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[gojoidyll]

There is No Law that Emperors Must be Fair

Emperor ! Jing Yuan x Princess ! Reader

Chapter 11 | Amnesia and What Else

Summary | You are set to marry the Emperor, Jing Yuan. In order to break the engagement, you stage an accident and fake having amnesia. But now, your own cruel, cold, and distant fiancé, who seemed to not want anything to do with you, is now acting all lovey dovey!

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When you next opened your eyes, your head was lying in Sunday’s lap.

“Hello again,” you managed to say. You watched the corners of Sunday’s eyes crinkle at your greeting, his hand gently running through your hair.

“Hello, y/n.”

You closed your eyes and let yourself relax, your body just sinking into warmth as you and Sunday rested in silence until the questions in your head began to fester within yourself.

“Sunday?”

He hummed.

“Why is this so difficult? It’s like… no matter what I do, the emperor will just kill me,” you sat up then and turned to Sunday.

“I’m afraid Jing Yuan will always be difficult. As he always was.”

“You sound like you know him well.”

Sunday pursed his lips, “you could say that, but I wouldn’t worry about that, alright?”

You nodded slowly as Sunday leaned in and kissed your forehead, just as he did before to help you forget your death, or at least, forget the pain of it. And just like before, his lips on your skin were soft and warm, featherlike almost. The pain that has been inflicted on your body long forgotten.

“The next you wake, you’ll be right where you started.”

“Wait, before I go, please… please point me in the right direction. What should I do now? If I’m not careful I’ll just be seen as ‘boring’ again, or painted as someone untrustworthy or dangerous, or even end up in some convoluted plot set up by someone else.”

Sunday closed his eyes and thought for a moment. The silence was almost deafening.

“Blade.”

“Blade?”

“Try to get him on your side again.”

“And how do I go about doing that?”

Sunday opened his eyes and merely gave you a small smile, “you’re quite likable y/n, I’m sure you won’t have to try hard to get him on your side.”

“What do you mean by that-?”

You couldn’t finish your questioning, however, as you had found yourself opening your eyes once more. Though, when you woke up, everything just… hurt. Why?

Sitting up and looking around, you noticed that you were in the infirmary and not your room which… didn’t make sense at all.

“I changed the past… if only a little and put you back to when you enacted your little … amnesia plan and even made it where it looked more believable to any watchful eyes that were on you,” Sunday’s voice was soft as it echoed within your mind. His breath almost tickled on the shell of your ear, “good luck, y/n.”

Calming yourself, you mentally thanked Sunday. Though, now even more questions swirled within your mind. One of them being… how? How was Sunday able to do it? Was he able to control what can be seen or not seen?

You suppose it doesn’t matter, at least, not right now.

Now, if you remembered correctly Blade was also in the infirmary, and now that you are aware of that… it’s to act like you actually have amnesia. Sunday gave you a chance and he also gave you a little direction too. Blade was your target, and you were determined not to die again!

“Where- where am I?”

You faked looking around again, your hands grabbing at the sheets as you pulled them close to you which was when your eyes landed on Blade. Faking a gasp, you jumped a little and scooted close to the edge of the bed, far away from where Blade was standing guard next to you.

“Who- who are you?! Where am I?!”

“Princess-,” when he reached for you, you slapped his hand away.

“Don’t touch me!”

You wanted to pat yourself on the back with the show you were putting on.

Blade, all the while, let his hand fall back to his side, “Princess, you-,” he paused as if contemplating how to explain it to you and honestly you were curious what he was going to say too, and when it became obvious that he was struggling with an explanation to give you, you decided to move the conversation along.

“Why do you keep calling me that?”

“What?”

“Princess. Am I really a princess?”

“You…,” he paused, “you are, and I am the guard assigned to you.”

“If you’re really my guard, then why am I.,” you looked around for effect, “what looks to be an infirmary.”

“You got hurt,” when he took a step forward you scooted back making him pause, “a maid had pushed you down the stairs when I wasn’t around.”

“Then how do you know it was a maid?”

“Another had witnessed the incident and had caught you before any more damage could be done.”

“Caught me?”

“A maid had pushed you down the stairs.”

Which means the one who caught you was Imbibitor Lunae, and since Blade isn’t accusing you of faking amnesia, then Sunday’s trick (whatever he did) is working.

“Who.. who caught me?”

Blade shook his head, “that isn’t important right now, what is important is if you remember anything. Anything at all.”

You paused for effect again and finally shook your head, “I- I don’t.”

Blade sighed, his shoulders falling slightly at your admittance, “I will inform the Emperor then.”

“Wait!”

You called out to him just as he turned to leave, “yes?”

“What- what is your name? And what emperor?”

“You can call me.. Blade. And the Emperor is your fiancé.”

When he left you with that information, you relaxed considerably. So far, so good. Now, you just have to keep up the act and get Blade on your side.

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[freeuselandonorris]

honestly would kill to see your take on any kink ever, but I must admit I haven't been able to get your thoughts on electrostim out of my mind since you shared them so. that one. (+camshow if you're feeling it 👀)

ps.: I did have a good festive season, and I hope you did too!! 🫶🫶

glad to hear it! 🫰 mine has been. mixed. but mostly good thank u!

obviously could not resist this one. enjoy oscar being the stone cold freak for once!

Lando had asked to see it, mainly because he didn’t entirely believe Oscar was telling the truth. 

Oscar was cool and everything. Funny, with a saucy mouth on him once you got to know him. But you had to admit the guy came off as — well. Vanilla. 

So when they’d gotten pissed together on leftover Moët in Lando’s suite and Oscar had picked up the TENS machine Jon had left in there, turned it over in his hands and said, “are you into electrostim?” in tones of nervous delight, Lando hadn’t even considered it might be some sort of weird sex thing.

What the fuck is electrostim? he’d asked, tipping the remnants of his glass down his throat, which meant he didn’t notice Oscar’s horrified expression for a few seconds. 

“Nothing,” Oscar said quickly, but by that point Lando had clocked the blush spreading rapidly across his cheeks and perked right up. Even then, he’d figured it was something embarrassing, but not — that. 

He’d not believed it, when Oscar explained it. How you could wire up the same kind of machine Jon used to zap the cramps out of his aching thighs and stick it round your cock. Not that Oscar said it so brazenly. There was a lot of umm-ing and err-ing, a lot of vague hand gestures and stuttering, before Lando got the picture. 

“Fuck off,” Lando said when Oscar finished stammering out the barest of explanations. “Really? You?”

”Jesus, Lando,” Oscar said, somewhere between exasperated and indignant.

“I bet you a hundred quid you can’t,” Lando said. 

Oscar shrugged. “Believe what you like.”

Lando, whose impulse control was bad at the best of times and even worse combined with half a bottle of champagne and a burgeoning stiffy, picked the machine up from where Oscar had dropped it onto the coffee table and held it out. “Show me?”

Oscar gaped at him. He was redder than Lando had ever seen him, but he didn’t look mad or anything. Just — blindsided, maybe. 

“Not now,” Oscar said eventually. His voice came out in a kind of croak, and he cleared his throat before he spoke again. “Maybe — maybe some other time.”

Lando knew a brush-off when he saw one, so he shrugged and changed the subject and tried not to feel too mortified about it. Oscar made his excuses after another glass, sloped off to his own bedroom, and Lando put the whole embarrassing affair out of his mind. 

When his phone buzzed a week later with a text from Oscar, he had to read it twice before he understood it.

Osc 19:48 Hey. I took a video if you’re still interested. No worries if not, don’t want to pressure 🙂

Lando breathed out hard through his nose, blinking at his phone.

lando 19:50 thats the politest sext i’ve ever had yeh i am pls

Osc 19:51 🙄 it was hardly a sext [video attached]

The thumbnail was blurry, a flash of maroon and some squiggles that might be wires. Lando swallowed hard, thumb hovering over the play button. He tapped it.

”Okay,” Oscar’s voice came from the phone’s speaker, quiet. Lando kicked the volume up a couple of notches, watching a confusion of movement. Oscar’s torso, clad in his usual plain t-shirt, and a pair of khaki knee-length shorts, open at the waist. The wires Lando had spotted led out to a hand-held control box, similar to the one Jon used but a different model. 

On-screen, Oscar cleared his throat. “Had it on for five minutes or so already,” he said. His voice was a little shaky, like he was nervous. He swallowed audibly before he spoke again. “So I’m a little — I’m already, you know.” A soft laugh. “Sorry, don’t know how well I’ll be able to, um, talk you through it. Let me just — I’ll just show you.”

He exhaled, audibly steeling himself, and Lando felt himself mirror the action unconsciously. His hands were sweating enough to worry he might drop his phone. He swore under his breath and hit pause on Oscar, heading through to his bedroom and flopping back onto the bed. After a moment’s deliberation, he shoved his own shorts down to mid-thigh. He wasn’t hard yet, but — well. Better to have the option. 

He hit play. Oscar-on-the-screen hummed thoughtfully and then the screen blurred again. Some scuffling sounds that made Lando wince, the screen going briefly dark and then bleaching light again until Oscar came back into focus from the neck down to mid-thigh, standing in what looked like his bathroom with the camera, presumably, propped on the sink. 

“Right, that’s better,” Oscar said, and breathed out again, a short sharp exhalation. “Okay, here goes.” 

He put the control box down, out of shot, and visibly straightened his spine before he pushed his shorts down. No boxers. Oscar, Lando thought admiringly. I wouldn’t have thought you had it in you.

It took the camera a few moments to focus, but when it did, Lando bit back a groan. Oscar’s cock was thick, semi-hard, and covered in wires. A thick black loop of it cinched tight around the base, and another snug beneath the head of his cock, trailing a black wire. 

“Had it on low,” Oscar said. “I’ll turn it up a bit.”

His hand reached out of frame and adjusted something, and he gasped. His cock jerked, filling out in front of Lando’s wide eyes. Oscar made a soft noise, the muscles in his forearm flexing as he adjusted something else that made his cock jump again, a tiny rhythmic pulse. 

“Ah,” Oscar said. “That’s — about halfway now. Feels pretty intense.”

He adjusted himself with one hand, pulling the top loop of wire a little tighter with the plastic toggle tucked up tight beneath the head. His long fingers hovered for a second, like he was struggling not to jack himself off, help things along. 

Lando let out a string of curses beneath his breath and grabbed himself. He thumbed at the bottom of the screen to bring up the playback bar. Jesus, the video wasn’t even a quarter of the way through yet. 

He watched Oscar’s cock get harder, bobbing in midair. Lando tuned himself into it after a minute or so. He could tell when Oscar adjusted the intensity of the current by the way Oscar’s cock flushed red, jolting against his belly, the veins on the underside pulsing beneath his foreskin. 

Still, it made him gasp when Oscar’s cock blurted thin clear liquid. It trickled down the side of his cock and dropped out of sight. 

“Yep,” Oscar said tightly. “Yeah, it’s. Getting good now.”

“Oh my God, Oscar,” Lando said to his empty room, voice shocked and shaking. 

Oscar hummed again, a low rumble in his chest. When he spoke again, it sounded like an effort. “Sometimes it makes me, uh. I think it stimulates my bladder or something, so — just to warn you.”

Lando let out a shuddering breath, blinking hard at the screen. This was insane. Both of them had clearly lost their minds. He wondered, for a brief paranoid second, whether this was some sort of sophisticated deepfake scam and he was going to have his bank account emptied or his DMs leaked yet again. But no, Oscar had said it to his face. 

“Right,” Oscar’s voice came over the speaker. “Gonna take it up another notch. It’s getting — it’s strong now.” 

Lando could hear it now. A faint ticking sound, barely there, pulsing in time to the jerk of Oscar’s swollen cock. Oscar pulled up the hem of his t-shirt with one hand and clenched his abs, gasping. 

“Ah, jeez,” Oscar gritted out, and on the screen, his cock jumped and let out a spurt of liquid. It spattered wet against his stomach, dripping down. Too far away from the camera to be able to see what it was. 

Lando curled his toes into the bedding. He was wanking furiously now, skin slapping against skin sounding overly loud in the room compared to the processed sound of Oscar’s heavy breaths. On the screen, Oscar’s cock was pulsing rhythmically, drooling clear liquid with every movement. Little droplets ran down the shaft, dripping to the floor. The hem of Oscar’s t-shirt had fallen down again when he’d let go of it, and it was dark and damp. Lando found himself wanting to suck it clean.

”Not—” Oscar’s breath hitched on a moan. “Not long now.” 

You’re telling me, Lando thought wildly, squeezing himself around the base to try to calm himself down. He was panting, thighs flexing with the need to come, but Oscar hadn’t yet, and he wanted to see it. 

“Okay,” Oscar was saying on the screen, more to himself than the camera. “Gonna — gonna turn it up to max now, and that’ll probably do it.”

He reached out then and picked up the phone, bringing it closer to his straining cock. As the camera moved, Lando caught a glimpse of his face, red and shining with sweat. 

“Ready?” Oscar’s voice came over the speakers, and Lando moaned at the shock of being directly addressed. 

Oscar reached his other hand out to the control unit, and Lando saw his thighs clench, his cock lurch violently. 

“Oh, fuck,” Oscar rasped. “Fuck, fuck, fuck—” 

He came, untouched and messy, spraying across his t-shirt. Before he knew it, Lando was coming too, letting it get all over his own stomach as Oscar’s ragged gasps echoed in his ears. 

Lando stopped coming before Oscar did. Oscar’s cock was red and angry-looking, still spurting thin liquid every few seconds as his thighs shook visibly. Then the screen tilted dizzily, and the video stopped.

Lando stared at the screen, shell-shocked. His brain felt like it had been hollowed out. 

“Fucking hell,” he croaked to the phone. He wanted to laugh, slightly hysterical. Instead he wiped his sticky hand on his shirt and swiped out of the video, back to his message thread with Oscar.

lando 20:03 omfg wow

A second later, Lando’s phone vibrated, but there was no reply in his thread with Oscar. Instead, there was a notification from his bank. Lando opened it.

Oscar Piastri has requested funds! Oscar Piastri has requested £100.00 GBP.  Message from recipient: “Told you so.” Accept request to transfer funds?

[s1lu3s]

INSPIRATION ISSUES.

warnings: suggestive content +18, masturbation, voyeur, fem!oc.

pairing: rafayel x y/n.

a/n: this is my first shot about him!! hope u like it <3

if you find any mistakes, pls tell me (english is not my first language)

comments and repost are appreciated <3

credits for the banner of mdni to roseschoices.

With Rafayel out of town in order to find some inspiration for several days, you stayed alone in the apartment you both share.

Bored and unwilling to do anything, tonight you especially felt very much in need of him.

However, he never let you know when he would be back and you don't want to bother him with your stupid and unimportant concerns.

You wish you had agreed to go with him, but your job as a hunter obliged you from doing so.

And you know you can't let Jenna, or any of your other teammates, down. Both, Rafayel and you know that your rigid morals prevent you from doing so every time he proposes such an escapade from your work.

You close your eyes, sink your head into the pillow and raise your hips as you imagine the same fantasy you've had with him over and over again this lonely week.

“Rafayel...” you murmur, squeezing one of your breasts and stroking your clit in slow circles.

You feel your fluids sliding down your thighs, your breathing ragged and erratic and your pulse rising higher and higher.

You imagine how he would do it if it was here.

Firstly, he would turn you around so that you would focus your attention only on him as he would play with your folds before delivering a single thrust and creating a torturous rhythm that would trigger an unstoppable state of frenzy on you.

You outline your own folds with one finger, which enters easily inside you because of the wetness you have between your legs. So you start to fuck your fingers in and out, feeling how your cunt is stretching them.

“Mph...” lascivious sounds burst from your lips as you change the rhythm of your fingers, curling them when they reach your walls and arching your back while you find that sweet spot that has your thighs trembling and put your eyes in blank while you hit it several times.

The warmth you radiate spreads throughout your body and you begin to feel a slight tingling sensation.

You are about to finish, when you hear a low grunt coming from the corner of the room.

You raise your head and notice a familiar figure sitting. Watching you.

“Oh, please don't stop for me. Go on, show me how much you have missed me these days.” Rafayel's voice is low and demanding, you even are able to catch that it denotes a lustful tone.

You obey. So you reassume your previous action, again directing your hand to the place between your legs, this time, turned, with your back on the mattress and staring back at him through the darkness. Your fluid always helping you to better slide your fingers through your folds, passing near by your needy clit and finally sliding into your walls.

In fact, you were closer for the orgasm you had been searching for. A couple of thrusts curling your fingers and moving them in and out, a thrust with your hips, and your legs begin to tremble slightly.

You squint, catching a fleeting glimpse of Rafayel holding a notebook and pencil and gazing at you.

“You know, these days I had gone looking for inspiration when I realized one thing. You are my source, the engine that gives life to my drawings.” His words are all you need to let yourself be carried away by the final wave of ecstasy. “A true work of art.” He mumbles and continues sketching strokes on the paper for a few more minutes.

For your part, you simply lie back and settle yourself better on the mattress, controlling your breathing and closing your eyes as you feel in the left side a slight movement.

You feel a subtle pressure on your shoulder and hip when he stands next to you.

“I don't think I'll have any more inspiration problems.” He assures you, kissing your hair and lying down with you.

[lgcmaylin]

weekends.

"do you think ghosts ask if they believe in humans?"

this question should not come as a surprise with the way maylin almost adored ghosts. every sheet of paper she ever received had a small doodle in the corner with a ghost doing the most random things. there is never a day where she's not thinking about it and at this point, she was planning on decorating a white sheet and wearing it to the company as her second costume.

"we always ask each other if we believe in ghosts, but can you imagine baby ones... hearing the legends of humans and never seeing one for themselves." the most special thing about this brunette was her random brain when it came to this topic. she was the type to speak without thinking the majority of the time, and running into @lgcyuxi when it appeared she was preparing to leave the dance rooms was the perfect place to get stuck with such questions.

"i always listen to podcasts on my walk to the studios and when i'm stretching, so i have a lot on my mind about this. just wanted to pick at someone else's brain."

no pun intended.

[gccdwitch]

@vvhimsicals

“Would it kill you to show some appreciation for the things I do for you?” Mary snaps, dragging her fingers through her hair in frustration. Sure, she herself, wasn’t that good at sweet words or grand gesture or most anything that felt too romantic, but there were other ways to show you were thankful for someone’s presence. And she always tried to do as much. “Or acknowledge them, at least. It’s like... sometimes I feel like you seriously take me for granted.”

[scbrvght]

spillurgvts ♡ liked for a starter based on ( ♡ )

their game was wrong but it didn't change the fact that she liked it — loved it, even — right up until the moments when it started to hurt. when she’d catch sight of them with someone else, their hands brushing too close, their smiles just a little too genuine. that was why she maybe found herself spending suspiciously too much time around the other at these kinds of functions. a whisper, meant only for them, as she shifted closer, her lips almost brushing their ear. " I mean, this is what you wanted, right ? " words hang in the air for just a moment a she blinked, settling backwards again, her tone too sweet to be sincere. " to know that even though I'm theirs, you can have me too ? "

[lunaetis]

▸▸ [ @starspurn ( aventurine ) || starter call. ]

─「エデン」─  " are you confident you'd always win ? " the thrill of a gamble was one thing, but the glint in those eyes of his when he made his moves was a whole different level of belief altogether. " or perhaps, confident enough to know luck would be on your side ? "

[francaoliveira]

🦜ꜰʀᴀɴᴄᴀ ᴏʟɪᴠᴇɪʀᴀ & ᴀʟᴇᴄ ꜰʟʏɴɴ

Franca, admittedly, wasn't much of a drinker. But, after getting into it with Beatriz earlier at the sanctuary in front of the employees and volunteers (and even a few guests), she needed to get away. Texting Phoebe to see if she could meet up with her, she tried to figure out which bar could be the best option. Aurora's was great, but more for when she's in a better mood; The Labyrinth was too flashy and she didn't understand the references too much, nor was she really into fantasy and mythology; Mic Drop!, well, she hates her singing voice (despite being told that it was good), so that's not an option; She will keep avoiding O'Shea's, the place of an awkward blind date that ended horribly a year ago, like the plague; Static was loud, very loud; The Vault wasn't too bad, but she didn't feel like dancing; and then... The Pour House. Fuck, that place kind of scared her, always has. She's rarely, if at all, has come here. But... If she keeps her head down and has a few drinks, maybe she won't be bothered. Fortunately, it didn't seem too busy (or scary) tonight. Sitting at the bar, she'd been about to order a drink when she saw the bartender. "H-Hey," she breathed out. Recognizing her old classmate. "I... didn't know that you work here."

���ᴡʜᴏ: @alecflynn

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[miss--katherine]

Where: Rhytm Realm With @glitchfms (Banks)

"You should hire me for your social media person or something," she told the man she was standing behind as he was looking through the music equipment, looking for whatever it was that he needed at the moment. For the time she knew him they rarely hung out just the two of them, usually there were other people around or at least people from the band, but for today's endeavour, she had found herself asking if she could come when he'd mentioned he'd be coming to the music store. She didn't really have money to buy anything right now, the budget was tight since during the summer she'd been on vacation and spent quite a bit there, but she could still appreciate and see if they'd let her test out if she still remembered how to play the guitar.

"Look at how nice this looks, I'm a pro" she said as she turned her phone towards Banks to show him a video she'd put together as a reel from the last performance.

[fvlsegcds]

closed starter for @jetaiimee. inspired by.

Sleeping next to someone was new for Ellie, she had never really been the relationship type, but something about Victor had drawn her in. There was a sense of safety she lacked in any other aspect of her life, a warmth she was finding more inviting than the bottle as of late, and a strange comfort in just enjoying someone's company for once. She was trying her hardest not to be her own worst enemy, though tonight she found herself struggling to drift off to sleep. The familiar nagging voices plagued the back of her mind, weaving cruel fiction that her happy ending was bound to come crumbling around her any time now. After at least half an hour of internal debating, blue eyes squinted open as she reached for her phone to check the time. Just past one in the morning, and as much as she knew she should let him sleep with work in the morning, but it was too loud to have any chance at getting any herself without a hand. "Hey.. are you awake?" A silly question, assuming he was sound asleep, until she started up, squirming within his grasp in an attempt to catch his attention. "I can't sleep…" Words emphasized with a whine, her hips grinding back against him with intent this time, the fabric of her shorts already bunching between them in their position. "Help, please, baby? I need you."

[angclnumber]

CLOSED STARTER FOR: @sungoesdcwn ! BASED ON: this and this !

" HI ." IT DIDN'T MATTER THAT THEY HAD seen each other mere minutes ago . the soft greeting escapes haven's lips with the sort of reverence that would make it seem like they'd been apart hours . she presses her forehead to hers with gentleness that is perhaps enhanced by the high but haven would like to think it's equally present without it . "i know you can't see it but ... your aura is such a pretty pink tonight ." haven says, the words with her head bobbing in a nod . "you're going to have to trust me, because i can see it and you can't ." haven nods decisively . "and also cause i love you ."

[nxnsense]

"you didn't mean to hurt me ?" questions as she looks up to them. "well, i guess in the end it doesn't really matter cause it all hurts the same." || @viciousins

[dvnastics]

─ closed starter ( @gcldenblades ) ; day four, morning of the wrestling competition .

❛ what is it you want drystan ? ❜ her gaze does not stray from the window. the focus of her attention upon waves crashing against jagged rocks below, but she sees his reflection within the thin pains of glass. her patience for that part of her family was limited at best, but today ( her head throbbing with the remnants of her wine consumption the previous evening ) it was none existent. ❛ well ? ❜ argella reluctantly turned, an expression that urged haste etched across her features. ❛ do not tell me you are fearful of the competition today ? ❜ she doubted such was his actual motive, but she could not resist the barb. ❛ you are a grown man, i will not fight your battles for any more. ❜ whether she had ever done such a thing a fair topic of debate.

[zorkaya-moved]

‘you should have a drink, too.’ (from lyney!) (i'm sending you memes like 2 days late I'M SO SORRY)

@apocryphis

How kind of him to offer her a drink after his Father left, leaving them both to enjoy a couple of drinks and simply enjoy each other's company. Lyney is one of the small number of people who is aware of the snake living in the Akademiya, the actor of all actors who changes her whole identity with a snap of fingers to such a chilling degree you'd think you never knew the reality when interacting with her.

An opportunistic pragmatist with ambition running through her veins since her childhood, an older sister of two demons of the north from Snezhnaya. Well, not like anyone outside of their little village would know that and, perhaps, a couple of Harbingers. Arlecchino certainly doesn't forget to call Sokolova out on her dark reputation of a poisonous snake to her face, even today while Lyney was here. She was so rude about it, too (not that Zarina cared, keeping her self-satisfied and calm smile with a gleam of her golden eyes to showcase the biting capabilities). But why would she leave Lyney with her? Possibly to gain favors, to win trust, or simply because Arlecchino knows there are some similarities between the two of them that can be used for future.

Older twin siblings, that's what they were. Isn't it an entertaining similarity to share? Arlecchino didn't need to mention Victor before them both today either, stating that her brother was doing well. What a bitch, she knows which buttons to push to remind where they both stand: do not underestimate. As if she can allow herself to underestimate the Knave. Zarina almost laughed in the woman's face right with the magician in the room, but held back, instead showing nothing but laid-back and relaxed smile.

When Lyney offers a drink, her golden gaze finds him immediately. He's a smart one, an observant one. He has a bright future in the world down below, but does he wish to continue this path if he doesn't stand on top of the pyramid? She's sure that if not for her ambition, she'd wish for a calmer and sweeter life. Zarina studies Lyney with a blank expression but her smile crawls back on her face as she approaches him with a bit of a playful hum as her hands reach out for the glass offered by the young man.

However, her hand instead of grabbing the glass of wine, she finds herself turning the magician's face to herself. She tilts her head to the side, studying him a bit more with that sharp gaze of hers and a smile that seems a bit too perfect. The magician must always know when to hide their tricks up their sleeves, correct? He must be observant and has questions to her. Arlecchino clearly has big plans for him and she wants to see if she can give him any tricks to keep in his sleeve. Why? Because it'll make everything more fun. He can turn those against her in the future, but so what? It'll make the entertainment more fun. This life of hers will be less dull if there are more competent actors.

Oh, this is going to be fun. She needs more capable pieces on this board.

"You have talent, Lyney. Your Father has such hopes for you," she lets go of his chin, finally taking the glass of wine. Her vision on her hip shines and the magician will see how the glass would become covered with a bit of frost. Chilling her own wine like this, showcasing precise control over her vision. A showcase of power, a showcase of control, a showcase of sharp fangs. Does he not want power? If not, what does he want? Protection of his siblings will require more power, more knowledge, more ambition. "Good job at taking my card now, by the way."

She winks and laughs, patting her now empty pocket.

"Open it and read it," she takes a swing of her glass, not caring about how the red liquid would roll down her chin and then on to her white shirt. It looks like blood in this lighting and her gleaming golden eyes and the scarlet lips don't make the view any less intimidating. As she wipe off the trail off her chin, Zarina chuckless. What he sees is a hedonist, a woman who cares for nothing but her own self-satisfaction. But she's sure he is aware this is another facade, another acting role with a mix of truth hiding in it. They are all in a theater play called life and it's always going to be a toxic drama with tragic twists. In life, villains might as well win unlike in happy fairytales. "Use that invitation to find me next time. Arlecchino left you here with me to ask all the questions that intrigue you. What do you desire? Tell me and I'll let you know how possible it is and how you can achieve it."

The more capable pieces there would be, the more fun the game will be. And the more humanity will succeed in moving forward, away from Archons and the old order.

[lgcmaylin]

your world is eternally complete.

i know you probably won't believe me, but i truly am sorry.

maylin has many faults in her approach to life. where she is bold comes the coldness that can follow without her truly realizing it. some would say this dancer is morally gray, neither purely good nor evil. others think she's some kind of robot with no true emotions, broken in the stillness of unwavering expressions. only deep, dark brown eyes staring and casting judgment onto others.

these words never really phased her, she's heard worse growing up.

but there was a friendship, one that she truly held closely to her, that made maylin realize that maybe all these assumptions were true. this so-called friendship had crashed and burned by her fingertips. there was nobody else to blame for her careless words and nonchalant actions. some can get tired of it, and maylin believed that's exactly what happened @lgcsehun. what once was a tender relationship has turned cold.

a simple apology could fix things, coming out and admitting that she went too far. are you really sorry or are you just pretending? is something she has thought countless times, and each time she's shaken that thought away. regardless, every time she saw sehun in the halls of lgc or occupying one of their usual spots, she had the nerve to turn around and go in the other direction. but not today.

"do you have time to chat for a second?" she called out to her old friend, hands deep in the pockets of her hoodie.

[leejiieuns]

It seemed like it would become a never-ending debate, where the best place was to get coffee in the district. The raven-haired girl seated by the window would insist it was ACOFFEE, and Cho Hajun was inclined to agree-- partly because he frequented the place with her, mostly because he knew to express dissent against Ah-In would warrant a death stare. But Cheon Jaeha, standing on the other side of the room, did not know this, and proclaimed another cafe to have the best coffee in the district. Hajun would never say it, but he secretly agreed with Jaeha, and he was glad he didn’t voice out his thoughts for he saw Ah-In’s head whip so fast so she could fix Jaeha her aforementioned death glare. Hajun tried to hide the ghost of a smile on his lips at his friend’s passion for being right. Just as he thought the debate would last for longer, one of the other guys in the room-- Kim Seungmin, standing in the middle of the living room-- was whipping out his phone and suggesting that perhaps they should just order a cup from each of their suggested cafes, and everyone can give a rating to settle the debate. Noises of agreement filled the room and, in true Seungmin fashion, he managed to placate the group with just a few words, and prevented what could have been a whole thing. Not that Hajun thought they would get hostile over a coffee debate, but with so many different personalities in one room, he could never be too sure.

He had just passed the phone to Euijin, opting to skip his turn because “I agree with Ah-In, ACOFFEE all the way,”, which earned him a grin of approval from his friend, when the door swung open, and he heard the shuffling of feet as they entered the living room. There was only one person who was missing from their group, and he, along with everyone else, turned his head to the door to see her enter. But his brows furrowed as he watched her pause by the entryway, and as someone else came inside, he understood: she was with another person. He vaguely heard someone ask her who she’d brought, because as soon as the newcomer’s face come to view, Hajun’s blood went ice cold. “What the fuck is he doing here?” he said, practically hissing.