❝ the subtle difference between fucking and fucking you over ❞ → [ CLOSED ]
Who: prevaricatress, takemysword and turncloak
When: 20th, evening
Where: Residential streets of Anatole
Format: Action.
What: Lia and Mina owe each other dates that appear as if they will turn into nothing but nasty.
Warnings: Language, snow violence, suggestive material~
[ There had been a very, very thin strain of duty and obligation that had bent Minatsuki Takami to fulfilling the requirements of the date auction. Since their last encounter, she had been much less than willing to spend any time around the blond female whom she had - for lack of a better word - gone off on. Truth be told, something about Lia had irked the deadman since possibly the first time they had spoken. That vein attempt at compassion; the empathy... ]
[ It was just that shallow version of do-gooder-charm that pissed her off. ]
[ But yet here she was. Here they both were. ]
[ Somehow - by some possibly godly means, or skilled conditioning born from years of anger suppression - the two of them had made it through a tense dinner. The brunette had been unable to resist several cruel japes, usually pertaining to the sexual relationship she suspected between her and a certain blond angel that they both knew. In her own mind, at least, the cruelty was sweetened by the fact that she had never fucked Raphael... A small comfort, eh? ]
[ But bullying aside, it had still been a wearing evening, and when the subject of returning to Lia's place for drinks was broached ( jesus did this bitch not quit ), Mina had just nodded, rolled her eyes and followed the older woman as she lead the way. ]
[ Snow still covered the sidewalks, crunching when she stepped in spots yet walked by other people. It was chilly, and as cold breezes swirled down the street and caused goosebumps to erupt across her skin, Minatsuki felt her anger freeze; not...completely. But enough to surpress it for a time; to melt it down, almost, into something level and contemptuous and plotting... ]
[ All the I'm sorry from earlier in the week seemed to heighten the cold thrill of scanning the ground to her right... to her left... and back and back again until she spotted a large snow drift just several paces ahead of them. Legs quickened for a moment until she practically stood next to Lia. She pursed her lips, and, just in case the woman looked over, opened and closed her mouth a time or too, just to make it look as if she were searching for proper words to say, when really, the younger girl was just looking for the perfect moment -]
[ when one foot was off the ground, when they were a bit before the drift, when her shoulders were relaxed... there was a necessity for perfection in a case like this. ]
[ - shove her. ]
Whoops~
When: 20th, evening
Where: Residential streets of Anatole
Format: Action.
What: Lia and Mina owe each other dates that appear as if they will turn into nothing but nasty.
Warnings: Language, snow violence, suggestive material~
[ There had been a very, very thin strain of duty and obligation that had bent Minatsuki Takami to fulfilling the requirements of the date auction. Since their last encounter, she had been much less than willing to spend any time around the blond female whom she had - for lack of a better word - gone off on. Truth be told, something about Lia had irked the deadman since possibly the first time they had spoken. That vein attempt at compassion; the empathy... ]
[ It was just that shallow version of do-gooder-charm that pissed her off. ]
[ But yet here she was. Here they both were. ]
[ Somehow - by some possibly godly means, or skilled conditioning born from years of anger suppression - the two of them had made it through a tense dinner. The brunette had been unable to resist several cruel japes, usually pertaining to the sexual relationship she suspected between her and a certain blond angel that they both knew. In her own mind, at least, the cruelty was sweetened by the fact that she had never fucked Raphael... A small comfort, eh? ]
[ But bullying aside, it had still been a wearing evening, and when the subject of returning to Lia's place for drinks was broached ( jesus did this bitch not quit ), Mina had just nodded, rolled her eyes and followed the older woman as she lead the way. ]
[ Snow still covered the sidewalks, crunching when she stepped in spots yet walked by other people. It was chilly, and as cold breezes swirled down the street and caused goosebumps to erupt across her skin, Minatsuki felt her anger freeze; not...completely. But enough to surpress it for a time; to melt it down, almost, into something level and contemptuous and plotting... ]
[ All the I'm sorry from earlier in the week seemed to heighten the cold thrill of scanning the ground to her right... to her left... and back and back again until she spotted a large snow drift just several paces ahead of them. Legs quickened for a moment until she practically stood next to Lia. She pursed her lips, and, just in case the woman looked over, opened and closed her mouth a time or too, just to make it look as if she were searching for proper words to say, when really, the younger girl was just looking for the perfect moment -]
[ when one foot was off the ground, when they were a bit before the drift, when her shoulders were relaxed... there was a necessity for perfection in a case like this. ]
[ - shove her. ]
Whoops~