just wants to kiss as well. maybe this won’t last, she’ll steal kisses at least while texas allows her. ]
(there isn't much texas did expect, there was a lot between them. contradicting herself often came naturally, like now, where part of her thought she was being stupid. giving her enemy this much or giving the one friend who knows her and doesn't at the same time too much. she didn't want her dead, didn't want to kill her. that's the one part that stood strongly against her demeanor from how many chances that texas has had to finish this. she never did, never will. already she's going to be in further trouble, but that isn't something she thinks about at the present. before she might have told herself that she shouldn't.
that she should reconsider, leave, avoid. now it's....maybe it was tiring, maybe it wasn't. whatever was happening in that five months had been big enough to make her start thinking more.
about some of her actions, about if she might ever see those rainy skies or lungmen's own any time soon. from how she's thinking, it felt like they never will. texas has that feeling, and there isn't much that she may ever be able to do while trapped. all she can do is make the most of their now mutual hell, being somewhere she can try to do things differently at, but that's not going to be easy for herself. that spade mark does like to give cellinia more trouble than she'd admit.
from the mockery to preying upon certain behaviors of herself, and as annoying as it is....it was sadly what made her think about everything further. that she's caused a right mess in her own life, she has yet to fix that or do anything about after everything over the years.
texas might not be talking, but maybe she did feel like she would have when they were younger. being seen this way. nude, but she has plenty of scars. beautiful in how she holds herself back from that raging storm she always carries in her, that is cellinia texas. despite it, she's pulled close and despite it all, she kisses lappland. desperation, that was met with neediness. her lips part so easily for lappland's tongue and to lick into it. she wasn't the best of kissers (with her slowly getting more experience in that, she doubts that'd change too) though it doesn't stop her from getting comfortable pressed against lappland. tender, but not tender. a shudder from claws going along her skin.
what a mess this is, cellinia couldn't even help the way those manicured claws press lightly against skin along lappland's back and shoulders in how she's holding on to her. she could honestly steal as many kisses as she wants, texas might even be thinking about doing the same. the only thing is that she's not thinking much about anything else. nothing mattered, not past the now. any worries could be another time, and any other things texas would need to do. she'd show her around later, maybe bring lappland by one of her favorite places to eat at. that's all texas can do while hoping for the best.)
[ she presses something of a sly smile to texas' lips, almost completely uncharacteristically soft and almost completely unlike her. how laughable it is that she'd happily shred the bodies of her enemies apart, casually threaten her underlings or be the most cordial face of customer service to strangers. happily accept after everything they'd been through, that she could be texas' friend. keep secret in her chest her real feelings, as disgustingly apparent as they might be. reluctantly admit to herself that despite their history she knows she's not the closest to texas or anything, but--
she knows her. she knows. she might dare to think and never admit she does actually know her the best after all. a pitiful woman who might never be totally truthful or honest even to her closest friend, who might never open herself to anyone... truly pathetic in a way even lappland herself has to struggle to sink to.
she really doesn't have time for that anymore, after a lifetime of being in love with her. this could be pleasure and just that, kissing her, nuzzling her, caressing those scars and marks on her body. ones she's familiar with and not. her obsessiveness battling with the careful and deliberate choice she's made of her heart. how she would kill for her or go to jail for her as a friend. she kisses thorough and yearning, and the pity and farce is in how she still thinks, she could possibly do even this as a friend. she finally knows she could spend time and energy and dedication to other goals. this is simply indulgence and nothing else.
she moves to push texas down on the cushioned seats, not even breaking the kiss, moving simply to be on top of her with a press of her claws to texas' shoulder. keeping their bodies in contact; and a subtle brush of her thighs as she grinds against texas, the fur of her and the wetness of her she'd share to texas as her body and scent warms with desire. ]
(that smile was noticed, as pathetic as it is there was always that struggle. somehow being made to speak more to what people she's gotten to know has changed it piece by piece, some found out in different ways. cellinia herself might not ever say how. when faced with one's younger self (angry at the injustice, at herself, at everything from a system that destroys more than ever) on a war path to attempt killing you, it also adds to those thoughts being placed into perspective. texas even remembers the words screamed at her, every word that sunk deep. every remark about herself that was true, the wish for acceptance and a desire to no longer be trapped how she was.
the wish that she changed, but texas doesn't want to bring the mood down talking about the circumstances around that event. much less mention how the landscapes used her memories, she didn't want to talk about it because it's better not to. not until another time and place for that where she might no longer be so miserably pathetic.
texas however, knows one thing, that goes as a two-way street between them. knowing one another too well, despite telling themselves they do not, that they weren't that close. that's the problem in itself, isn't it? texas can say that of all the people she knows that lappland can read her to a point others could not. that maybe they both can do as easy as breathing between the soft sighs she makes between kisses, the nuzzling, and fingers running along patches of scars. she has too many. physically, probably otherwise, but she wants to lie more to herself. the only problem is that her lying wasn't working against the feeling of her lips. obsession from lappland, yearning from texas that she might not be able to say. sweet, poisonous, wanting.
her back hits the seats, beneath her this time and hair curtaining behind texas. like she were on one of the adult magazines she's seen around the resort, regardless of the pitiful state of her body. their bodies fit too well together, from that press of them and not daring to part when texas' arms goes around lappland proper, from the grind of their hips together. she moans, she moans into the kiss. feeding them like the sweets she often eats to lappland, her own hips rutting, grinding slowly against lappland's own. for someone that tells herself and lies so often to herself, there's nothing she can think about other than the feeling of heat, skin to skin, lips against lips with shivers running down her spine. sensual, but that can change to being graceless at any time.)
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even if that sounds horribly dramatic. maybe she can’t help it. she might not even deny it, she’d practically lived her whole life pining after one person and finally faced with the idea of having her is turning her entire reality on its head to the point that she could barely grapple with it. years of useless fantasies of kissing and touching her, fucking her or even something at all even nicer. there truly was nothing she truly actually cared about in life at all, not friends or family or country or hobbies. just one person, until she really thought the best thing she could possibly do was give her life to that person until she was denied. nothing, nothing, nothing mattered. the chronic pain and spread of the infection, the fury towards family and country, the constant betrayals and massacres, the loneliness, nothing mattered nothing mattered in the world except her.
the pathetic state of her obsession and her bloodstained self but she’s really a sick infatuated dog with a tenuous leash to life in the first place. she gathers texas in her arms, both naked now, her tail trembles when she can’t even exactly find herself to be happy or in despair or anything when faced with what she might’ve wanted the most in her life. or she’s not even sure what she really wants from texas, or she does know, but she wouldn’t ask it of her. there’s a tremble from her whole body as she just holds texas close to her, chest to chest, her ears pressed back. then kissing her again, with the desperation she held of her entire life knowing and being in love with texas. there are too many reasons why. she probably simply doesn’t reach for what she selfishly wants. she’ll do anything for her but for what she wants for herself. her black claws scratch lightly to texas’ skin, her tongue seeking texas’, a soft needy sound from her throat. she could think, well maybe she could simply use her tongue or fingers or whatever else if texas might simply want relief. it could be simple as that, she might even prefer it. but she’s always wanted to kiss her, to be with her, hold her close almost painfully tender. even with all the violence in her there’s all the infatuation in her to texas. all the fantasies she has of mating her roughly, but she also just wants to kiss as well. maybe this won’t last, she’ll steal kisses at least while texas allows her. ]
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that she should reconsider, leave, avoid. now it's....maybe it was tiring, maybe it wasn't. whatever was happening in that five months had been big enough to make her start thinking more.
about some of her actions, about if she might ever see those rainy skies or lungmen's own any time soon. from how she's thinking, it felt like they never will. texas has that feeling, and there isn't much that she may ever be able to do while trapped. all she can do is make the most of their now mutual hell, being somewhere she can try to do things differently at, but that's not going to be easy for herself. that spade mark does like to give cellinia more trouble than she'd admit.
from the mockery to preying upon certain behaviors of herself, and as annoying as it is....it was sadly what made her think about everything further. that she's caused a right mess in her own life, she has yet to fix that or do anything about after everything over the years.
texas might not be talking, but maybe she did feel like she would have when they were younger. being seen this way. nude, but she has plenty of scars. beautiful in how she holds herself back from that raging storm she always carries in her, that is cellinia texas. despite it, she's pulled close and despite it all, she kisses lappland. desperation, that was met with neediness. her lips part so easily for lappland's tongue and to lick into it. she wasn't the best of kissers (with her slowly getting more experience in that, she doubts that'd change too) though it doesn't stop her from getting comfortable pressed against lappland. tender, but not tender. a shudder from claws going along her skin.
what a mess this is, cellinia couldn't even help the way those manicured claws press lightly against skin along lappland's back and shoulders in how she's holding on to her. she could honestly steal as many kisses as she wants, texas might even be thinking about doing the same. the only thing is that she's not thinking much about anything else. nothing mattered, not past the now. any worries could be another time, and any other things texas would need to do. she'd show her around later, maybe bring lappland by one of her favorite places to eat at. that's all texas can do while hoping for the best.)
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she knows her. she knows. she might dare to think and never admit she does actually know her the best after all. a pitiful woman who might never be totally truthful or honest even to her closest friend, who might never open herself to anyone... truly pathetic in a way even lappland herself has to struggle to sink to.
she really doesn't have time for that anymore, after a lifetime of being in love with her. this could be pleasure and just that, kissing her, nuzzling her, caressing those scars and marks on her body. ones she's familiar with and not. her obsessiveness battling with the careful and deliberate choice she's made of her heart. how she would kill for her or go to jail for her as a friend. she kisses thorough and yearning, and the pity and farce is in how she still thinks, she could possibly do even this as a friend. she finally knows she could spend time and energy and dedication to other goals. this is simply indulgence and nothing else.
she moves to push texas down on the cushioned seats, not even breaking the kiss, moving simply to be on top of her with a press of her claws to texas' shoulder. keeping their bodies in contact; and a subtle brush of her thighs as she grinds against texas, the fur of her and the wetness of her she'd share to texas as her body and scent warms with desire. ]
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the wish that she changed, but texas doesn't want to bring the mood down talking about the circumstances around that event. much less mention how the landscapes used her memories, she didn't want to talk about it because it's better not to. not until another time and place for that where she might no longer be so miserably pathetic.
texas however, knows one thing, that goes as a two-way street between them. knowing one another too well, despite telling themselves they do not, that they weren't that close. that's the problem in itself, isn't it? texas can say that of all the people she knows that lappland can read her to a point others could not. that maybe they both can do as easy as breathing between the soft sighs she makes between kisses, the nuzzling, and fingers running along patches of scars. she has too many. physically, probably otherwise, but she wants to lie more to herself. the only problem is that her lying wasn't working against the feeling of her lips. obsession from lappland, yearning from texas that she might not be able to say. sweet, poisonous, wanting.
her back hits the seats, beneath her this time and hair curtaining behind texas. like she were on one of the adult magazines she's seen around the resort, regardless of the pitiful state of her body. their bodies fit too well together, from that press of them and not daring to part when texas' arms goes around lappland proper, from the grind of their hips together. she moans, she moans into the kiss. feeding them like the sweets she often eats to lappland, her own hips rutting, grinding slowly against lappland's own. for someone that tells herself and lies so often to herself, there's nothing she can think about other than the feeling of heat, skin to skin, lips against lips with shivers running down her spine. sensual, but that can change to being graceless at any time.)