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“Loki?”
Frantic eyes swung to meet mine.
“You’re our friend. Our family. You don’t have to impress us. You don’t have to prove you’re worthy. We think you’re grand even without the gifts you could get for us.”
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“I know I don’t look like much.”
My statement pulled his gaze back in my direction.
“But I can hold my own in a fight. I can at least buy you some time to get away if anyone comes looking for you.”
His eyebrows pulled together in that familiar expression of confusion.
I smiled reassuringly. “Any of those ole handlers of yours come looking I’ll give em hell you hear? Give em a beating for treating you so badly I will.”
He looked me over again, gaze lingering on my prosthetic this time. I stood up after a minute to collect cookies for us.
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“Do you want to try saying it?” I asked gently.
Narrowed eyes lowered to his bouncing leg. His palm pressed harder into it to still the motion. Once it was only a minor bouncing of his heel in the air he shook his head.
“Is alright. Perfectly fine,” I reassured. “Maybe I can guess it. Can you gesture for me what you want to say?”
He took a deep measured breath. Glanced at me warily. I smiled encouragingly. A few minutes went by in silence. Then, slowly, he patted his arms.
“Arms.”
He nodded. Glanced warily at me again before making a sweeping gesture that ended in a loose self-hug.
“Arms… thrashing? No. Too smooth of a movement. I’ll get it.”
He took another measured breath. Turned more toward me on the couch. Repeated the sweeping motion with an added emphasis on grabbing air before pulling his arms back into a loose self-hug.
“Hugging. Hugging air? Hugging… Oh! Your arms are empty! They feel empty at night?”
He ducked his head. Pulled his legs up on the couch to tuck under him. The look he gave me once his blanket was carefully repositioned said it all.
“It’s not stupid James. Lots of people like to snuggle at night. Maybe you’re a snuggler and you didn’t know it,” I suggested.
His expression soured further.
“My arms have that empty feeling at night.”
Widening eyes. Slightly parted lips.
I giggled.
“Is true. I can’t stand sleeping without something in my arms.”
He licked his lips. Pulled a shallow breath in through his mouth like he might say something. No words came. Instead a hand darted out from under the blanket for the flashcards.
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Buckytober Day 5: Torture
“Does Hydra have plans for Maeve O’Shea?”
“You are to be the new fist of Hydra.”
“What?”
It felt like a punch to the gut.
“Were you in correspondence with agents of Hydra while living with Maeve O’Shea?”
Hydra. He’s asking about Hydra. He knows about- He wants to know if Hydra-
“Is Maeve O’Shea a target of Hydra? I need an answer Sergeant Barnes.”
“I have a mission for you Soldat.”
“Bucky? Bucky breathe!”
I sucked in a breath at the command. Didn’t even feel the guilt that always followed for the slip.
They can’t have her. They can’t have Maeve. I have to fix this somehow. What if this place is Hydra? Agent Jones knows about Hydra. What if-
“Steven is my cousin. You can trust him while I’m in surgery Jamie. He won’t let anything bad happen to you.”
I scrambled out of my chair before I could think it through. Steven stumbled back as I pleaded. I dropped to my knees when his back hit the mirror and I clutched at him like a lifeline.
“Please don’t let them send me back! Please Steven! If this is Hydra, then you have to get Maeve out of here!” I pleaded.
I hid my tears against his stomach. Tried to choke back a sob.
“They can’t- can’t have her. They- They can’t have her,” I stuttered. “She’s too good. She’s too good Steven. They’ll break her!”
He still wasn’t saying anything.
Why aren’t you saying anything?!
“If this is Hydra then just shoot me and get Maeve out of here!” I shouted, clinging harder despite the order from Agent Jones to let go. “Just shoot me! I can’t do it anymore! I don’t want to kill for them anymore Steven!”
Say something! Say you’ll save her! Save her damn it!
“Please don’t let them take me Steven. Please. I don’t want to forget again. I don’t want to kill anymore,” I pleaded brokenly with fresh tears. “I don’t want them to hurt her. Please… Please just… You have to save Maeve. They can’t- They can’t have her.”
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Buckytober Day 6: Poison
“How do you sleep?” I asked, suddenly desperate for the answer.
Her chuckle was half yawn. Her hand rubbed between my shoulder blades comfortingly.
“As well as I can I suppose,” she answered.
I hugged her tighter for a moment. Enjoyed the solid feeling beneath my hand. Closed my eyes and blinked away the horrors again.
“How can you stand it?”
Her hands on my back stalled. She turned to look at me in the half dark.
“You’re no burden to me. Don’t you ever think that.”
Wrong.
Not correct. That isn’t-
“How can you stand to close your eyes?” I asked.
Her eyes widened. “What?”
I sat up. Pulled away enough to look her over. Lightly gripped her shoulder to keep myself tethered to reality.
“I see them whenever I close my eyes. I can’t- I can’t make it stop. Every time I- They’re there and they want to- Or I’m hurting someone else and- I-I-”
I grit my teeth against a sudden sob tearing through my throat. Her arms back around me brought it out anyway. I clung to her as fresh tears poured down my cheeks.
“They keep- They keep hurting me Maeve!” I cried out, burying my face in her hair. “They keep hurting me and-and-and then I- I hurt other people. I couldn’t- I wanted to stop but I couldn’t!”
꧁Hijo de La Luna Príncipe꧂
Author's note: This little story here is also on Ao3, My account is Benari_Rose there. It's inspired by Haggard's (or Mecano's) song Hijo de La Luna. I would appreciate it so much if you leave comments on here or there. Thank you ( ˘ ³˘)♥
Tw: Just a little bit of violence, there's no blood included in this so don't worry. But usage of knife is mentioned.
𝕬 𝖋𝖔𝖔𝖑 𝖜𝖍𝖔 𝖉𝖔𝖊𝖘 𝖓𝖔𝖙 𝖚𝖓𝖉𝖊𝖗𝖙𝖘𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖆 𝖑𝖊𝖌𝖊𝖓𝖉
𝕿𝖊𝖑𝖑𝖘 𝖙𝖍𝖆𝖙 𝖆 𝕲𝖞𝖕𝖘𝖞 𝖂𝖔𝖒𝖆𝖓 𝖕𝖑𝖊𝖆𝖉𝖊𝖉 𝖙𝖔 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝕲𝖗𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖂𝖎𝖟𝖆𝖗𝖉 𝕸𝖔𝖔𝖓 𝕻𝖗𝖎𝖓𝖈𝖊...
The woman standing in front of him was crying silently. Yet her sobs echoed through the halls of Prince Cygnus' castle. He slowly raised his hand to take a peek at the woman by lifting the veil covering his face.
𝕾𝖍𝖊 𝖜𝖆𝖘 𝖈𝖗𝖞𝖎𝖓𝖌, 𝖆𝖘𝖐𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖜𝖍𝖊𝖓 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖘𝖆𝖞 𝖈𝖆𝖒𝖊, 𝖙𝖔 𝖒𝖆𝖗𝖗𝖞 𝖆 𝖒𝖆𝖓 𝖘𝖍𝖊 𝖑𝖔𝖛𝖊𝖉 𝖔𝖍 𝖘𝖔 𝖒𝖚𝖈𝖍
He smiled, masking his confusion. Why wouldn't she wish this from the Venus Prince Ambrose? His task was to tie two lovers together, to bless their relationship and family with his spells. So why would she ask this to himself instead of his brother? He didn't know but the woman in front of him was in pain, in need of love, in need of validation.
So he parted his lips and said:
"𝖄𝖔𝖚 𝖜𝖎𝖑𝖑 𝖍𝖆𝖛𝖊 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖒𝖆𝖓 𝖞𝖔𝖚 𝖑𝖔𝖛𝖊. 𝕭𝖚𝖙..."
He paused. He didn't know what to ask in return. Then an idea came up to him. He had always wanted to be a parent, to bring an heir to his kingdom. But his infertility never allowed him. He loved children of his kingdom like they were his own. Their laughter, joy, innocence and goofy little chats eased his stress and forget all his problems while spending time with them.
Men who didn't deserve to be a parent became fathers while he couldn't. It felt unfair to him. Yet he didn't make any noise about it. But now he didn't need to biologically have a kid to be a parent. So he adjusted his posture in his throne and...
𝕱𝖗𝖔𝖒 𝖆𝖇𝖔𝖛𝖊, 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖕𝖗𝖎𝖓𝖈𝖊 𝖘𝖕𝖔𝖐𝖊:
"𝕴𝖓 𝖗𝖊𝖙𝖚𝖗𝖓, 𝕴 𝖜𝖆𝖓𝖙 𝖞𝖔𝖚 𝖙𝖔 𝖌𝖎𝖛𝖊 𝖒𝖊 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖋𝖎𝖗𝖘𝖙 𝖈𝖍𝖎𝖑𝖉 𝖞𝖔𝖚 𝖍𝖆𝖛𝖊 𝖋𝖗𝖔𝖒 𝖍𝖎𝖒. 𝕬𝖑𝖆𝖘, 𝖎𝖋 𝖞𝖔𝖚 𝖎𝖒𝖒𝖔𝖑𝖆𝖙𝖊 𝖞𝖔𝖚𝖗 𝖘𝖔𝖓, 𝖎𝖓 𝖔𝖗𝖉𝖊𝖗 𝖙𝖔 𝖓𝖔𝖙 𝖇𝖊 𝖆𝖑𝖔𝖓𝖊, 𝖞𝖔𝖚 𝖜𝖔𝖚𝖑𝖉 𝖑𝖔𝖛𝖊 𝖎𝖙 𝖑𝖎𝖙𝖙𝖑𝖊"
It was kind of cruel of Cygnus wanting this in return. He knew a mother's sorrow of losing their firstborn pretty well. But his desperation put pressure on hus conscience. In which, he will regret sooner or later.
The woman raised her head and swiped her bangs from her forehead as she blinked. That's when he felt his chest ache. It felt like his ribcage had turned on him and started suffocating his lungs and heart. He didn't see her face at first due to his veil, but now it was crystal clear that she was beautiful. Her skin was smooth and a vibrant brown. Long and curly eyelashes which matched her dark curly hair. A slender figure with chubby curves which were adorned and garnished with accessories and jewels.
He was always told not to judge a book by it's cover, which he agreed to this mindset with his heart and mind. But for some reason he was mesmerized by a lady who was a foreigner to magic.
Her breath hitched as she tried to speak. "I-is there n-no oth-other way?.." she asked in a very quiet voice that even Cygnus could barely hear. He winced silently, he was already regretting his decision, but there was no turning back now.
"I'm afraid yes fair mortal lady... Casting a love spell is not something I practiced with my magic. So casting it would require something important in return." He said as he lowered his gaze to the ground. The woman thought for a moment. Her eyes fixed on the prince, she spoke "Will you take good care of my baby, your Highness? If I ever get parted from my child, I'd want it to be in good hands..."
Cygnus nodded. "Yes, indeed. I promise your child will be taken good care of. You can rest assured." A sigh of relief left the woman's lips and she clasped her hands together. "Thank you, your highness. It hurts me so but if what you're saying is true, then I accept." And with that, Cygnus rose from his throne and descended from the staircase which lead to his pedestal like crown.
"Well, then..." He said as he gently placed his palm on her head, magic glowing from under his hand with a gorgeous blue hue. He was close to her enough that his shining silvery locks brushed her shoulder. Which she couldn't help but gaze up in awe. After the glow faded, he pulled his hand back. "Now then, our deal is sealed. You can go now, I'll come to check up on you from time to time. But before you go, can I learn what your name is miss?"
"Nataliya. And thank you again, your highness. It will never be enough no matter how much I thank you."
"No, I thank you for your sacrifice, Nataliya... Now go." He said as he turned his back, flowing his cape with the wind he made.
Nataliya rose up from her knees and guided out of the castle by the guardians. Cygnus watched her as she left. Feeling the sense of growing guilt like he did something wrong.
𝕸𝖔𝖔𝖓 𝖞𝖔𝖚 𝖜𝖆𝖓𝖙 𝖙𝖔 𝖇𝖊 𝖆 𝖋𝖆𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖗
𝖄𝖊𝖙, 𝖞𝖔𝖚 𝖈𝖆𝖓'𝖙 𝖋𝖎𝖓𝖉 𝖆 𝖑𝖔𝖛𝖊 𝖙𝖍𝖆𝖙 𝖜𝖎𝖑𝖑 𝖒𝖆𝖐𝖊 𝖞𝖔𝖚 𝖆 𝖒𝖆𝖓
𝕿𝖊𝖑𝖑 𝖒𝖊 𝕾𝖎𝖑𝖛𝖊𝖗𝖞 𝕸𝖔𝖔𝖓
𝖂𝖍𝖆𝖙 𝖉𝖔 𝖞𝖔𝖚 𝖎𝖓𝖙𝖊𝖓𝖉 𝖙𝖔 𝖉𝖔 𝖜𝖎𝖙𝖍 𝖆 𝖒𝖔𝖗𝖙𝖆𝖑 𝖈𝖍𝖎𝖑𝖉?
𝕬𝖍𝖍-𝖆𝖍-𝖆𝖍-𝖆𝖍-𝖆𝖍𝖍-𝖆𝖍-𝖆𝖍-𝖆𝖍𝖍...
𝕾𝖔𝖓 𝖔𝖋 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝕸𝖔𝖔𝖓 𝕻𝖗𝖎𝖓𝖈𝖊
Months passed since Nataliya had made a deal with Cygnus. Just like he promised, she was able to gain the affection of the man she loved. Soon after, they got married and got tied to eachother at the wedding night. Cygnus watched them afar, observing their joy and laughter. He couldn't help but feel jealous from the deepest pits of his heart. That man was loving her only because of his spell. That man... He had no ounce of mercy, kindness or humbleness. He was full of hatred, vengeance and anger.
After a while, he learned that Nataliya was eight months pregnant and close to giving birth soon. He smiled at the information and chose to visit her more often. Sometimes he draws invisible protection signs on her house's door. Sometimes he controls them from afar while reading a book. One month later, she gave birth to a beautiful son. But there was an issue...
𝕱𝖗𝖔𝖒 𝖆 𝖈𝖎𝖓𝖓𝖆𝖒𝖔𝖓 𝖋𝖆𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖗, 𝖆 𝖈𝖍𝖎𝖑𝖉 𝖜𝖆𝖘 𝖇𝖔𝖗𝖓
𝖂𝖍𝖎𝖙𝖊 𝖆𝖘 𝖆𝖓 𝖊𝖗𝖒𝖎𝖓𝖊'𝖘 𝖇𝖆𝖈𝖐
𝖂𝖎𝖙𝖍 𝖌𝖗𝖆𝖞 𝖊𝖞𝖊𝖘, 𝖎𝖓𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖆𝖉 𝖔𝖋 𝖔𝖑𝖎𝖛𝖊
𝕬𝖓 𝖆𝖑𝖇𝖎𝖓𝖔 𝖒𝖔𝖔𝖓 𝖈𝖍𝖎𝖑𝖉...
"𝕯𝖆𝖒𝖓 𝖍𝖎𝖘 𝖎𝖒𝖆𝖌𝖊! 𝕿𝖍𝖎𝖘 𝖘𝖔𝖓 𝖇𝖊𝖑𝖔𝖓𝖌𝖘 𝖙𝖔 𝖆 𝖈𝖑𝖔𝖜𝖓 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝕴 𝖜𝖔𝖓'𝖙 𝖐𝖊𝖊𝖕 𝖖𝖚𝖎𝖊𝖙 𝖆𝖇𝖔𝖚𝖙 𝖎𝖙."
Nataliya was shocked against her husband's shameful assumption, let alone behavior. She never had cheated, nor seen another man. Sure, it was kind of surprising how her son was white as snow but this might be Prince Cygnus' magic's appearance. She needs to explain this to her husband before he misunderstands further.
Unfortunately, it was too late. People around them started to question and gossip. One of them being gross slanders as it was about a pale skinned man (who was Cygnus) visiting Nataliya's house when her husband wasn't there. It was partly true since Cygnus did visit her but not in the way people had assumed
Days and days passed by and and her husband's hidden wrath started to be increasingly evident. Everytime Nataliya tried to explain what happened, the words of people lurked around and got worse each time. It went as far as people gossiped about Nataliya being a promiscuous woman while calling her husband a cuck for letting this happen
Until one day, he couldn't take it anymore. It didn't matter if she was telling the truth and the baby was his. She 'dirtied' his name and put him in 'shame'
𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝖒𝖆𝖓 𝖇𝖊𝖑𝖎𝖊𝖛𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖍𝖎𝖒𝖘𝖊𝖑𝖋 𝖉𝖎𝖘𝖍𝖔𝖓𝖔𝖗𝖊𝖉
𝕳𝖊 𝖜𝖊𝖓𝖙 𝖙𝖔 𝖍𝖎𝖘 𝖜𝖎𝖋𝖊, 𝖜𝖎𝖙𝖍 𝖆 𝖐𝖓𝖎𝖋𝖊 𝖎𝖓 𝖍𝖆𝖓𝖉:
"𝖂𝖍𝖔𝖘𝖊 𝖘𝖔𝖓 𝖎𝖘 𝖍𝖊? 𝖄𝖔𝖚'𝖛𝖊 𝖉𝖊𝖋𝖎𝖓𝖎𝖙𝖊𝖑𝖞 𝖉𝖊𝖈𝖎𝖊𝖛𝖊𝖉 𝖒𝖊."
𝕬𝖓𝖉 𝖍𝖊 𝖜𝖔𝖚𝖓𝖉 𝖍𝖊𝖗 𝖆𝖑𝖒𝖔𝖘𝖙 𝖙𝖔 𝖉𝖊𝖆𝖙𝖍
𝕭𝖚𝖙 𝖙𝖍𝖆𝖓𝖐𝖋𝖚𝖑𝖑𝖞 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝕸𝖔𝖔𝖓 𝕻𝖗𝖎𝖓𝖈𝖊 𝖜𝖆𝖘 𝖔𝖇𝖘𝖊𝖗𝖛𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖋𝖗𝖔𝖒 𝖆𝖇𝖔𝖛𝖊
𝖂𝖍𝖊𝖓 𝖍𝖊 𝖍𝖊𝖆𝖗𝖉 𝖆 𝖘𝖈𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖒 𝖍𝖊 𝖘𝖙𝖗𝖚𝖈𝖐 𝖉𝖔𝖜𝖓
Almost in a second, the man hit a wall with his back as he was pushed by an undeniably powerful force. The man grunted in pain as he tried to collect his senses. As his blurry vision cleared, his blood drained from his face immediately. The Moon Prince, one of the ten royal siblings of the kingdom, was frowning down on him
"Relentless..." He muttered out. "I tied you two together because she loved you. And as in return, I wanted her firstborn which she had from YOU!" He said the last word loudly, which echoed and ringed in the man's ears.
The baby was really his. He tilted his head downwards in shame as he realized his terrible crime. "You did not marry her only because you loved her, but because you trusted her. How dare you believe such foul slanders about herself when she denies them? How dare you hurt her for something she didn't even commit?" Cygnus didn't want the man to flee so he knocked him out by casting a sleep spell. He then turned to Nataliya who was wounded on her stomach. Cygnus kneeled next to her as he tended her wounds with his healing.
"I should've known better..." He began his sentence with a hint of sorrow in his voice. "I'm deeply sorry for my foolish mistake. Not every relationships born from love form fruits of peace. You may still love him, but he tried to kill you. So going back to him would earn you nothing but harm." Nataliya slowly turned her head to him and watched his magic cure her wounds.
"I won't go back to him. He didn't believe me when I was telling the truth. He can burn in hell for all I care. I really thought he loved me, but the only thing he cared about was his name..." She said as her brows furrowed. Betrayal, was the thing she felt. "But, why?" She asked to Cygnus.
"Hm?' he hummed back in return, so Nataliya continued. "Why didn't your spell work, your highness? Is it because he was the wrong man?"
"No... The spell did work. But it wasn't strong enough to pacify his anger or hatred. Even the strongest love spells can't clear the heart of evil." He answered her question calmly. "But, there's also a question I'd like to ask: Why did you come to me to make your wish instead of my brother Ambrose? He's the wizard of love and beauty after all."
Nataliya forced herself to sit up, grunting as her newly closed wounds stretched. Cygnus held her back to steady herself while telling her to be careful.
"I actually did..." She said as she exhaled. "When I proposed my wish to him, he gladly accepted at first. But when he got to know my... 'husband', he told me he can't. He didn't tell me why, he just dismissed me by saying 'I don't feel any connection between you two. I'm so sorry to tell you this but for my spell to work, your strings should at least be close to eachother. So I can tie them up.' I didn't understand at first. Wondered why he couldn't just make our strings get close. I was blinded by love so much that I didn't see that he was protecting me subtly. So I went to you..."
"Which resulted in this." Cygnus said as he completed her sentence. Then a sound of a baby crying was heard from the back. Nataliya rose up from the ground slowly and went back into her home. She took her baby son into her arms and caressed his head gently.
"Sshh... It's ok, mama's not hurt. Everything's ok..." She whispered into his ear. Then she got out of her home to see Cygnus sitting and watching the stars above. "Your highness?" Cygnus turned his head to Nataliya. "Yes?" He answered as he stood up. "I know, my marriage didn't last like I wanted, but..."
Her eyes teared up as she patted her now calmed down son's back. Cygnus immediately understood what she was trying to say and raised his hand to stop her.
"No. I've made my decision. No mother deserves to lose their child. Especially right after they lost their loved one. I'm sorry, I was desperate to be a parent at the time. It was a cruel mistake. Your son will stay with you. Please, do take care Miss Nataliya..."
He said as he turned his back. Nataliya gasped and hold the Prince's arm. "Wait!" She blurted out without thinking. "I uhh... I still believe you deserve to be by his side, your highness. He... Carries your image. He is the one who awakened me to realize the man I married isn't the one I loved, and you're the one who saved me from him. If there's a man who deserves to be a father the most, it's you."
Cynus' eyes sparkled as he looked at Nataliya. He was too stunned that he forgot how to speak. As he looked over to the baby then Nataliya, his cheeks grew a pinkish hue. Cygnus smiled as he took the little boy in his arms and watched as the little boy's eyes wander around to focus on him. He then started giggling and clapping his hands clumsily. Reaching over to Cygnus' face as the little boy laughed in joy. Cygnus' smile grew wider and kissed the little boy's forehead.
"Does he have a name?" He asked, looking over to Nataliya. "Crescent" she answered. "I named him Crescent. The one which grows to be a full moon, like you." She smiled as she watched her son playing and pulling the Prince's hair. "How beautiful. Welcome to Earth, Crescent. Auntie Lunafreya (Cygnus' twin sister, the Earth Princess) will love you... Ow! Slow down there buddy, that's my hair!" He said as he winced in slight pain, but laughed anyway.
He turned his figure to Nataliya fully. "Nataliya. I want you to come with me to my castle. That way I can take care and check on you two more easily. But, if you want yo stay here, I won't say no to that. The choice is yours." He said with a bright look on his face. Nataliya blinked in surprise.
"I... That was a little sudden, your highness I-"
"Call me Cygnus"
"What?"
"You don't have to speak to me formally. You can speak with me comfortably, Nataliya." Cygnus said as his breathing got faster. He wasn't going to force her, no. But he really wanted to spend more time with her. To get to know her better.
"I-I accept your offer my Pr- I mean Cygnus..." She said as she got shy all of a sudden. It looked cute to Cygnus, honestly. He smiled warmly and walked towards her side while Baby Crescent was in his arms. "Let us go then." He said and with his hand movements, a blue circle formed on air and opened a portal to their new 'home'...
𝕬𝖓𝖉 𝖔𝖓 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖓𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙𝖘 𝖜𝖍𝖊𝖓 𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖗𝖊 𝖎𝖘 𝖆 𝖋𝖚𝖑𝖑 𝖒𝖔𝖔𝖓
𝕿𝖍𝖊𝖓 𝖎𝖙'𝖘 𝖇𝖊𝖈𝖆𝖚𝖘𝖊 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖈𝖍𝖎𝖑𝖉 𝖎𝖘 𝖘𝖑𝖊𝖊𝖕𝖎𝖓𝖌
𝕬𝖓𝖉 𝖎𝖋 𝖍𝖊 𝖜𝖊𝖊𝖕𝖘, 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖒𝖔𝖔𝖓 𝖜𝖎𝖑𝖑 𝖜𝖆𝖓𝖊 𝖙𝖔 𝖒𝖆𝖐𝖊 𝖆 𝖈𝖗𝖆𝖉𝖑𝖊
𝕬𝖓𝖉 𝖎𝖋 𝖍𝖊 𝖜𝖊𝖊𝖕𝖘, 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖒𝖔𝖔𝖓 𝖜𝖎𝖑𝖑 𝖜𝖆𝖓𝖊 𝖙𝖔 𝖒𝖆𝖐𝖊 𝖆 𝖈𝖗𝖆𝖉𝖑𝖊...
-𝐸𝑛𝑑 <3
TW: Sibling death
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Sable ignored the tugging on her arm. She ignored the muffled, staticy voice telling her they have to go. It didn't matter. Nothing mattered except the shell laying in front of her.
The empty husk of the one she once held close. The bare, expressionless face and the lightless eyes that once held a vibrant gold glow. The small line of oil dripping from the frameless casing's mouth that had stained the dusky purple paint.
Her twin. Her dear, sweet twin. The one who knew her best. The only one Sable had called her packmate since coming online. Her beloved twin, her other half, was caught by a Husker.
The voice speaking to her became clearer as the shock wore off. So did Sable's grief.
"Sable, we have to go!" Lyra continued to tug on Sable's arm, trying to get her away from the shell of their packmate.
Sable stared at Maura's husk for a few more moments before wrenching her arm out of Lyra's grasp.
"No..." the lone twin muttered. "We're not leaving."
"I know you don't want to leave her, but it's not safe here," Lyra tried to reason. "I know you love her, but sitting here waiting for a Husker to find us isn't going to bring her back."
"...I can't leave her..." Sable once again muttered more to herself than to her last living packmate.
Lyra drew back from Sable. She just said I. She just said I.
"Sable..?" The red, imp-like android places a clawed hand on Sable's shoulder.
"We were one." The dusky-colored drone sits down on her knees in front of her identical husk. "And now we are none."
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Wip of a story I might write at some point. For background, Sable and Maura were twin androids who had interlinked code, causing them to say things like "our favorite color" or "we're tired" instead of my or I.
*Sounds of taping a mic*
Greetings, mon ami!
Now, Who wants to hear my headcanons of Koki!?
....crick....
Yeah, me too. Let´s start anyways!
Koki used to be a light heavyweight lifter, and when she´s carring heavy things she acts like shes practicing for a competition.
THIS WOMAN IS THE SASS ITSELF. ALL HAIL THE SASSY QUEEN.
She worked as a mechanic in her family´s garage until Chris proposed her to become a member of the Tortuga.
She was Jimmy´s neighbor back when she lived in Manhattan, but then her family moved to the south, and they lost contact.
It was a nice surprise when they saw eachother when they were applying to work in the Wild Kratts project.
Koki dosen´t use her last name anywere because she hates it (Maybe it sounds dumb or something?).
Tbh, it´s a miracle she didn´t quit. This girl was about to die MANY times.
But she´s happier here than in any of her other awfull jobs.
She can´t handle sour or spicy food.
She´s actually feral when nedeed to, and wont hesitate to punch.
Her grandpa taught her everything she knows about using tools. Thats why sometimes she may be using them in a very wrong, dangerous, and old timey way.
When Koki was looking at the curriculum to be a part of the crew, she realized that they might face poachers and unnfriendly fellas, so she learned to use a riffle to hunt them down just in case. Turns out there was a strict "No killing policy" (gee Martin, ok...), and she had to leave the riffle.
Her favourite dish is lobster. Just. Plain lobster.
She had a ton of part time jobs, such as garbage collector, light heavyweight lifter, delivery girl, clown for children parties, model for art students, Donita´s assistant before Dabio, her family´s garage mechanic, Tortuga´s mechanic... Wait what-
Yeah... She hates Donita with her guts, and not only because she´s an awfull boss and even worse designer, but allso because she had to do her dirty work (collecting her "materials", that she freed the moment Donita wasn´t looking, delivering her designs to her shady clients, etc) . Of course, she quited after not even a month.
But hey! She got to meet Martin and Chris!
She comes from a hardworking family, and I mean VERY hardworking. They would always be by her side when she needed it, but she had to work and put tears and sweat in her objetives, not a single peny lended.
That made her very resilient and responsible, but also a bit untrusting of others capacities and lonely.
She got better tho:)
Still needs to develop a culinary taste.
Martin´s - Chris´ - Aviva´s