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[ragingsands]

> what kind of touch do you possess?

sensual touch

you are classy, glamourous, and eye-catching. the way you carry yourself leaves others speechless and wanting to know more. you take pride in your appearance and pay extra attention to details. you're probably very in tune with your emotions and body. you know what makes you feel good and you make it known. also, your love language is definitely physical touch. youre a hot bitch, damn.

( tagged by @cxnvicts & @tundraecho! )

[ragingsands]

When her own lover fell onto her knees, that was when the Stargazer knew that she needed her the most. Not the scalding Stargazer, but the gentle Anarkia. 

She had rushed over upon noticing all that had fallen - the bodies, the sacrifices. Anarkia had fallen and tripped as she raced her heart to Zoya, and although she herself would have much to say, her words were caught in her heart, and though one would often exhibit a rush, Anarkia was restrained. Her tongue actually held back the bite she often had on the ready when Zoya spoke. 

Unlike most times when she would try to repeat the same words she always said, she offered solace instead. Her hands reached forward to Zoya, hovering over her head and pulling her to her chest. Even if she snarled, even if she growled, she was still very much someone with a heart. 

“And leave you here to mourn your choices alone? A rather unwise scenario, I believe.”

With her eyes closed, Anarkia was free from the shackles of her own sight. The same could be said for everybody else - those who were sentenced to the way it bared even the most obscured souls.

“Be as you are to me. Bare your soul unto this embrace. I will not perceive it, for your dignity. I will keep my eyes closed, until you are ready to face me and your choices, Zoya.”

[ snarl ]   your muse snarling / growling at mine.

VIOLENT MUSE REACTION PROMPTS.

All the rage she felt... All the blood she spilled... It was all there, on the ground for everyone to see. A grotesque pile of flesh and blood washed away by the rain is all that remained from members of the Legion, lost to Mania.

She did that plenty of times already but it still left a bitter taste in her mouth, whether she led people to their deaths or killed them with her own hands. It always felt awful... But Zoya didn't have any other choice. She didn't have anyone to help her. They were killing each other, right in front of her. She had to stop them by any means necessary...

It suddenly felt so tiring to put on a brave face, to try and ignore all the noise in her head. She wanted to scream too. Maybe crying would be fine. Nobody would notice tears under the rain, right...?

Until a familiar silhouette presented itself to the gang leader. Her bottled-up frustration burst out without warning. It was such a stress-inducing sight, Zoya felt torn between shame and rage as she fell to her knees, powerlessly facing this macabre spectacle.

When her eyes focused on that silhouette approaching, the mere sight of her white hood made her heart rate speed up in no time. What in the world was she doing here...? Of all the ones that could come, why did it have to be her...

❝ ...What are you doing here? Go back. There's nothing for you to see. ❞ the white-haired brawler warned coldly.

She didn't even want to hear her voice. She was wary of what she could say. Zoya wasn't going to give her the opportunity to talk.

❝ Yes, I did all this. Yes, I have blood on my hands again. Yes, you told me it was going to end like this... But what was I supposed to do, huh? Was I just supposed to look away and let them massacre each other? I had to try... And don't you start lecturing me now, Anarkia.

I KNOW MY PRESENCE DIDN'T CHANGE ANYTHING IN THE END. I DON'T WANT TO HEAR IT FROM YOU.

...So just... Leave me alone for a bit. ❞

[forbidding-souda]

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[ragingsands]

“it doesn’t have to mean anything.” ーZOYA.

Ah, much like she expected the king of everything to say.

They were ragged and breathless. The Stargazer had thrown herself into the throes of passion for the person who had her desires - sweet like cherry, intoxicating like perfume - in her vice grip. She was not in a position to regret anything then, not when she said it did not have to mean anything.

But what if, to the diviner, that it did mean something?

One thing at all?

But not all things in this world were made mutual. In pairs, perhaps. But mutual, and exclusivity - such things were luxury.

Her legs which had wrapped themselves around the legion leader's waist, immediately supported her upwards so she could look into Zoya's eyes. Their gaze often met, but often, the silver-haired woman would avoid the windows to her soul be unraveled like threads.

Of course, she would not. That was why they were both so incompatible.

But the raging desire to hold her accountable for their lips touching, and the daring, subtle lick in between - almost overcame her before she pulled back anyway.

If anyone were to practise restraint, it would be Anarkia. Because Zoya always had her way.

"Very well. It does not have to mean anything."

Though she said so, her index finger traced against Zoya's middle, the bare skin that she shows. Lightly so that she would shiver against her touch, lightly so she knew what words weighed.

Their lips were only inches away, and her mauve-tinted lips were a mess. But the smirk on her face showed nothing but confidence that her dancing partner for that night would relent.

The same hand that traced her stomach would then raise, linger just a moment underneath her breast, before brushing against the firm mound and lastly, to wrap around her neck.

"Nothing, then."

[ragingsands]

❝ did you just wake up with the urge to be a pain in my ass? ❞

Knuckles whitened, and lips bitten.

It was always like this with the fiery soul called Zoya. While Stargazer was akin to that of air, she knew that she was also just as rooted in her own ideals, much like Zoya would always be, when it came to her goals.

"Did you wake up wanting me to be your pain?"

A retort and nothing less, but her tone remained calm, seductive, with hints of excitement that she could add fuel to the fire that she had started.

"It is time to realise that you cannot simply lead everyone towards your ideal world. There will always be, at least another path."

[ragingsands]

It was natural for anyone to disagree - especially with her. There was a saying native to her tongue, setting the one path for men - that they will not attain all of their heart's desires.

Coming close would always remain possible, yet a sacrifice somehow would have to be made for the balance of the world. Yet with the way the world had become, such balance was no longer as perfect as it should have been.

"What you deserve? I dare say it might be what you need."

But neither of them, knowing just what their future held felt lonely, nor sadness, nor sympathy for the other. Not because they were strangers, but because they were more akin than perhaps the boy would admit.

When he finally seated himself, she immediately set the vehicle to motion, forecasting the movement of the sand and avoiding the slits like she were gliding.

"You were lucky you encountered the best tour agent. Or you'd be lost in the upcoming sandstorm," she spoke casually, her eyes set on the road ahead, without any hint nor path to follow - yet she knew her directions, even if most would be blinded by the sun of the desert.

"But I must applaud you - you do not fear the sands. They do not fear you either."

"You call it a gift...?" A brow was raised at her and the card she had drawn. It could not be more clear that they were not on the same page now. Was she insane or stupid? Quickly, he bit the thought down, hot tempered as it was. No, it was likely that this power meant something different to her in her life, with a future less damning than his own. That's easy enough for him to accept, having had a similar belief in regards to it before. But now, he knew better. "It's a long story, and there are parts I don't get either, even with all that I see. I don't know where I am, or really where I was. Just that I can't go back home anymore, and it's what I deserve." His tone held no tone of self pity or a ploy for sympathy, but rather a finality, that it was as far as he was willing to go on the subject for now. Just because he had made contact with someone, even a pretty someone else, that didn't mean he was ready to bare all his secrets to them, reserved and guarded as he was. He eyed the vehicle she rode with suspicion (it looked even more advanced than the technology from Marley), but slowly moved onto it, moving hands to hold onto her sides, as though riding passenger on a horse. All the while, he couldn't shake the feeling that he was being toyed with, that she was in full control of the situation and all he could do was play along. There was no reading this strange woman, but if nothing else, he wasn't powerless, despite appearing unarmed to the naked eye. If she thought so, she was in for a rude awakening. "I don't see that happening." There were no friends left for him to find. He made sure of that. "Might as well go anyway, try to figure out what's going on with this place and maybe figure out why I'm even here."

[ragingsands]

> what form of love do you embody?

love as light

[ love as a luminous force—warm, radiant, and golden ] when mary oliver wrote "light of the world hold me” and when charles bukowski said “I look at her and light goes all through me” and when david viscott said “to love and be loved is to feel the sun from both sides”and when e. e. cummings said “lovers alone wear sunlight”

tagging: @usurpingtitan, @tundraecho, @shackld & anybody else really <3

[ragingsands]

A light tap on your shoulder. You turn around to see Hecate staring at you with wide eyes one single exposed eye, sketchbook held open, pen poised as though to take notes. If you don’t shoo her away, she’ll take that as permission, clearing her throat softly.

“I’m doing a research,” she tells you. “What do you think happiness is?”

It was the girl with the silent disposition, yet Stargazer knew behind the single visible eye there was an inquisitive soul. Sensitive to the matters of the heart, yet aloof in the ways she handled things. It was such a curious juxtaposition between her comprehension and expression.

A smile tugged at the corners of her lips at the question, raising a golden claw to her chin in thought.

"A rather curious question. Yet I cannot help but question it as well."

Right there and then, Stargazer was content. But happiness?

"'tis only something someone who has known joy to answer. I genuinely wonder if it is the kind of feeling I have been pursuing all my life... with the idea that somebody special would accept me, or the feeling of family and belonging."

Her blue eyes darted across all directions, as if to recall any memories of such, but indirectly, it was also to avoid the penetrating, questioning gaze of the girl's.

"Perhaps I do not know the answer, for I have not quite felt it. I do not know the weight of loneliness even in isolation, and I do not know the meaning of joy. Feelings... are double-edged swords."

[ragingsands]

The orrery, which has something akin to a crystal ball floats above her golden-clawed hand, glowing light blue. Whether or not it is inviting or menacing, it is up to you - the one who stands before her, to decide.

“Do you wish to learn of your fate?”

The sultry voice called out to the heart that stands confused before it all. The sultry voice that obscures all danger that it knows, because it has seen the truth beyond the veil of life.

“—Come, and let us determine your next move together.”

[ragingsands]

continued from here

Her words had all been about the story of the merchant and the thief, but he evidently did not pay attention. Regardless, they were here for the sheer need for company, and that was it.

The Stargazer was here to gauge what exactly she could earn by sharing with him stories that were native to Shurima. But a part of her was starting to see the cracks of his personality show - that he was putting up a tough front, for a gentle son to show beneath. Perhaps it was due for the need of his position, that he wore such a mask.

Still, it was a a mask she did not care for.

Her sharp blue eyes tailed his movements as he proposed his idea. Handsome, toned, and experienced. But a mother's child nonetheless.

"A drink? What might you hope to gain from my company over a drink, little boy?"

Her smile was evidently condescending as the words slipped past her lips. He could be useful, she could use the brawn for survival in foreign lands, and his network could prove to help her find the rare artifact she was looking for.

"Is it because the one bottle of Noxian wine is too strong for you to drink alone?"

At that point, she was just teasing.

[ragingsands]

[ dry ]  your muse drying mine off with a towel after a shower , bath , swimming , etc .  ( pretend i send this from @furiaei )

Some days she has allocated for herself, but some days, it was for her friends, or her beloved. That day, it was for Mya.

No one has shown much of a love for her tales when she began weaving her tales for the listener, and perhaps that was why she enjoyed the company of the red head. Although her appearance was very much an adult, there was a heart within that chose to maintain its childish curiosity - a wonder that most others would have been disillusioned to.

Anarkia was one such person.

Why was likely why Mya's delight in hearing her stories gravitated her. While most looked at her with scorn, Mya in all her earnest character would look forward to such a treatment, like it gave her the comfort of luxury.

Relishing in that joy, she decided to treat her friend to a hair wash. It was the first time that anyone would have seen her gold claw accessories no longer decorate her digits, but instead nails as red as rose, darkened also by her skin.

"Much like we use the tint of al-hana' to decorate our fingers and hands with patterns, some also use them for colouring the whites of their hair," Anarkia spoke, as her fingers pressed against her friend's temples while washing her red hair. "It is a great alternative to longer staining dyes, and typically more skin-friendly."

"Now, sit up, my dear."

With swift fingers, she wrapped the white towel around her beautiful hair to dry later, but tucked it in so that it would be out of her way for the moment.

Anarkia then expertly pressed into the lady's shoulders, using her knuckles to press into the bridge between the collar bone to the shoulder and backwards into the blades. When she completed her regimen, she leaned forward to whisper, "I will now be drying your hair."

For someone who knew the difficulties of the desert, she treasured the luxury of self-care. Although beauty was not her priority when traveling in the sands, she knew her way around when it came to maintenance if just to be presentable. Her fingers pressed against the towel that wrapped around the scarlet strands, rubbing each and every section with care until she pulled the towel away.

"How are you feeling now?"

[ragingsands]

@tanjodos ◆◆ GENESIS OF FINAL FANTASY VII

A woman like her had long forgotten what morality was. 

She turned a blind eye to the works of Shinra. While most of her colleagues truly believed in the corporation's mission, she had long seen the true vision, and long understood what it meant to be knowledgeable. It was not as though she was granted with the special knowledge, no, but that she had a foresight sharper than most sheep of the world. 

But there was one thing that held her to the ground: responsibility. 

Every other time, this one 1st class SOLDIER would come beaten. As someone who had passively taken part in the experimentation on other soldiers, she knew exactly the reason why things could easily go wrong, yet with Genesis, at least, it was not supposed to. 

At least, she once dared hope for it not to. 

While the truth almost hung low regardless of what she did, with this man in front of her, in her solitary treatment room - the weight of that knowledge bore heavily upon her shoulders. She wondered if he knew, she wondered if there was a reason for her to tell him. 

Her blue eyes scanned the tan skin, rippled with toned muscles - almost given, considering his constitution and strength as a soldier. There was an eerie bump on his back, as though a growth had formed under his skin, but she dared to touch, only ever so gently, through gloved fingers. 

"Does it hurt when I touch you there?"

[ragingsands]

[ guide ]  your muse putting a hand on mine’s back to lead them . ( from demon 👀 )

If she had to ask herself, she would have never considered having to interact with the most taciturn man she'd ever met. Not that she would have been more open to interacting with reserved women, no, but that her encounters with men were often met with judgment, or even criticism on their part. Such was the life in the WhiteSands, but she was more content with being alone anyway, and never quite considered it much of an issue in her life. 

That said, meeting with Demon, the man whose life was dedicated to protecting the people but somehow backfired - was the proof that people were often greedy, and their lips were wet with the words of condemnation, far from gratitude. The moment her eyes caught the gaze of his, she knew then that his core was filled with rage, but not from the lack of gratitude, but that he had something to protect, and he failed to do so. 

The details were lost on her, but he was akin to The Hanged Man. 

Hanging at the cost of everything else for knowledge, such was the fate of one, singular man. 

Before her, he was kneeling and hurt. Perhaps it was a dispatch gone wrong, and although she hated the people of the city, she offered him a hand regardless. 

"I fended them off with my stars. For now, let's get you to safety. You've been holding on to that shield long enough, and your wounds are not getting better." 

Silent, but understanding, he relented to her touch, as the woman supported him lightly, her hand holding his back to make sure that his weight was not lost on either of them. 

"Take it easy, we'll make it back safely."

[ragingsands]

' come! ' warm voice beckons towards stargazer, patting a seat next to her side, ' i've been thoroughly immersed with you and your stories. ' mya was no tea expert, truth be told, but she had to adapt to the possibilities of the moment. ' i've made tea. tell me: what would you ask in return for another story? would a kiss suffice? and i don't want you to be modest! don't hold back. if it's in my power to offer it, you can ask for anything. '

When the redhead called for her, she knew then what she was expected to do. Not that she was against it, no, more that she was enthused to know that somebody was more than willing to hear her stories, and not consider her mad. The people of the tribes, the nomads and the settlers of the WhiteSands all but had their collections of tales to share, and the Stargazer was familiar with many and their variations. For this, she almost danced to sit right next to Mya, and her blue eyes looked at the cup of black tea that sat before her. 

This was a warmth she hadn't known for a while. The gleeful respect for company that she had long forgotten. 

Her hand reached forward to Mya's face, brushing against her cheek carefully with the golden claws. Far be it from her to intentionally scar such a beautiful, youthful face, so she rubbed her palm against the cool cheek, smiling as she watched for any change in her expression. "A kiss you say...?" 

This was not courage, no - but want. 

The Stargazer lowered herself gently as to place a firm peck upon Mya's forehead, and then lightly brush her lips against her nose before pulling back. 

"Remember that, and know that it is what you must do in return."

A sly smile accompanied her lips as she then returned to her seat, her fingers wrapping around the cup of tea and she inhaled, thinking of the tale. "There was a time when there was a man, a king. He was ridden with anger, when he found that one woman was unfaithful to her husband.

We would not judge lives, nor would we understand why she did so, but the king was ridden with anger and killed her. It was not before long that he decided to eliminate all of the women in his kingdom, virgin after virgin, under the pretense of marriage. Because of this deep-seated anger, he would kill them before they could even consummate their wedding. Imagine being a woman of that time, thinking you were lucky to marry the king, only to find that your life was cut short... not knowing why, but judged upon the act of one, singular woman. 

Eventually his wazir, a high-ranking politician, could no longer find virgins for his king. After all, they were all eliminated in cold blood after they were wed to him. However, his daughter offered herself. He pondered to himself 'does my daughter not know the fate of these virgins?', and perhaps she did know. Or perhaps she did not. But he agreed. Lo and behold, he sent off his daughter to wed the king. 

On the night of the marriage, the wazir's daughter began telling the king a tale so beautifully, weaving her charm into her speech that the king was curious to know how the story would end. She would not end her stories in a single night, and instead piqued the king's curiosity so that he would let her live for another day, before she would complete the tale. And after one ended, she would weave another tale again, and he would postpone her execution. 

—All of this, my dear Mya, lasted for one thousand and one nights.

What do you think happened at the end of it, Mya?"

[ragingsands]

zaps her and runs-

With her claws entangled in EMP's braid, she has managed to catch the girl right before she could run a whole distance.

If her menacing tone spoke nothing of the threat behind her eyes, then her smile would be the deliverance.

"Oh? And you think you could simply run after that?"

[ragingsands]

“ don’t pretend to be a saint. we both know you’re not. ” ( from iron 💗 )

"While my divining eyes see farther than others, far be it from me to admit purity nor saintliness, dearest doctor."

Although her smile remained apparent on her lips, she was blowing into the face of the pale yet lovely doctor. They were two people of different natures - the Stargazer in her cold, whimsical ideas, and Iron in her compassionate logic.

As such, friction played such a large part in their interactions.

"If it is arrogance in good deeds you seek, you will not find it here. My heart is shackled by my anger towards the greed of men. You will not find goodness, nor blind innocence here."

And she would sacrifice a life, if it meant proving her point.