Perhaps it is time that I move from that.
Perhaps I should forgive my killer for the f8 I already knew, and for memories of other trials that weigh heavy on my still-heart.
Once a Gam8lignant, once a Marquise, once a feared entity, once a re8el in a cause I knew would f8l.
I finally realize that eternity is too long for dwell in my 8itterness.
Though 8itterness is something that does not wish to f8de aw8y.
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>FUCK!
You grip her face in both hands with startling strength and just as your torso is penetrated by her sharpened instrument, you press a deep kiss to her lips. Your eyes flutter and your whole body shivers. You find yourself short of breath…
No matter. You would be better, soon…You just need to get the stick out of your stomach. And you need to stop bleeding…
The express—.
Oh possibly the expression to your own face as you’re being kiss—kiss…kissed…
Fef…
FUCK!
You immediately yank back from her, pulling out the damn thing you just stabbed her with, your hands immediately going to put pressure on her wound, panicked, yes.
“I—I’m sorry.” You’re whispering, honest, truthful. You… you didn’t know.
You stabbed Feferi, damn everything.
Fuck.
…And there’s a flush to your cheeks, the second part flaring up. Shit, this is not good. A bleeding Feferi in your arms and your own body.
You hate everything.
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>Be yourself.
You take a few more steps, standing less than three feet from her hiding spot. You’re quite obviously unarmed, fingers curling and uncurling nervously into fists.
And that is when you strike, whipping out, your aim true, and the sharpened instrument of injury going for her middle, at an upwards angle.
Oh, the sickening sound of pierced flesh, what beautiful music.
Now you have to see her face.
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>Be yourself.
You take another step closer and push back a bit of the brush. You know she’s planning some harm or another, and you intend to kiss that bitch before she finds her way into your hive. Your family. You intend to kiss the fuck out of her.
And she’s gonna like it, too.
Another step, and another. A twig breaks beneath your foot.
Oh a bit closer, just a bit. A few more steps, not much more than that.
If you could make a sound, you might have snickered when she broke that twig. Just softly, hah.
Your position has shifted just in the slightest, ready, so very ready to strike her through.
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Anonymous asked: M!A: When you get kissed you'll want to fuck really bad. Heat bad.
>Mun: Flip off.
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>Be yourself.
You sigh to yourself as you make your way into the forest, closer, closer still to your target and you’ve no idea. You turn quietly and frown, eyes out onto the horizon, your ear flicks and you stare right in Mindfang’s direction. Were she not under the cover of the rock you would have seen her. Your eyes bore through it with the wild curiosity that they always seem to hold and you take a single step towards it.
Your breath is calm, steady, quiet. You’re waiting. Closer and closer she comes, how much closer to injury she brings herself. There’s almost a sadistic smile to your lips at the thought of plunging something into a disgusting spawn of the Empress herself. Oh, you’re almost joyful at the thought of causing her harm, despite the Empress’s work not being her fault in the slightest. Perhaps, perhaps deep down your wish to harm her is due to your own fate? Why question.
Why care?
Closer, little fish, swim into the fishnet of pain.
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>Be yourself.
You frown to yourself as you come up, not fifty feet from her hiding spot. What an idiot you were, going into the ocean in search of her when it was the choice, be a mertroll or forget everything. Of course. No one ever pegged you as particularly brilliant, though. You wring out your hair on the beach and frown, fins twitching to the sandy floor. Your instincts are piqued. You are not alone.
Seatrolls are able to be identified, but unable to be read. You can sense another troll by seeing them, and there—ah…
That high? Here? Really? Now you have a stick that you have been sharpening with a random rock for a few minutes. Decent point, nothing to brag about. Enough force could kill a troll. The range isn’t that bad, either, but… There is what seems to be…
Tyrian?
The Empress’s hatch?
Oh, now this is a dangerous creature indeed. Someone that is one night, to face the Empress in hopes of taking her throne, and dying. Lovely. Just exactly what you wished for a challenge in a second life. Though, doing the Empress’s job for her strikes you as deeply wrong, perhaps maiming somewhat and fleeing off would be a better option.
Your eye carefully regards, and you get to a position where hopefully she is unable to see you.
This strange mirror you found, odd material, but you use it to see her while staying well hidden. If she comes close enough, you will attack. Otherwise, you’ll have to follow her, see what she is doing here. Perhaps she’ll lead you to the other trolls? You’re unsure.
Though, your instincts feel… off.
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>Be yourself.
Wonderful. Here you are, woken from what seems to be a terrible nightmare, on the shores of some beach. Unknown territory, and this is most certainly not Alternia. Now here are you? Alive, breathing, and somewhere unknown…
Curiously, the Marquise somewhat stalks around, finding randomly a dress and some other clothing to wear, wondering where this convinently placed items with her symbol on them came from. Arm, functional, eye still blind. That was all well and dandy, but there was a problem.
There were other trolls here.
Hostile or not, the Marquise looked quickly for somewhere to hide out, finding almost like a cave nearby, and staying there. She needed a weapon, and a plan of attack. Bloods unknown, numbers unknown. She didn’t know where she was, what world she was on, or how many potential hostiles existed.
Well, a perfect challenge to wake up to, wasn’t it?
The worst part, was when she attempted to speak.
Interesting, so the cost of this new life was her voice? That was fine, her powers were in well-working order.
Anonymous asked: You have two options: stay a mertrollmaid forever, or give up your memories of this life and voice to be troll again. You will stay in the second state until someone you care about kisses you.
……..Option num8er two.
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If you’ve read your journal at all, which you o8viously h8ve, you know wh8t I’m talking a8out.
My apologies, I am rather distracted.
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> MAKE GRABBY HANDS AT THROUGH THE GLASS.
-Casually waves ‘bye bye’ and swims off.-
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Glu8.> SCREAM
> CRY.
> FRIGHTEN EVERY FISH IN A TEN MILE RADIUS.
-CACKLE.-
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