#; rubiesintherough / mahia / 001

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@rubiesintherough said: send ⛓️ to find my muse bloody, bruised and restrained ( mahia )

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She’s not sure if she’s simply been  left here  to slowly waste away, or if they are trying to play mindgames with her, making her think she’s in isolation, but actually monitoring her, waiting for the right moment to interrogate her by slowly torturing her first. Trying to make her more pliable? Wren doesn’t even know what they want from her, that’s the tricky part; she has no indication on what to expect.

That, alone, has her psychologically on edge, and tensing up further when she hears someone approach. Not that she can do much but be tense, the way she’s forced on her tiptoes in the middle of the room. Heavy-duty metal cuffs secure her wrists together, the bands too tight and large to slip, extending from the smallest part of her wrist several inches along her arms; even if she could try to dislocate a thumb or break her own wrist, it doesn’t seem likely that’d help her. The cuffs are secured high above her head, likely deliberately making it so that she has to keep balancing on her tiptoes in a constant effort to try to alleviate the strain on her shoulders, arms and back. Slow torture is what it really fucking feels like; it’s hard to think with the physical strain, and Wren is barely even aware of the other injuries she’s sustained, of the dried blood down her forehead, or the bruising on her half-naked form (they had stripped her down to her underwear).

More dazed from exhaustion than the relatively minor head injury, Wren is having difficulty knowing how to react when she recognises the woman, from the glimpses she manages, craning her neck to look at the doorway behind her.

❝ It’s you, ❞    she says, feeling a little stupid about the comment, but too tired to truly care. It’s that woman, the woman collapsed at her doorstep on her Citadel apartment a month or so ago. The woman with the wings. Wren had tried to help her, done her best to erase any evidence of... well, her unusual physique, from any security footage that might’ve caught her, afterwards; mystery or not, Mahia hadn’t appeared like a threat, and Wren hadn’t been keen on being the reason someone, a person, from some unknown humanoid species ended up enduring gods-knew-what...

But to come across her again, here?

Has she misjudged her? Is this her captor, or her saviour, returning the favour...?

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“y’know these guys?” even from across the street he’d noticed a handful of men trail after someone. he’d quietly trailed along & soon found their target in the crowd. a young girl, couldn’t be older than twenty. he wasn’t human, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t help when he felt like it. he also enjoyed a good fight, so both parties were happy with the outcome. by the time he spoke, there was only one left & he had a tight grip on the man. “listen, bud, any more struggling and you’re gonna pass out.” hushed voice at the man he held against his chest, his fingers barely a bother as they tried to pry off nathan’s fist. “they’ve been ogling you all the way down the street.”

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       @rubiesintherough - mahia liked [x] for a starter from wynonna / season one-ish.

    “Hey --”  Wynonna’s hand slid from the grip of the Peacemaker, her right hand offered out to her side as she slowly dropped the gun to her thumb, easing it down onto the edge of the fence railing beside her as she tried to show the young woman that she didn’t mean any harm -- maybe harder to prove than normal given that she’d just blown a Revenant sky high ... hell high? but, seeing as they’d been intent on trying to tear into the stranger, Wynonna was hopeful she’d know Wynonna was trying to help.  She didn’t know what it was about the girl that had set the Revenant off, and, it seemed pretty obvious the girl wasn’t exactly normal but, between sheer gut instinct and the fact the Revenant had seemed intent on tearing her limb from limb?  Wynonna was guessing friend was more likely than foe.  “It’s okay.  I’m not gonna hurt ya,” she promised.  “Not ‘less you give me a reason to and, I’m thinkin’ that’s not exactly your style so --”

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  @rubiesintherough liked [x] for a short starter! // mahia.

               “I’m not gonna hurt you,” Elias declared, his hands held lightly out to his side as he took a small step closer to where the young woman was crouched -- he couldn’t see much, but the streak of red that ran through the rain washing over them both told him she was already hurt.  “If you’re hurt -- I can help you, I can... get you to a clinic, or a hospital or -- find somewhere less official to get you patched up, if you’d rather.”