#hila white

[bluupxels]

there goes my plans of giving her and Cas fur kids....

[hilacopter]

if you think jews are white people you are antisemitic and also your reasons for claiming not to be don't go far beyond "persecution bad and also i don't want to be branded with a bad label"

[homeworlddesign]

Han House – Monochromatic Creation in Black and White

Dan and Hila Israelevitz Architects used a mix of materials, with exposed concrete and white walls, both inside and outside the house

[thecanvasofmadness]

Cómo es que puede ser tan fuerte la palabra que, al toparse con otras, se emociona y se ensancha; e hila, con monumental frenesí, su palpitar con el de las demás, hasta formar un remolino de emociones que declaman los latidos de los corazones que, en la blanca hoja, se desangran.

How is it that a word can be so strong that, when it meets with others, it is moved and widens; and it threads, with monumental frenzy, its palpitation with that of the others, until it forms a whirlpool of emotions that declaim the beating of the hearts that, on the white sheet, bleed.

[ali-anne-undertale-stoof]

Chapter 6 is here, finally featuring a particularly conniving canine!

Second half

Chapter 6: Well, I'll Be Doggoned!

The woods were quiet today. No storms, no delinquents, no spontaneous snowman wars that almost end with a snow boulder crashing into town. It's a perfect place to take out a newspaper and start reading the funny pages.

At least, that's what Sans intended to do.

The young skeleton really enjoyed the quiet, calm atmosphere the woods provided. It's much better than the overwhelming stimuli of the town. He finds it odd, really. Snowdin is nowhere near as overwhelming as... his old home. But he still gets overstimulated anyway. Maybe it's him?

"we're spooky scary sending shivers down your spine..." Sans sang lowly to himself. He never liked to sing in front of others. Not without his brother, in any sense. But alone? It helps him keep his mind engaged, at least. So it won't wander off into some... dangerous territory.

"you best prepare for a hila-"

What was that?

Sans heard something. From the bushes.

And it's still rustling.

Sans knew he shouldn't go over to strange rustly bushes, but his curiosity was too overpowering for him to resist. Tentatively, he creeped towards the bush.

"uh, hello?" The small skeleton peeked inside, only to find two tiny glistening orbs staring at him back. Yup, that was to be expected. Still, Sans leaned in.

"hey, it's cool. i don't bite. unless, uh, you do?" He winked.

Stupid, stupid.

Slowly, but surely, the rustling started up again, only got a tiny white snout with a black nose to stick out.

Wait, that's a-!

"eep!" Before Sans could finish that thought, the creature leaped out of the bush and tackled him to the ground. A white, small, furry, friendly creature indeed!

"Yip! Yip!"

The reaction was instantaneous. Sans' pupils dilated, overwhelmed by the puppy cuteness.

"d'aww! what are you doin' in the woods, little guy? were you playing hide and seek? were you? were you, furry baby?" Sans knew he probably shouldn't pet random dogs you find in the woods, but he couldn't stop himself! It's a puppy! A silly fluffy puppy!

He checked the dog for a collar. None.

"aww, you all alone, little guy? that's unfortunate."

The dog decided it had taken a liking to Sans. It lies on his chest and relentlessly started licking the underside of his mandible.

"pfft-ehehehehehe! yohohou silly pup! nahahahat there! hehehehehehehehe!"

As he laughed from the puppy's ticklish tongue, Sans could only think of two things - how playful this pup is, and that he's definitely taking him home until someone else claims him. He can't in good conscience leave this pupper out all alone, without food and water. What kind of person would Sans be if he did that?

Using both of his hugging arms, Sans cradled the dog and hoisted him up the best he could. It had proven to be quite a task, due to Sans' lack of physical strength and the dog's relentless wiggling, but he managed.

"ooh, boy. you're a heavy little guy, aren't ya? i guess you're carryin' more than just fluff, huh?"

The puppy yipped and started licking the skeleton's chin once more, making him giggle.

"ahalright, alrihihight! sheesh. come on, puppers. you're not gonna survive out here for too long. let's go."

"Yip!"

And with that, Sans and his new best friend set out on a course for Snowdin Town.

"PHEW!"

Papyrus wiped off a bead of sweat from his forehead. Finally, after two hours of removing that DARNED relish stain from the carpet, the house was spotless.

"I SHOULD COMPLIMENT MYSELF ON A JOB WELL DONE!!!" The proud monster patted himself on the back by removing his arm and reaching around with it. "PAP PAT. WHAT NOW? HMM... WELL, I SUPPOSE I SHOULD CHECK MY SOCIAL MEDIAS! I'M ONLY 13 AWAY FROM A DOUBLE DIGIT FOLLOWER COUNT, AFTER ALL!! NYEH! NYEH HEH HEH!!!"

Papyrus spun on the spot and was prepared to march upstairs, when he heard the door unlock. Sounds like Sans is home! And he didn't forget his keys this time! Progress!

"incoming!"

"INCOMING? WHATEVER DO YOU- OH MY DOG!!!!!"

As soon as the door opened, a speedy little white blur rocketed around the living room. And what's worse? It was getting mud all over the freshly cleaned carpet!!! What a conundrum- No. NO, NOT THE SOFA! NOT THE STAIRS, NOT THE KITCHEN, NOT THE TABLE!! WHAT WAS IT EVEN DOING?!

Papyrus felt like crying. "SANS?!?!?!"

"whoops. i got it." With a snap of his fingers, Sans froze the blur in its tracks. Literally. It was surrounded by its own trail of destruction! How is Papyrus supposed to rectify this?! How is ANYONE supposed to rectify this!?!?

Papyrus' despair contorts into rage. Well, not exactly rage. More like an extreme frustration directed towards his brother. And Papyrus wasn't one to hide his emotions at all, so Sans definitely knew from his googly-eyed glare that he was definitely to blame for this.

"...so i found a stray-"

"AND YOU LET IT TRASH THE HOUSE. GREAT. GREAT!"

"sorry, bro."

"OH, YOU'RE SORRY? I JUST SPENT TWO HOURS REMOVING YOUR STAIN!!!! AND NOW... NOW!!!!"

Sans put his hands up in defence. "look, i'm sorry, okay? it j-just... the dog needed a place to stay, alright? it didn't have a collar, and it... it..."

"YOU JUST FOUND A STRAY AND DECIDED TO TAKE IT HOME? TYPICAL! CLASSIC SANS!"

"hey, no need to keep BARKING at me, alright? let's just calm down."

Papyrus suppressed a snicker. Gosh darn it, Sans. Darn Sans. And darn Sans again for catching onto his concealed amusement.

"hey, i heard that. come on. you can't stay mad at me for long, can ya?"

The mischievous prankster gazed at Papyrus with the most delighted smile ever. No matter what he said or did, Papyrus knew he couldn't stay mad at that face.

"OH, ALRIGHT! I'M WILLING TO OVERLOOK THIS INCIDENT, BUT YOU ARE HELPING ME CLEAN UP!!! AND WE ARE NOT KEEPING THIS ANIMAL!!!" Papyrus instructed, in a stern tone as he straightened his posture and pointed firmly at the obliviously cheerful whirlwind of chaos that is the dog.

The dog figured Papyrus' hand looked like a nice meal.

CHOMP!

"AAAAAHHHHHHH!!!!!!"

About a few minutes later, Papyrus could be seen giving the dog the hardest death glare he could direct towards a starving animal. The dog itself remained oblivious, happily chomping on the leftover roast chicken and lapping up the water Sans left out for it. Sans himself was wrapping Papyrus' poor hand in bandages. The dog clearly had just as much bite as it did bark.

That dog. That. Annoying. Dog.

He didn't know how or when, but Papyrus had decided that dog was going to be the bane of his existence, now and forevermore.

"okay. all set." The smaller twin had finally finished. Papyrus sat back to admire Sans' handiwork. It wasn't enough to make up for the ruined living room, and the bite, and the DOG, but he knew Sans' heart was in the right place. It always is.

"EXCELLENT WORK, BROTHER! THAT CANINE REALLY LIKES USING ITS CANINES ON ME."

Sans snorted and snickered, to which Papyrus smiled.

"yeah. who knew such a cutie wootie could do something like that, huh?"

Papyrus' smile momentarily dropped. He can't be serious, right?

"SANS, THAT CANINE IS A MENACE! YOU CAN'T BE SERIOUS!"

"but, bro! he's just a little guy, look at him!" Sans couldn't help but dissolve into a pile of mush while watching this pup eat. "he's just a little man. a little man dog."

"HOW DO YOU EVEN KNOW IT'S A MALE?!"

"just a hunch."

"ARGH!!!" Papyrus never did get Sans' adoration of animals. Especially animals that barge in and trash your house on a whim. With his affection for animals and bugs, Papyrus was confident that Sans could even find a CENTIPEDE cute in some way.

"hey, by the way, do you mind if i borrow your computer?"

Papyrus snapped out of his thoughts. "MY COMPUTER, WHY?"

"just wanted to make something, that's all."

"IT'S NOT A PRANK, IS IT?"

"no, no, it's not. eh, well, maybe..." He paused to think. Before Papyrus could chastise him, he held a hand up. "nah, i won't. i was just gonna create some flyers, y'know, some posters. i was thinking about what you said. we might as well see if somebody's lookin' for 'im."

"SANS, THAT'S... VERY NOBLE OF YOU."

"thanks, bro." After a couple of brotherly shoulder pats, the small skeletwin got up to start his poster duties. "say, do you mind taking care of the pupper for a bit?"

"NOT FUNNY, SANS."

"sorry, couldn't resist. the hook and line were there, i just had to bite it." A wink and a shrug. Perfect!

"ENOUGH!!!!"

"alright, alright." The little comedian chuckled, casually strolling towards the hungry dog. He pet it just behind the ears. "okay, boy. i'm just gonna go for a bit, alright? gonna find your true owner."

The puppy peered up at Sans with a goofy smile. It's like it's trying to mess with him, because not even a moment after Sans spoke, it stuck out its tongue.

Sans almost dissolved into a baby-talking puddle of cuteness overload right there. No! He must resist!

"hnnnnhhh- gosh, why'dya have to be so adorable?" He pet it again, a little more aggressively this time.

Meanwhile, Papyrus remained sitting on Sans' stepping stool, pouring. He could never understand Sans' love for animals, especially after it just BIT HIS HAND! What? No, he's not jealous!! He's just frustrated that Sans would dissolve into a puddle of goo over a dog after the mess it made!!! (Also, he wanted to be pet too.)

Soon enough, Sans left. Left Papyrus alone with the dog. Well, then. Time to confront it and show it who's boss!

Papyrus cleared his throat and stood up, his stance and voice full of authority.

"LISTEN HERE, DOG!!! I AM THE GREAT PAPYRUS, AND YOU'RE TAKING RESIDENCE IN MY HOUSE TEMPORARILY, AND THUS, WE HAVE TO SAY SOME GROUND RULES!!! RULE NUMBER ONE- HEY!!!"

The dog just tried to jump up at him! What did it want?! His scarf?! No, sir! Not today!

"GET OFF OF ME!!!" Papyrus tries gesturing for the dog to sit. "SIT!!! SIT!!! STOP THAT, YOU ANNOYING LITTLE-"

CHOMP! Well, there goes Papyrus' arm.

"AAAAAAAAAAAOOOOOOWWWWW!!!"

Of course it had to be now! Sans is coming downstairs! Luckily the bite wasn't as strong as the first, but it still hurt!

And Sans didn't even look...

"hey, bro, i'm gonna head out to see if i can print off the posters at the library. or should i say 'librarBY?'"

"THAT WAS AN ACCIDENT AND YOU KNOW IT SANS!!!" Papyrus huffed, trying to prevent the dog from biting him again.

"suuuurrrrre it was." Sans flashed Papyrus a smug grin. "you think you can handle the doggo?"

"NO!"

"attaboy."

One heavy jacket later, and Sans was out the door, but not before cooing over the pup one last time.

"bye, little puppers. be a good boy, alright?"

Click!

Great. Now Papyrus was all alone with the fluffball of chaos he called a dog. A dog. AKA, the bane of his existence, and a skeleton's natural enemy. Natural to Papyrus anyway.

"SIGH... FINE, THEN. DOG!!!"

The furry whirlwind of destruction tilted its head and whimpered. Nope. That trick wasn't going to fool Papyrus! He's above that!

"NO. YOU ARE GOING TO SIT AND STAY HERE WHILE I CLEAN UP YOUR MESS!!" On his own. Papyrus sighed, didn't Sans say he'll help?! At least he's working on something. All this dog was working on was being a hinderance in Papyrus' life.

At least the dog obeyed... For now.

"SIGH..."

[gerardwolfe]

היי אני גם לומד עברית, ואני גם מעוניין על מוזיקה ישראלית (בעברית)

עד בה אני אוהב משינה (mashina),

ברי סחרוף (berri sakharof),

הזאבות (haze’evot),

וסלס איי.די. (useless ID),

ג’יין בורדו (jean bordeaux) ,

המסך הלבן (the white screen),

הזבובים (hazvuvim) (יש להם רק אלבום אחד :( ) ,

הילא רוח (hila ruach),

ואת האלבום “מוקי ויוסלס איי.די “ (mooki and useless ID)

יש לי רשימת השמעה ב-spotify, אם את מעוניינה :)

ואם יש לך רשימת השמעה ,אשמח לקבל אותה!

שלום לכולם! אני לומדת עברית, ואני מאוד מעוניינת על מוזיקה ישראלית. אני אוהבת רוק, אבל אני רוצה לשמוע הרבה מוזיקה, לא רק רוק. אם יש לכם שירים שאתם אוהבים, בבקשה תגידו לי את השם של השיר!

תודה רבה (וסליחה על העברית שלי חחח)

[foxyou-too]

Hila Kaminer, OssoMateria, Jewel design, LTVs, Lancia TrendVisions

[bluupxels]

[hilacopter]

"they're taking away our free speech and silencing our peaceful protests on campus!" you stabbed a jewish student in the eye. you stabbed a jewish student in the eye. you stabbed a jewish student in the eye. you stabbed a jewish student in the eye. you stabbed a jewish student in the eye.

[marimoduck]

Just to add:

The mother and daughter in this clip are Sharon Avigdori, age 52, and Noam Avigdori, age 12, who were getting directing instructions: at 0:06, you can hear them being told "keep waving" (a slowed-down version).

As if everything else in the full video isn't ridiculously forced enough (especially with the girl at the beginning in the blue shirt, Hila Rotem-Shoshani, age 13, who went home without her mother despite what Hamas promised; in the interviews he gives, her uncle said that she keeps whispering when talked to ever since she returned because, in captivity, they were always told to speak quietly and she got too used of this habit) or the fact that the ICRC has not visited any of the hostages even once during the last 50+ days to be able to report their conditions.

And as for the question in the video above: maybe because they wanted to ensure the process would go as smoothly as possible and they'd return home safely?? Why would anyone not act all lovey-dovey with their kidnappers so long they are still within their territory, after they saw them killing Avshalom Haran: Sharon's brother and Noam's uncle, in front of their eyes?

Do you really think they were happy to stay in the tunnels while having to cook for themselves while receiving fewer and fewer ingredients as the days went by? I bet that the longest they had to interact with the Hamas terrorists was October 7th, the day they were forced out of their family's home (along with other of their family members that Sharon and Noam stayed at for the holiday) to spend a month and a half inside dark, dump tunnels.

But yeah, I'm sure they were so grateful for not being tortured by those fuckers so they could stay alive for longer, and for being chosen to not be brutally murdered like Avshalom. Of course they felt nothing of the sight of the burning houses around them, where families were dying inside, on their way from Kibbutz Be'eri to Gaza (while the house Noam and Sharon left was set on fire at some point as well). (x)

An example of the aftermath in Kibbutz Be'eri:

I'm so sure they totally understood Hamas' cruelty and appreciated not knowing when they ever be released, not to mention seeing again Sharon's partner and Noam's father, Hen Avigdor, as well as Sharon's son and Noam's brother, who weren't with them on October 7th. Yeah, they were definitely having just so much fun and felt so comfortable around them!

Only they don't, so don't you fucking adore Noam's smile while she didn't have the freedom to voice her real thoughts- and without being afraid of the impact a bad review might have on the release of the remaining member of her family who was left behind, at that: Tal Shoham.

All the affected family members: everyone marked in red or white was taken hostage (only Tal Shoam, the 38-year-old man in the centre, has yet to be released as of today), and those in black (which includes Paul Vincent Castelvi: a Filipino caregiver) were murdered.

May they never have to choose to fake a smile out of fear to suffer even further, like in this picture when they reunited with their family:

Bonus: At least Hamas wasn't careful enough to completely edit out those who tried to keep their cooperation to a minimum, like Adina Moshe, who was taken on her own after her husband, Said Moshe, was murdered in their home.

The little girl’s smile ❤️

[imeverywoman420]

Femcels- AOC, gigi hadid, alana bloom, vanessa from gossip girl, gislaine maxwell, abby shapiro, belle delphine, bella porch, dasha and anna, abigail hobbs, gabbie hannah

Beta women- hillary clinton, diane from family guy, megan markle, skyler white, madison beer, hila klein

girlbosses- kim wexler, clarice starling, buffalo bill, amelia earheart, amelie (the little french bitch), nancy hicks gribble, luanne platter, hrh collection, jodi arias

Queens, ascended: Francine from american dad, marianne williamson, mila tequila, trisha paytas, peggy hill, marie from breaking bad, aileen wuornos, lizzy borden

[nothingtowear05]

Dress: Milly Ellia Cady Dress ($325.00) | Sandals: Gianvito Rossi PORTOFINO 105 ($895.00) | Clutch: Olympia Le-Tan The History of Magic (830,00 €) | Necklace: Sidney Garber 18K White Gold Alessandra Necklace ($16,500.00) | Headband: Jennifer Behr Hila Headband ($298.00)

The dress got the most votes, so this is the item that will be used for this week’s Ravenclaw-themed outfit. Indeed, this week is/was all about Ravenclaw!

The books may say that the colours of Ravenclaw are blue and bronze, but I prefer the mix of blue and silver, like in the movie, hence why I paired this navy dress with those silver high-heeled sandals.

Next, we have the necklace, which is in the shape of a feather, a nod to the bird representing the house of wit and wisdom, as well as a headband with stars to represent the starry sky ceiling in the common room. Finally, I knew I had to go with a book clutch from Olympia Le-Tan for the house of bookworms, and what better than The History of Magic for the curious Ravenclaws?

Wit beyond measure is man's greatest treasure.

[sketch-cat]

I’m so happy to see him do magic, no matter the reason [image ID- A digital drawing of Oscar Wilde from Rusty Quill Gaming. He is a white man with long white hair floating behind him and is wearing a blue coat with brown fur lining. He has a golden glow surrounding him, and subtle glowing musical notes coming from the direction of his mouth. His expression is stern and angry. The background is of a blurry forest with thick trees and glowing blue plants. on the top and bottom are black bars, like a screenshot from a movie. on the right bottom is a signature saying "Hila Shats 2021"]

[hum-suffer]

3 am. The shit starts.

Cyrus is softly banging his head against the wall he was flung to while in a trance. He's possessed by the owner and has white eyes but 💀💀💀

"chalo khelte hai ek...khauf...ka...khel!!!" starts crawling on walls like he's Spiderman 😭😭

Kids, stay away from khauf ka khel. It's minor dni—

Raj is yelling and panicking ki chalo chalo Bhai nikalte hai yaar varna hum mar jayenge and this idiot Sunny is like hum thik hai usne Hume kuch nhi kiya!! We have to help Cyrus!

Ye saala possess ho ke hi manega

Sunny promised ki Cyrus ko bacha ke turant nikal jayenge, I'll get you two out of here since it was my whole idea, i promise

Ab sunny ke siva aur koi Zinda nhi bachega. Lagani hai shart?

They're seeing his HAND AND FEET prints on the ground. Har bhoot kya four legged hota hia??

The possessed Cyrus is now eating a raw cat. Khoon se Shakti milti hai usko

Sunny and Raj saying to Cyrus ki fight him, we know you're in there like it's gonna do anything to a bhoot in the body of a guy who's wearing a black baniyan

Cyrus behosh ho gaya hai aur there's burning spirits in the room and SUNNY IS STILL RECORDING

Agar itni shiddat mere mein hoti toh aaj main crorepati hoti

Aayi maa, uski fiancee ka bhoot aaya isse baat karne and she's urging him to leave ki meko mara tha Bhai teko bhi maar dega tu nikal re baba i beg of you. Cyrus is still possessed. Usko chhod aur bhaag.

Cyrus hila aur ladki ki aatma cheekhne lagi aur gaayab ho gayi

Live commentary of the movie I'm watching. (It's called 3 am and it's available on YouTube) (Rannvijay Singha is the main lead iykyk)

New tip: if you lose a bet against your bf, just don't give him the bet money and hug him instead—

[sosthemortalcoil]

BLM Donation Shorts: Ethereal Music

@thindol requested a Zaria fic for their BLM donation featuring Zaria’s powers. Not specified Gabriel x Zaria

You lounge across the couch—white, the only person you know who has white couches, another one of the underpinnings of her wealth—watching as Zaria sits down at her harp. She looks to you, studying your languid repose with a sharp eye.

Getting her to agree to this had been a trial. But you want to hear her, the actual her, not the human veneer she puts on. She’d warned you of the effects, and you’d accepted the risks. You’re not a mortal after all.

The first step isn’t entirely pleasant, a sort of dislocation of your energy within your shell. It’s not enough to slip outside of the fleshy protection of your skin, but it’s enough to let you passively access more of your Grace, enough to hopefully protect you from the mind-altering effects of her voice.

Long fingers dance across the thin wires, and at first you don’t hear anything, but you can feel it, resonating along the edges of your Grace. Closing your eyes, you lean into the sensation, and slowly the sound swells in your ears as you adjust your auditory receptors to hear the appropriate frequencies.

It takes a touch more of your power than you probably should be using, but surely the low-level power you’re giving off will go unnoticed. If it isn’t, well, you’ll have your evening interrupted by either an extremely irate guardian angel overseer, or some other uninvited guest.

Her strumming is loose, the sounds beautiful but not forming any sort of coherent piece. Opening your eyes, you can see the tight line of her mouth, the only sign of her nervousness. She’s good at closing herself down, at hiding her thoughts and feelings behind an impassive mask. Society has taught her to hide herself away, to be practiced, perfect in every interaction. More-so because a single lapse, a moment of anger could easily have major repercussions. Sauti ya hila weren’t a populous race, and few resided in this plane, but there’s a reason humans fear sirens.

“You won’t hurt me.”

Her eyes flash to yours, wide with surprise that she can hear you. You’d pitched your voice to the same range as the harp string, startling her.

“Suggestion is… a powerful tool. We are meant to… prey on those who hear us.” She’d told you about how she’d fought with her mother to spend time on earth, to live and work here. How her mother had considered it perfect for honing her hunting practices.

How she’d muzzled herself, how she’d swallowed her words as much as possible. Stay quiet, work hard. But she spoke in other ways, with her body, with the way she dressed, with the written word.

“Oh, am I your prey now? Kinky.”

She snorts, one side of her mouth twitching up in an unbidden smile. It’s not as good as her full-blown smile where the white of her teeth flashes against her dark skin, her whole face lighting up with joy, but it’s a start.

This time when she caresses music from her harp, the sound has purpose, sliding into a soft, deep lullaby. After a few stanzas she begins to sing, an ethereal, haunting sounds that bypasses every safeguard you’d put in place. The sound builds, swells within your chest and though the lyrics are nothing you understand, no tongue spoken by the native inhabitants of earth, you know what the words say.

Your eyes fall obediently closed as her power washes over you. You can’t fight it; there’s nothing tangible to push back against. Who doesn’t want to close their eyes for a bit? Let your worries drift away to be replaced with the echoing chords. You find yourself humming along, impossibly, to this song you’ve never heard before, a smile curving your lips.

The urge to tell her how exquisite her playing is passes, replaced by a knowledge that it’s better to sit quietly lest you disrupt a single note of this masterpiece. That would be a trespass not easily forgiven, since she’s deigned to give you a personal recital.

Somewhere in the deep, infinite recesses of your soul something stirs, a warning, a discordant cry that clashes horribly with the peaceful waves of sound washing over you. But like an undertow, before you can surface you’re pulled deeper, drowning in the song.

A hand shakes your shoulder and you stir, brow furrowed as you stare up into a pair of anxious violet eyes. Amethyst, some might say, but not the cloudy version you see most often. No, this is like the deep purple of a geode cracked open, pried from the depths of the earth but glowing within.

Her hand points at you and then her thumb moves in a circle, and though you’re fluent by this point it still takes a moment to process her question.

“Yeah,” you croak while nodding, your voice dry like you’ve been out for hours. In fact, you feel like you’ve rested for days, though you have no recollection of falling asleep. Her shoulders sag and her eyes close, the tension bleeding from her features and leaving them slack.

Reaching for her, you cup her cheek, waiting until her eyes open again. Love you, you mouth, refusing to let go of her face and your other arm too weak with lingering drowsiness to move.

She sighs, shaking her head.

“That was a dangerous request,” she signs, her eyes narrowing to convey her displeasure.

“I’m fine,” you repeat, sitting upright and signing back.

Her lips purse and you know she disagrees with that statement. It’s why she wears contacts more often than not. It’s why she hates to speak unless absolutely necessary.

“You are no monster.” Not human, certainly not, but neither are you. And she doesn’t hunt humans. When she uses her powers, sparingly, begrudgingly, only when all other avenues have been exhausted, it’s for the greater good.

She has a human heart, you think.

And, while it might be the lingering effects of her voice—it’s interesting to note how easily she affected you, and you wonder if it’s because of your relationship, since Sauti ya hila usually appear as exquisite specimens of humans, the better to lure them in and then devour them—but of all the ways you’ve contemplated your own ending, dying to nourish her isn’t such a terrible fate.

“I know. But power is a temptation, and I prefer to avoid unnecessary temptations,” she signs back, her motions subdued, small and tight. “Let’s not do it again.”

“I had a good nap though,” you reply cheekily as you coax her into sitting on the couch beside you. “And I like listening to you be yourself.”

She shakes her head, folding her long limbs onto the couch like a tulip closing its petals at night as the light fades. “That isn’t me.”

“But it is part of you, Zaria. And I don’t want you to feel like you ever have to hide any part of you from me.”

She leans forward, pressing her forehead to yours, pushing until you’re once again flat out on the couch, Zaria hovering over you.

“You are so sappy,” she signs, and then leans down, letting her lips spell her love out against her skin, her hands finding new chords to play, evoking fresh notes from your lips.