Bonus Round 2: Non-English Words

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Bonus Round 2: Non-English Words

Bonus Round 2: Non-English Words

There's a certain je ne sais quoi...

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Equius/Dirk

Nostalgie de la boue, French, "yearning for the mud": attraction to what is unworthy, crude, or degrading.

Major Tags: None
Additional Tags: dom/sub overtones
Word Count: 583

timaeusTestified [TT] began trolling centaursTesticle [CT]

TT: So, tell me if I’m being too pushy here.
TT: But as fun as sloppy interspecies makeouts have been, I sometimes get the feeling you’re looking for something more.
CT: D --> I
CT: D --> Er
CT: D --> I have been having an e%quisite time with you
TT: Okay now, that’s not strictly an answer to the question I asked.
CT: D --> I w001d not presume to tell you what to do
TT: Hmm.
TT: See, that’s the kind of thing that makes me wonder.
CT: D --> What
CT: D --> Why
CT: D --> Has my behavior been una%ceptable
TT: Bro, I have been having a genuinely good time, whether this is all you want or not.
TT: But this business, with refusing to take charge and the extreme need to please, it just makes me wonder.
TT: I suppose being straightforward is easiest.
TT: Have you ever heard of bdsm?
TT: I’m guessing that’s pretty much a human thing, but I don’t know if there’s a troll equivalent.
CT: D --> I am unfamiliar with the term
TT: Okay, let’s try this from a conceptual angle instead.
TT: Tell me what you want from me, without any of this bullshit like ‘I want whatever you want’ or anything like that.
CT: D --> I c00ld not
TT: I’m ordering you to tell me
CT: D --> Oh
CT: D --> Uh
TT: I’m not going to be mad at anything you say; I’m just genuinely curious.
CT: D --> I
CT: D --> I feel quite content when you give me such orders
CT: D --> To obey is
CT: D --> A thrill
TT: That’s a start. How would you feel about ordering me around in return?
CT: D --> To be quite frank
CT: D --> Er
CT: D --> It is more pleasing to give you an order and see it disregarded
TT: So if you were to order me to kneel, and I was to say fuck no and tell YOU to kneel instead?
CT: D --> Oh
CT: D --> Oh my
TT: Sounds like a good response to me
TT: Does that extend to other orders too? What if, say, I was to tell you that you’re my footstool for the night while I chatted with my friends online?
TT: Or what if I was to order you not to speak until you EARNED to right to talk again?
CT: D --> I think
CT: D --> I need a towel
TT: You can get a towel when I tell you to get one.
CT: D --> Dirk
TT: Ask me for it.
CT: D --> Dirk
CT: D --> Please
TT: Go for it, bro.
CT: D --> Actually
CT: D --> At this point
CT: D --> One towel may not be sufficient
TT: Tell you what, I’m in a generous mood. You can get as many towels as you want.
CT: D --> Thank you
TT: And that’s something you like?
CT: D --> ….
TT: Give me an answer.
CT: D --> Yes
CT: D --> Very much so
TT: So, I think we might have some shared interests, here.
TT: Are you free tonight?
TT: Because I’ve got some literature to show you.

(no subject)

zaluzianskya - 2014-06-02 01:45 (UTC) - Expand

Re: FILL: Team Ancestors, T

doxian - 2014-06-02 12:06 (UTC) - Expand

Re: FILL: Team Ancestors, T

chromatic_coma - 2014-06-02 22:31 (UTC) - Expand

Dirk♠Dirk

sprezzatura (italian): studied carelessness; a certain nonchalance, so as to conceal all art and make whatever one does or says appear to be without effort and almost without any thought about it

Eridan <3< Vriska

Schadenfreude, German: an enjoyment derived from someone else's misfortune.

Major Tags: Bullying, Emotional Abuse
word Count: 534

Vriska loved watching Eridan in pain. Physical was nice, but there was a limit to the satisfaction she got from hurting him. No. What she enjoyed most was the delicious shattering of Eridan’s emotions as she watched him dance around his unrequited flushed feelings for his moirail. It didn’t even require her to do anything. The sucker fish just got himself hooked all on his own.

The pitchest Vriska had ever felt for Eridan had always been when he grew angry for Feferi’s sake. If Vriska brought up their delicate relationship or how ironically air-headed the water heiress was his eyes would burn in a way that actually made her feel some fear.

Then they would battle. His ferocity was always great in those moments but his anger made him sloppy. He would be flustered, sometimes not even able to pull his harpoon out in time before Vriska cast her dice. The matches were always easily finished. She would be sitting, perched on the railing of her ship, watching him flounder around, trying to find some scrap of wood to stay afloat on. The whole scene was ridiculous considering that he was a seadweller and could breathe underwater.

One day, a new idea struck Vriska as she observed Eridan thrashing around below her. “Hey, Eridan, why don’t you ever bring Peixes to our little play dates?”

Eridan flipped his sopping hair out of his face as he glared daggers at her. She felt a shudder go up her spine. “She’s not the type to like this sort of thing. She’s a nice girl, unlike you. She’d hate to be involved in our fighting.”

Vriska crossed her legs and pouted, resting her chin on a tightly curled fist. “Are you saying Peixes is too good to play with me?

Eridan did something that Vriska had never seen him do before in her presence. He smiled. “She’s too good to be in the same vicinity as you, let alone play with you,” His smile shrunk as he continued, “She’s too good for me too.”

A sadistic simper crept its way across Vriska’s face. “That’s right! She is too good for you. You’ll probably always be stuck as her moirail. No matter how pitiful you are she’d never pity you enough to feel flushed for you,” She laughed haughtily, “She’ll never be yours.”

A beam of light whizzed by Vriska’s head. Surprised, she peered down at Eridan. His face was twisted in pain and turmoil, holding his harpoon so that she was his target.

“You almost hit me.” Vriska stated as she felt Eridan’s frustration wash over her like an exhilarating wave.

“I intended to.” His voice was serious and threatening.

“You are the most misfortunate creature I’ve ever met. You can count today as your only lucky day because I’m going to let you live just so that I can watch you die on the inside over and over every other day for the rest of your miserable life.” Vriska turned away and walked to her steering wheel. She raised the anchor and moved the boat so that it would leave Eridan drenched in its wake. It felt good to leave him drowning in his misery.

FILL: TEAM KARKAT<3TEREZI, T

anonymouscomrade - 2014-06-14 01:53 (UTC) - Expand

Damara/Rufioh

Bakku-shan Japanese, a girl who appears pretty from behind, but not from the front.

I call this one.

FILL: TEAM JOHN<3<TAVROS, G

mtjester - 2014-06-04 21:55 (UTC) - Expand

FILL: TEAM PALEPITCH, T

failure_artist - 2014-06-05 16:38 (UTC) - Expand

FILL: TEAM DAVE<3TEREZI, G

watateas - 2014-06-09 23:51 (UTC) - Expand

Re: FILL: TEAM DAVE<3TEREZI, G

seiryunohoushi - 2014-06-11 02:25 (UTC) - Expand

Re: FILL: TEAM DAVE<3TEREZI, G

watateas - 2014-06-11 18:08 (UTC) - Expand

FILL:fucki t i keep fucking up jsut take i dont give a

jeedies - 2014-06-13 03:29 (UTC) - Expand

Cronus/Eridan

Memento mori, Latin: the belief that one's actions should be prompted by the fact that, eventually, they will die.

Edited 2014-06-02 00:17 (UTC)

Major tags: Amporacest, so incest kind of?, gratuitous douchebaggery, swearing, sexual mentions
Word count: 463

One day, this is all going to end.

No one wants to admit it to themselves. Everyone keeps telling you it will all probably work out and both live and dead trolls are going to make it out of this mess alive, but you know better. In between Lord English potentially finding you and Vriska forcing all of you to your ultimate demise, there's no chance in hell you're going to make it out of this mess, dead or alive (which who fucking knows the subtleties of life and death and why they both seem so similar), leaving your entire existence as one big tragic joke.

But it's alright. Unlike all of your hopeless, pathetic friends, you've come to terms with the futility of your existence and every meaningless thing you ever thought you would accomplish.

But you'll be damned if your existence ends without ever having lost your virginity.

"Vwhat you thinking about, chief?"

The way he butchers his v's and w's is absolutely awful. You heard the infamous Dualscar had a strange way of talking when it came to those consonants, but somehow you always thought it was smoother and more refined. If you had known the wavy patterned accent you had spent so long trying to emulate was really just some awful "speech impediment" as he calls it (which you're sure he just says that to win some pity points), you would have never wasted your time. Hell, if you had known anything about the actual Dualscar (Beforus edition or no), you would have stowed away your gun and pranced around with Feferi, preaching, "What's so fin-ny a-boat peace, love, and understanding?"

You would have done a lot of things differently if you had just known. But fuck it, it's too late for that bullshit now.

"Come on, babe," he coos, and you literally cannot stop yourself from groaning in disgust at the way he puckers his lips at you as he says it. "Don't just accept my date all svweet-like then not talk to me."

That ridiculous wand in his mouth he pretends is a "cigarit" or whatever the fuck he calls it just makes the whole thing that much more ridiculous. You honestly cannot believe you have stooped this low in terms of romance.

But you're as much of a sinner as sinners get. Really, what right do you have to complain? And after all, with so little time left, you should be grateful to be receiving any sort of scrap of pleasure the universe conspires to give you.

It's for that reason that you flutter your eyes and say as sweetly as possible (sure to drop your accent), "Memento mori, darling," knowing full well he'd have no idea what you're talking about.

Edited 2014-06-02 20:49 (UTC)

Dave♠Karkat

Espirit d'escalier (French): Thinking of the perfect comeback, much too late.

Edited 2014-06-02 00:09 (UTC)

i wish this wasnt my ship
i would be all over this

FILL: TEAM KISMESISSITUDE, G

maria_j_harper - 2014-06-02 17:25 (UTC) - Expand

Re: FILL: TEAM KISMESISSITUDE, G

missbelarus - 2014-06-02 19:20 (UTC) - Expand

Re: FILL: TEAM KISMESISSITUDE, G

maria_j_harper - 2014-06-02 20:18 (UTC) - Expand

Caliborn<3Dirk

L’ésprit d’escalier -- the moment you think of a perfect comeback too late. Translates to "Staircase wit."

MAJOR CONTENT TAGS: NONE

Omg I'm SORRY THIS ISN'T TOO GOOD, I'm still learning, but this prompt is great!
They've been flirting hARD using loads of sappy one-liners and Dirk managed to one-up him till now, except it's TOO LATE

FILL: TEAM ARADIA<3SOLLUX, T

fish_princess - 2014-06-14 19:17 (UTC) - Expand

Gamzee♦Karkat

Meshuggeneh, Yiddish, crazy, broken, messed up, something that is so broken one does not even know where to begin with fixing it.

Major Tags: Parental abuse (neglect)
Additional Tags: Substance abuse/addiction (sopor)
Word Count: 920

Sometimes you wonder if you’re up to this. Because you want it, you really do, you want to be there for him so badly it hurts. But you’ve spent your whole life trying to pretend you’re something more than you know you are, and you’ve spent most of your life painfully failing to live up to the standards you set for yourself. And this is higher stakes than you’ve been playing with before, because you’re not just fucking with your own life now, you’re fucking with his, and what with you being a hideous mutant abomination and all, if you go down, it’ll probably drag him with you. It’s better for both of you if you just keep your distance.

Yeah, okay, you can say that, but in practice? You can’t stay away. When you realize that he’s not just eating pies, he’s eating sopor pies (what the actual fuck, who does that??) you can feel your stomach twist, and before you can stop yourself, you tell him that he needs to cut that shit out and find him a link to a sopor addiction rehabilitation site. You’re kicking yourself after sending that link because holy fuck, could you make a more blatant pale overture if you tried? And then he doesn’t answer for a whole hour, and that’s it, you fucked up the friendship and he thinks you’re trying to pick him up and you ruined everything. But no, he was just watching the waves hit the sand or something, and you have to bite back the urge to tell him the sea is dangerous and instead say something rude about what kind of moron is so easy to distract, and ha. You are a master of deception. He’ll never guess that you’re pale for him.

That’s the worse it can get, right? You’re not going to meet anyone more screwed up than living on sopor and so out of it that they get distracted and just sit down right next to the fucking ocean like murderous seadwellers and troll-eating finbeasts aren’t even a thing. Wow are you good at being wrong. You can’t leave well enough alone, so you keep bugging him about sitting inside and maybe seeing if he likes these new recipes you’ve been trying lately, and maybe sitting inside, but he tells a brother not to worry, he’s just waiting for his dad to come in. Okay, yeah, that’s legitimate you guess, but what about all those other times he sits out by the sea? Well. He’s always waiting for his dad to come in. He’s been doing that for how long? He says it’s been happening since before pupation, but when he was just a wriggler he wasn’t tall enough to open the hive doors himself.

That’s so fucked up. It’s so fucked up. You can’t actually deal with it. You have to leave the husktop for a little and go do something else and calm down, and maybe you happen to pass your dad and give him a hug and just lean up against him for a minute and try to imagine if he’d abandoned you and no you aren’t tearing up at all. Gamzee’s left worried messages by the time you get back, and wow, now you feel even shittier for just ditching him like that, could you actually have picked anything worse to do at that point in the conversation? You completely freeze up and say something painfully idiotic about getting distracted and watching the stars, and instead of being hurt that you totally bailed right after he told you something huge like that, he just tells you awww, that’s beautiful as all motherfuck.

You can’t stay away. It would be so much better if you knew how to leave well enough alone, because. He needs a moirail, but it can’t be you. It can’t. You barely manage to hold your own life together on the good days, and if he’s dumb enough to trust you (he’s definitely dumb enough to trust you), you’re going to fuck him up so badly. You want to help, but you know you aren’t good enough for this. It’s all. It’s so bad that you wouldn’t even know where to start, but you’re such a dumbass that you want to try anyways. Regularly, you beat yourself up for acting so pale towards someone who hasn’t given you a single sign that he’s interested back, but you don’t know how to stop. He calls you best friend, and it makes your pump biscuit clench, and at the same time, you feel like he’s trusting you with everything he’s got while you do nothing but lie to him. It kills you to realize how often his dad isn’t there, and that as miserable a substitute for a moirail you are, you’re the best thing he’s got right now. You finally ask him if he wants to visit your hive for a week. Or two. And that, uh. Maybe your dad could do some hunting for you guys and um, you’ve got a recipe for grubsteak you’ve been meaning to try, if, you know, he’s interested. Or something. He replies that that he would be right motherfucking pleased to see your hive and asks if maybe a brother has a pile he’d be willing to share? ;o)

Well. Well, then. You’re still pretty sure you’re not good enough to handle this the way he deserves, but. You’re still grinning like an idiot as you begin to make plans.

Re: FILL: Team Ancestors, T

failure_artist - 2014-06-02 01:26 (UTC) - Expand

Re: FILL: Team Ancestors, T

cyansonata - 2014-06-02 16:26 (UTC) - Expand

John♠Karkat

Zaida, Ukrainian, "An alien, one who came from the outside. A foreign invader"

Wow this is a great prompt :o

FILL: TEAM DAVE<3KARKAT, G

merrywetherweather - 2014-06-02 16:25 (UTC) - Expand

Eridan♦Roxy

Bagstiv (Danish): This word is best translated as “waking up in the morning still drunk from the night before. Either a little or a lot, but generally instead of having a nasty hangover.

Major Tags: None
Additional Tags: Alcohol
Word Count: 758

Roxy wakes up before you do. Urg. You can handle any sleep schedule she wants to throw at you, but you will never fuckin get over how weird it is to wake up when it’s light out. You can definitely smell her makin breakfast, though, an that makes it all okay. You roll over into her spot, an it’s still warm, which means she hasn’t been up for all that long an you can totally lie here for a bit longer before you actually get up.

She’d been worried that you might get a ‘hangover’ or whatever, which is really fuckin dumb, because that’s somethin humans have to deal with, an you’re definitely the superior species in any situation. Maybe it was a mistake to try matchin her drink for drink, though. But she was teasin that she’s been drinkin for years or sweeps or whatever, an you’ve never had any soporifics before, an then you had to match everythin she was doin, didn’t you? You didn’t throw up or anythin like that, which she’d warned you about, but you think that mighta been because she was playin nice with you an not drinkin as much as she really could. You, uh. Aren’t gonna get on her case for that, because by the time she dragged you off to her respiteblock, you needed her help to stay upright, an it felt real good to lie down an stop worryin about dumb shit like ‘feet’ and ‘balance.’

Then you hear her callin up to you, an yeah, breakfast sounds like a real good plan right now. You swing up to your feet, and whoa. Uh. Did the room always swim around like that? You put a hand on the wall to keep yourself steady and gradually make your way to the hall, and… stairs. Who the fuck would put stairs in a hive? You think to yourself about the unfairness of the universe an about stupid hive planners who don’t consider the needs of their hive residents, an you’re definitely not avoidin tryin to walk down half a flight of stairs without fallin ass over horns.

You go down seated, in the end. You take it one stair at a time with a hand on the rails, an you don’t feel embarrassed at all because this is all Roxy’s fault, with the soporifics, an you think she mighta broken you for permanent. You tell her as much when you finally make it to the food preparation block, an you try to kiss her on top of her head, an sorta miss an end up with your head restin on her shoulder. She laughs at you, but you can’t even find it in you to be mad when she turns around and puts her arms around your waist and just holds you there. You mournfully tell her that you think you’ll never recover, and she just laughs again and kisses you on the fin.

“Babe, here’s what’s up, and this is my very professional opinion: you are still drunk as shit.”

“What, no. How’s that even possible. You’re not. You know. Drunk.”

She carefully steers you towards a chair and sets you down. “That’s because I have hella experience with being drunk. And it doesn’t help that I’m not the one with a freaky alien metabolism!”

Wow, this table feels good, all nice and cool against your forehead, an you think you could stay here forever. “You’re a freaky alien metabolism.”

“Welp, that booze was designed with my freaky alien metabolism in mind, so I think you’re definitely the odd element out in this case.” Haha. Fuck. You just poisoned yourself with alien soporifics. “But I was looking up some stuff on troll biology, and there’s nothing in my booze to fuck you up for permanent! You’re just silly-drunk and it’ll take you a bit to cool off, I think.”

“Nnnuh. You broke me, Rox.”

She gently tugs you upright in your chair and for the first time you focus at the downright impressive amount of food on the table. “Well, in preparation for this situation, I’ve been doing mad kitchen science. I’ve assembled every human hangover/drunkenness cure I could think of, and I’ve got some experimental troll ones that I think might work. It’s for sure partially my fault I let you get so shitfaced your first time around, so it’s my job to make it better!” When she smiles down at you, you can’t help smiling back. “Relax, babe. Just sit back and let me take care of you.”

Re: FILL: Team Ancestors, T

dojinski - 2014-06-15 06:25 (UTC) - Expand

Bec Noir (Jack Noir)♠Bec Blanc (Peregrine Mendicant)

Bête noire, lit. "black beast." Definition from wikipedia: "An anathema; someone or something which is particularly disliked or avoided; an object of aversion, the bane of one’s existence."

Edited 2014-06-02 00:11 (UTC)

mINE

FILL: TEAM DAVE<3KARKAT, G

merrywetherweather - 2014-06-02 16:28 (UTC) - Expand

FILL: Team Alpha!Dave<3Alpha!Rose, G

evionth - 2014-06-06 00:32 (UTC) - Expand

FILL: Team Dave<3John, T

kentrakshi - 2014-06-15 00:59 (UTC) - Expand

FILL: TEAM KANAYA<>KARKAT, T

chameleon_feet - 2014-06-15 17:19 (UTC) - Expand

Terezi/Vriska

Shlimazl (Yiddish): an inept, bungling person who suffers from unremitting bad luck.

Major Content Tags: none
Word Count: 553

"Damn it!!!!!!!!"

Even if she couldn't recognize the girl's voice echoing down the corridor (which may have been the case had they not been unfortunate enough to form a FLARP team together), Terezi could practically hear each individual exclamation point in her shout.

"Did you stub your toe again?" she called out in a mocking tone, and wondered if she was being too cruel to the girl who had only just awoken on Prospit. She then reminded herself that the girl had ascended to godhood and would be perfectly fine in moments. Unless maybe she fell from a great height after forgetting she could fly, now, and the mysterious ways of the universe decreed it to be a just death. But that was unlikely to be considered just when it was actually just stupid.

"Screw off, Pyrope!" Vriska shouted back, and after turning another corner, Terezi could sense her outline, but just barely. Whose idea was it to dress her up in bright orange and yellow colors in a golden city anyway? Regardless, she could hear Vriska hopping on one foot, so her suspicions were entirely correct.

It was strange, though. Having woken up on Prospit nearly a sweep ago, already, Terezi had learned plenty about the game they were playing now, even though it took a while for most of the information to seep through to her waking self. For a while she hadn't thought it was anything more than a dream, and then upon meeting Kanaya there, had thought it was some sort of odd dream-sharing power beginning to manifest in either herself or the jade-blooded troll. But then the game truly began, shifting into the 'main storyline' now that the 'backstory' was complete. Vriska was supposedly the 'Thief of Light', which she knew now as someone capable of taking the fortune of others to benefit herself, and now as a god tier, supposedly had much greater control of her power than ever before, and yet she had the misfortune to slip on any slightly slick surface and catch her toes on every corner?

"Why are you doing this to yourself?" she asked, legitimately curious. "Even a troll without any powers at all wouldn't be this accident-prone, and you're supposed to be able to manipulate luck at your whim. Especially now."

Vriska didn't respond right away, but Terezi got the impression that her query didn't come as a surprise to the other girl. It was more like she was trying to avoid talking about it and couldn't come up with a proper distraction to change the subject.

"Mind your own business!" she finally yelled in frustration, flipping off the blind girl following her before turning another corner. Only a few seconds later, she cursed loudly once again, encountering yet another non fatal adversary.

Unfortunately for Vriska, her business was also Terezi's business, at least in her opinion. As she continued to follow the new god, she thought back to when Vriska's unlucky streak first began, and the realization made her pause in her tracks. It had only begun after all the drama was over and the truce was declared. She'd been unconsciously punishing herself since then, and had only recently recognized the truth of her own feelings.

It was suddenly far more difficult to resist the urge to finally forgive her.

John/Vriska

Fernweh, German: homesick for a place one has never been to.

Major Content Tags: None
Word Count: 413 (yes, on purpose :P )

You are trying to think of a word to describe how you’d felt, when you met him. Deja vu? No, you’d never met anyone like him before, you were certain of that. Something dumb like ‘love at first sight’ didn’t seem to fit either.

You’d met him first through your eyes, watching him grow and befriend the three others, be ridiculous, and alone and at the same time smile constantly. You hadn’t gotten so attached, then. A silly boy you could use as a means to your ends was all he was; he was alright, you might have said.

Then you got to know him through his words, but only his words: just like meeting nearly all your fellow trolls, you hadn’t heard his voice or watched his face and hands for little quirks and cues. Instead, you learned the meaning of word choice, of emoticons and exclamation points and pauses in replies. You learned that he was painfully honest, and, to your surprise, you don’t think that’s a weakness.

You learned that he was too trusting, but somehow it turned out in his favor; you learned he was smart but always acted dumb. And all the while, you set up everything around him, lead him towards being better, create your roles as hero and villain.

You learned that you had forgotten what it was to have friends, and that you were lonely. And you were missing something you’d never had: someone you could trust.

It is forever until you meet him face to face, and it doesn’t quite go like you’d imagined. Without the excitement of meeting someone new and exciting, without the ignorance of your past misdeeds, he doesn’t want much to do with you.

It is another eon until you meet him, again, and it doesn’t quite go like you’d expected,again. But this time it’s because he smiles at you, doesn’t think you’re too dangerous. Or maybe he does, but he’s giving you a second chance. And then that second chance grows, blossoms, just-- just something and for the life of you, you could not put into words exactly how it felt.

You had left it wordless, until somehow, you happened across it. It was just a novel, with a word you didn’t know and so you looked it up. It was German. To be homesick for a place you’ve never been to? For you, it wasn’t a place but a person; but all the same, now you’re home.

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John/Rose

"Salir de Guatemala y meterse en guatepeor." (Spanish) Literally it means "To leave Guatemala and arrive in worse cornstalks", or "Out of the frying pan and into the fire."

Edited 2014-06-02 00:16 (UTC)

If the literal translation makes no sense, that's because there is something lost in translation (which, given the theme, is kind of the point, so it's no one's fault). Allow me to explain:
This is a pun. A really cheesy pun.
"Guatemala" is a place but "mala" all on its own means "bad." So the real translation is something like: "To leave Guatemala(Guatebad) and end up in GuateWORSE. Ba-dum tch!"

Kanaya/Rose

C'est Tout (French) - That's all.

Edited 2014-06-02 00:42 (UTC)

Major Tags: Alcoholism

Word Count: 475

Rose looks up at Kanaya, her eyes unfocused. "Whaaa?"

It is going to be one of those nights then. The scent of grape-juice escaped her lips, strong and pugent. Rose tried to get up, get off her seat, but quickly fell back down.

Drunk Rose is one thing. Kanaya knows how to handle her then and sometimes, just sometimes, it can even be a good thing. Sometimes she doesn't hate the grape juice.

Smashed Rose is something else entirely.

"I waa..." Rose's voice slurs as she tries to speak again. Confused by the sound, she looks back at Kanaya as though she should have the answers.

But she's not a Seer. She is a Slyph and not even a good one at that. The shattered pieces of the Matriorb lie in her room, reminding her of her failings.

"Let's get you back," she says with a sigh. "We can have our date tomorrow."

Or the day after that or even never. It's not the first time they've had to cancel.

It won't be the last. So what if she spent the last few days making a pair of dresses?

"Don...dunn...wanna..." Somehow Rose is still strong enough to pull her arm away from Kanaya. Off balance, she slips off the chair and crashes on the floor. "owwwww..."

Kanaya rolls her eyes and bends down. Grabbing her matesprit's arms, she pulls her up and this time keeps a firm arm wrapped around her waist. Her other hand slaps Rose's as she tries to reach for her drink again.

Because falling off her chair taught her nothing.

Because getting smashed the past few months taught her nothing.

"

"I just wish..." She catches herself before she can complete the thought and finishes lamely, "you would stop drinking."

Rose's weight shifts off her and Kanaya turns around to see what the girl is doing now. Unexpectedly, her hand grabs her collar, and Kanaya is pulled down to Rose's sight line. Her eyes bore into hers and she can almost swear the Seer is sober now.

"Anything else?"

"I..." Speechless, she almost blurts out yes.

Yes. I'm scared. Scared that we are going nowhere. That our relationship is nothing. Was nothing. That just like every other crush of mine, like every other person I chased, this is hopeless. That I'm still chasing and you don't want to be caught.

That I know you drunk better than I know you sober and you don't know me at all.

"I..."
Rose 's gaze is focused for once and her words freeze insider her.

"No." Her voice sounds hollow as she lies. "That's all."

Rose stares at her for a moment, like she's knows, but then her grip loosens and she collapses into Kanaya's arm.

"Rose?" The girl's passed out again.

Like usual. Like always.

She doesn't know how much more of this she can take.

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Dave♥Karkat♥Terezi

Zaida (Ukrainian): An alien, one who came from the outside. A foreign invader.

Edited 2014-06-02 00:11 (UTC)

Major Tags: None

Word Count: 403

“You can go now!” Karkat barks, irritated.

“And leave the mayor?” Dave looks shocked—but not really. What was that stupid word he used—Ironic? He looks like he’s pretending to be shocked. For the Irony.

If Karkat could find Irony, he’d destroy it.

“Not without redecorating his civic hall,” Terezi adds, a red chalk in her hand. As usual. Like she would use any other colour.

He still has all the drawings she made for him and all he can say about them is that they are varying shades of red. And that’s out of kindness.

“I can do that.” Terezi and Dave share a look of mock horror—another Irony thing, he thinks—before laughing.

In unison. Almost.

He should never have left them alone together.

“’m pretty sure you don’t have the skills for that.” Dave’s laughter is shaking his red cape and why didn’t he see that before—no wonder Terezi likes to hang out with him so much.

He’s just made of red.

“I CAN DO IT!” he hisses, grabbing a crayon of his own. It’s blue and even if it’s not red, it’s a good enough colour.

Better than that stupid green Dave’s using.

“It can’t be that hard.” He stares at the stupid squiggles Terezi made and the even more stupid faces Dave did. Faces with words. What sort of civic hall has a cartoon drawn on the side?

The second he finds the white chalk, he’s colouring over it.

“Oh that’ an impressive circle right there. I would never have thought of drawing it—you have to go to some sort of special mutant school to learn how to draw complex shapes like that.” Terezi’s still cackling in the corner but Dave’s comment ups the volume a notch.

“It’s not finished!” Karkat adds several lines to the circle, glad that unlike last time, the bastard isn’t going to screw with his drawing.

Terezi sniffs it and smiles. “Blueberry.”

Blue has got to rank higher than green.

Dave saunters over now, pulling his shades slightly so he can have a better look at it. He turns his head slightly, tilting it left and then right, before nodding. “Not bad.”

“Of course it is!” His words don’t feel as cutting as he wants to be and why is he smiling?

There is nothing to smile at. Nothing. His hands feel his mouth and yes, it definitely is a smile.

Something is growing in him and he doesn’t like it.

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Alpha!Dave<3Alpha!Rose

L'esprit de l'escalier (French): the things you think of to say after it’s already too late and you’re on your way out.

Edited 2014-06-02 00:11 (UTC)

Major Content Tags: Concupiscent Incest(by the quadrant offered), blood mention, Canon character death, mind control
Poetry line count: 44

So she drew her thorns and he drew his blade
Having lost their old friend hence
They ate a meal together in quiet shade
And agreed the Condesce’s recompense

Lalonde took out her thorns
Thrust them through and through to make a point
Dave dropped it like it was hot on the white house lawns
got on the hoverboard and blew the joint

And when he picked her up at the falls
Where the waters ran with kool-aid and blood
And corvids circled with eerie calls
They knew something else was up in the neighborhood

The batterwitch levitated above the ground
Raised unearthly with golden fire
Her circlet glowing blue and brown
Rose and Dave made shit transpire

With sword and twin needles they advanced
Gold-and-tyrian tyrant in psychic flame
It was then that the pair chanced
To find that trolls had changed the game

With a blue light in his eyes Dave did charge for her
The battle between them now instead
The clash of blade and needles fraught and clear
The batterwitch laughed as Rose stopped him dead

She pulled the sword from his hands
And dropped it upon the floor
The glow faded and then both understand
She didn’t need to fight him anymore

He opened his mouth to speak
And choked wetly on his last next thought
The sword had drawn from by their feet
And glowing, ran him through for sport

Falling swiftly to his knees still bold
He watched the final act begin
Rose’s rebellion clashed on soft gold
Until the fork caught her side and went in

Her cry was a thin and airless scream of hate
Like the voice of a distant unnatural thing
She stumbled, fell back and tried to wait
To redouble and breathe and live and win

But Dave fell slack forward upon his sword
The blood humming loud inside his head
Rolled back as it broke, tried to say one last word
All went dark, their pale clothes now red

Disciple<3Signless

Dor, Romanian, The longing for someone you love very much, combined with sadness, and implies the need to sing sad songs; its etymology relates it to “dorinta” which means wish.

Edited (Fixed ship name. <.<) 2014-06-02 00:27 (UTC)

Major Tags: None
Additional Tags: Grief, mention of death
Word Count: 598

You miss him so badly you think it’s killing you. You mean that in a very literal way. You feel old and worn out and tired, and missing him is a constant dull ache in your chest that you can’t stand to focus on. Some nights you wake up still half-asleep and turn toward him without thinking and remember you’re alone. Those are the worst nights. Once, you realized that your memories were starting to fade with time, and that there were details and conversations and nights you couldn’t remember, and it terrified you, and now you’ve made it the goal of what’s left of your life to remember everything

It’s… not as easy as you might wish. He tried to teach you how to write for sweeps and sweeps, and you resisted because he was being silly about it being important (and because saying it was dumb made him go angry and red), but he hadn’t been teaching you for long before… Before. And you’re slow and clumsy and wish he was still here to teach you better. Sometimes you hate it and wish you could stop because seeing your claws shaping big ugly letters is nothing like seeing him smoothly write page after page, but it’s what you have left of him, so you do it anyways, even when you want to cry of frustration.

It’s horrible and wonderful. You write down everything he ever told you, or that you heard him tell others, and you do it for love of him, pure flushed pity for how beautiful he was and how carefully he held you, like you were something precious. And you hate him too, for how hard this is, how you never wanted to learn how to write and how he made you want it regardless. You hate the work you put into making your brushes, one by one, hair by hair, mixing inks and writing his words for him because he isn’t there to tell you himself. And then when the paint is dry, you lean your head up against the walls of your cave and talk to him, and you miss him so terribly, and you’ll never hold him again, but you pour out your feelings to the cave walls and it’s the closest you’ll ever be to him again. And your work gives you a reason to go on. He wouldn’t want that, and when you think that maybe, just maybe, someone could be inspired by him and the work you’ve done, and you’re a weak substitute for what he was, but you can do this and pass on his words, for his sake as well as your own.

He promised that he’d teach you to write poetry. That was how he finally persuaded you that learning to write would be worth your time. He told you that it was painting a picture with words, and he talked about things like rhyme and meter, but you don’t know any more because he’s gone, you’d had one last evening where he talked to you about poems and somedays, and he was blood and ash by morning. You don’t know to write poetry, and if he’s not teaching you, you don’t want to learn. He told you that it was like songs without music, and so sometimes you sing to him, because that’s the closest thing you have left. Some mornings, with his words and memories fresh in your mind and your throat worn out with singing to him, you can go to sleep and almost imagine that he’s lying there beside you.

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Eridan♥Jane

Shemomedjamo (Georgian): To eat past the point of being full just because the food tastes good.

TAGS: Swearing
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You were hesitant, though the cake sitting in front of you did look good. You looked up to Jane, who just had a look on her face that said 'Go on, try it.' You finally picked up the fork, stabbing a chunk of the slice she'd given you and took a bite.

“Wwoww, this is delicious,” you were smiling at her now,” You're good at bakin'.”

“Thanks,” she giggled a bit,” Have as much as you want. I made a whole cake, but nobody wants it because it's Betty Crocker. You're the only one who's even tried it so far.”

“Wwell, they don't knoww wwhat they're missin',” you said as you took another bite. You didn't admit that this was the reason you were so hesitant to try it. Crocker Corp. wasn't exactly on friendly terms with anyone right now. Not with the Empress in charge.

You kept good to her word, taking another slice once you finished the first. You didn't give a care when, on your third slice, you started to get full. The cake was too good to stop, so you kept on eating it.

“Wow, you must really like it,” Jane smiled, though her look did seem a bit worried,” I'm glad at least one person-- er, troll-- does. Maybe I'll bring cakes over for you more often. Are you sure you should be eating so much at once though? I don't want you getting sick.”

“It's fin,” you insist, not wanting to stop, taking yet another slice, the cake almost half gone now,” You'vve got some cod damn good bakin' skills. I wwant you to come ovver with more sometime.”

“Really?” Jane was ecstatic now, the smile growing into a huge grin. “Alright then, I'll come over with more cake whenever I have time. Although, time is hard to find with everything going on. Still, I'm sure I can make time for my biggest fan.”

“I'll be expectin' you,” you gave her a wink that suggested you wanted more than just cake, to which she blushed.

“W-well, enjoy you're cake,” she seemed flustered now, stammering a bit,” I'll just... Bring some more, when I can.”

“I knoww, you said that,” you corrected her,” Wwhat you did tell me is wwhat wwe'll do after I'vve had your delicious cake. Wwhy not stay for awwhile?”

“Well, I really should be getting back home,” Jane looked away,” If you want more cake, I have to bake it.”

She started to leave and you felt a bit dejected as she went, taking another bite of cake, but then you heard,” Maybe next time we can talk.”

“I'd like that,” you answer back with a smile and she leaves with another giggle.

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Gamzee<>(or <3)Karkat

N'importe -- translates as "It's not important," but has so much more meaning. Yes, whatever it is is not important, but this is because nothing is important at the moment, everything is so very hollow.

Edited 2014-06-02 00:12 (UTC)

Major Tags: Mentions of Blood, Mentions of drugs
Additional Tags: None
Word Count: 430

He paps your cheek. Sets your skinny ass down in the horn pile and crawls into your lap. For a moment you just sit there. Then you realise what's happening and your arms curl around him in a loose hug. His own arms are tight to your ribs, making every breath noticeable.

He's talking. Words that feel like static next to the cotton wool stuffed in your think pan and the hollow hole where your blood pusher all up and left from. You hear your name, and a lot of other words but you can't make them fit into sentences that make any sort of sense. Not that anything makes sense now. The sopors gone, Tavros is dead. And when did that up and happen? You don't remember. Sometimes you look around and it feels like everyone's dead. Weren't there 12 of you? Now when you look around there's less than six.

Sometimes you think you're the one that's dead and all of this is just a dream. Makes more sense than everyone else all gone. The voices come back then, and you start remembering that the best way to wake up from a dream is to up and kill yourself.

That's usually when Karkat sits on you and makes you stop from whatever the hell it was that you were doing to make him so stressed. Hopefully it's not more killing. Not that it really matters.

Nothing really matters any more. Maybe it never did.

Karkat just keeps on getting his talk on at you. Hiding his face in your shirt (Bad idea, there's still blood all over it. Blue and green that makes you wonder what the fuck it was you did). You think he's trying to tell you every thing's all right, that you'll win the game no problem and win the reward. When he looks up at you his cheeks are wet and slightly red.

You press your thumb to the lines and watch as he suppresses a flinch. “Yeah. Everything's motherfucking fine.” You say. “Don't get your stress on, Karbro. Ain't a motherfucking thing that's got any mention of importance any more.”

He nods. But you don't think he understands, because you spy him later getting his righteous anger on with the red kid who spewed heretical words that just made you so motherfucking pissed off. He's flailing and shouting and planning things that won't work. He's so animated, and all you can think is that he should just take a chill pill. De-stress. Sleep. (Die)

...Man, you could really use a motherfucking pie round about now.

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Roxy♥Dirk

Aniron (Elvish): "I desire."

MAJOR CONTENT TAGS: NONE
WORD COUNT: 940

Maybe having Dirk over for dinner alone hadn't been such a great idea. Sure, he's a part of your friend group, and you've had Jane over alone all the time, but this is... Different. It's no secret that you have a crush on him. You've even said as much to his face, but he's always played it off like it was a joke, and later like it had never happened.

Jane had told you not to do this. You'd only be hurting yourself, she'd said. And she was right, because when you look across the romantically-set, red-tablecloth'd table, he's silent, texting someone on his phone. Probably Jake, you figure. For him, this silence is probably a comfortable one shared between two friends.

For you, it's hell.

All you want is for him to talk to you, seriously, about your feelings. Okay, maybe that's not true. Maybe you ALSO want to jump his bones, but you would never do that without his permission. When he finally looks up at you, you feel suddenly embarrassed, as though you had been doing something wrong by thinking about things you want but can't have.

You smile through the embarrassment. "Thirsty?" you prompt. "I c'n pour you another glass of bubbly. Orange bubbly, that is. Still got nooo idea why you love that stuff so freakin' much."

He shrugs. His eyes are hidden behind his ever-present shades, but you can still tell that his expression reads dejected. Your smile suddenly turns into a frown, and you're up out of your chair and crouching on the floor next to his before you know it. "What's-a matter, Dirk?"

"Nothing," he responds plainly, but you can hear it in his voice. Things didn't go quite as planned with Jake, apparently. "How about that soda?"

You almost want to tell him no and force him to talk about what was the matter, but you get up anyway, heading to the fridge. You pull out the entire remainder of the 24-pack of orange soda you keep in the apartment just for him. When you place it on the dinner table, you do it a little louder than necessary. "There. Now you can't keep makin' me get up for more sodas instead-a talkin' about your feelings."

He just frowns at you, saying nothing.

"C'moooon, Dirky. You gotta talk about this shit to somebody, and I don't see anybody else around to listen. So get to talkin'." You smile, despite the fact that you're in agony on the inside. You want to tell him that you wouldn't hurt him like Jake did, and you want to tell him that you're... Well, you want a lot of things, but what you want the most is for your friendship to stay in tact, and expressing all of your other desires isn't going to help that along very much.

So instead, you listen. He goes on at length about it, about how he texted Jake to see if he wanted to hang out soon, and Jake had said no, and how Jake always said no, and you listen like the totes amazing friendy-pal you are. He goes on about how he misses Jake, hasn't seen him in a long time being that he goes to a different university and all. How things just aren't the same as they were in high school.

"At least one thing will never change," he notes, looking at you with a tiny, barely-there smile.

"Wha'ssat?"

"Us. We'll always be best bros." He laughs. You don't.

"What if I didn't wanna be best bros anymore?" you blurt. Shit, you didn't mean to say that. Not here. Not now, of all times.

"What do you mean?" he asks. You can see the wrinkles forming on his face from the stress you've just put him under in high-definition, like you are the catalyst for his early aging process. Your heart sinks.

"Nothin'," you murmur weakly in response.

"No, tell me. I want to know. You just let me dump all of my shit on you, it's high time I reciprocated." His phrasing couldn't be any more ironic. You wonder if he knows that, if this is all just another joke to him.

"I just mean that... Maybe someday I'll wanna upgrade. Install the Dirk Strider: Sexytimes xpac. Or maybe that's what I want right now. But hey, none-a that really matters, y'know? 'S just that I..." You trail off. You don't even know where you were going with that sentence, and you don't want to find out, so you shut your trap.

Dirk sighs. You've fucked up and you know it. "Maybe someday I'll buy you that expansion pack myself," he says. He sounds miserable, but you perk up at his words.

"What?"

"I dunno, Rox. Sometimes I feel like you're the only one that gets me, and sometimes, I want more, too."

"But only sometimes, right?"

"More and more lately."

Your heart stops. Was this really coming from him? Did he really feel like that? There's a moment where you're sure time stops, but when it starts again, your heart is suddenly hammering in your chest.

"Well," you start, though you pause, trying to think of some response. "If you ever decide you're down with this fine booty, I'll be waiting." You wink. You stumbled through the words, and they were an octave too high to be relaxed, but he smiles anyway. He even chuckles a little.

Maybe he'll never really want you, but as far as you can tell, you'll always want him, at least in the foreseeable future. You're willing to wait if it means getting what you truly desire.

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John/Vriska

Ilunga (Tshiluba): a person who is ready to forgive any abuse for the first time, to tolerate it a second time, but never a third time.

Major tags: Murder mention, manipulative actions
Word count: 486

You really tried to understand where Vriska was coming from. You really did! But now that you knew so many others who shared her species typing, you had a hard time believing anything she said was at all factual and true.

Honestly, you can’t help but wonder if she was ever honest with you at all.

”Are you guys coming or not!?”

He shrill voice calls out to you and the others from the place she just jumped down. You even see her blue figure, and her white, dead eyes glaring back up at you and the others from many feet below. She does this after she had given a speech that you think was meant to convince all of you that she was right for sending all of her dead friends to their ultimate after-death graves. And in a way, you think you could have believed it at one point. Had she given that speech before all of the recent information had come to light, you probably could have agreed with her.

Or maybe you were just mature enough to understand she’s dangerous even to other trolls?

As everyone floats down and you follow wordlessly behind, you think about the things Vriska did that in hindsight actually seem kind of…well…shitty. There was prototyping Jade’s dog Bec, of course, which you’re still not sure was completely necessary for her to do. Then she led you to your death on your quest bed, which while ultimately proved helpful, still involved her calling the shots on something you feel especially now should have been your decision. Then she lied to you about where your father was, which to this day you have always thought what if she had been completely honest with you about that and whether or not you could have stopped both your father and Rose’s mom from dying.

And of course there was killing that Tavros guy, which he even seemed to have fallen for her trickery for a while, in spite of being killed by her. Which ultimately ties into everything she’s doing now—treating the lives (or afterlives?) of her alternate timeline friends, and for what? To defeat Lord English? Something that does not seem to be assured by this method anyway?

And who would make the final blow? Would it be her? Just so she can try to be a hero again? Because you already saw how well that worked out when she tried it with Bec Noir.

As you finally reach the ground below, you look at the girl you once thought you would date from behind. You wonder how you could have ever missed what seemed very obvious to everyone else. She was manipulative, self-centered, and incredibly dangerous.

Perhaps it took her so carelessly throwing away the lives of her friends for you to finally see that…and for her to finally cross that line you were not willing to forgive.

Eridan <> Feferi

Toska, Russian: Acording to Vladmir Nabokoov, “No single word in English renders all the shades of toska. At its deepest and most painful, it is a sensation of great spiritual anguish, often without any specific cause. At less morbid levels it is a dull ache of the soul, a longing with nothing to long for, a sick pining, a vague restlessness, mental throes, yearning. In particular cases it may be the desire for somebody or something specific, nostalgia, love-sickness. At the lowest level it grades into ennui, boredom.”

Oh my God, this is such a lovely prompt and I so so so wish I could fill this! But alas, this is my ship. :(

SOMEONE FILL THIS GREAT PROMPT PLEASE AND THANK YOU.

Fill: Team Equius<>Nepeta, G

bhelryss - 2014-06-03 19:48 (UTC) - Expand

FILL: TEAM ERIDAN<3FEFERI<3SOLLUX, G

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Aradia<3Kanaya

Alles ist seinen Preis wert. (German) Everything is worth its price.

Major Tags: Sexual abuse/noncon (implied)
Additional Tags: Slavestuck (or close enough to it)
Word Count: 815

Kanaya had sworn, above all else, that she would never buy an Abhomine. These genetic abberations, meldings of human and animal DNA that gave them the shape of mythic creatures- angels, dragons, minotaurs, and so on- were an affront to everything she valued. Although the creatures themselves were supposedly not sentient- and therefore fit to be sold as private slaves for the wealthy- it as common knowledge that they were completely intelligent and aware of their situation. Are they not every bit as human as you are, Kanaya? Wings and claws nonwithstanding, owning an Abhomine is tatamount to owning a slave. Yet here she was, silently calculating her budget as she listened to the Midwestern drawl of the salesman.
“She’s a real pretty one, this one,” he nodded, gesturing at the composite creature pacing on the metal floor of her cage and rattling her bony wings. “Demon Abhomines like her- they ain’t usuallly half so nice to look at, but this one’s a real beaut. Full head of hair, big horns, gorgeous coloration- you can see her lips and eyes, can't you? That maroon is all natural.” She turned towards Kanaya and hissed, baring several rows of pointed teeth.
The salesman flashed a wide, relaxed grin. “Bit feisty, of course. That’s what you get with demons- fighters by nature. But this one’s a fair bit more docile than most, and she’s clever, too- I hear her talking every now and again.”
Kanaya stole a glance at the Abhomine. Her clothes caught Kanaya’s attention more quickly than she’d have liked to admit- when she first looked at the monster, it looked like she was wearing some fancy, drooping dress in pure white, but on closer inspection it was more akin to a bedsheet hastily made into a tunic. The limbs jutting out from it were angular and bony (the fingers too long and tapered to be human, the feet replaced with hooves, a thin down of gray fur across her entire body), and in the gaps of the robes, Kanaya could see the sunken outlines of ribs flitting in and out of shadow. The wings were almost painful to look at- it was customary to put in some sort of safeguard to keep the Abhomines with wings from flying, of course, but owners usually kept to docking feathers and wing weights, not tearing away the skin entirely to leave only the batlike bones. She held back a shudder and tried to listen as the salesman gave her a conspiratorial nod.
“Tell you what,” he winked as he traced Kanaya’s gaze across the demon’s body. “I can tell you like what you see, and even if I’m judging you wrong, I’ll throw in a little trick you can use if you ever do settle in with one of these little beauties.” As quickly as a striking snake, he darted his hand into the Abhomine’s cage and latched around her wing before she could react. The demon snarled in shock and pain, falling down to the floor. Still, the shopkeeper held on. “Can’t let go of ‘em, of course. Takes a few seconds, but once it kicks in…”
It kicked in. The demon’s movement regressed into twitching spasms, eventually giving out entirely. Her limbs no longer had the strength to support her, and she fell to the floor. Although she still tried to hiss out her displeasure, no sound came out, and she flopped uselessly as the salesman grinned. “There you go. A good quick way to get them to shut up and lie down. We all know what folks do with their Abhomines, and with this little trick- well, let me assure you, she’s a real smooth ride,” he finished with another leering smile.
Kanaya was too stunned by the brazen innuendo to respond, but she managed to raise up a hand and wave the salesman away. He complied, finally releasing his grip on the caged Abhomine and letting her breathe freely. With a careful motion she hoped wouldn’t startle her, Kanaya knelt beside the cage and sought out the demon’s eyes. “If I may ask,” she began slowly, “what is your name?”
“Her name is-”
Kanaya snapped her head around and glared. “I didn’t ask you; I asked her.” With another, gentler nod, she prompted the Abhomine to answer.
The response was quiet and raspy (probably worn down from days of playing up her demonic side for customers, Kanaya guessed), but still with a recognizable-no, melodious- lilt to it. “My name is Aradia.”
Kanaya leaned in closer, unafraid yet still thankful for the protection the cage provided. “Is what he says- is that true?”
Aradia lowered her eyes as her face contorted into a fanged fascimile of shame. “...Every word.”
Keeping her expression as neutral as possible, Kanaya pushed the swirling mix of guilt and pity from her mind as she stood back up. “How much?”

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