“Probably boring housecleaning or something. Why are you so insistent that I’m actually planning something here?”

“I thought that was y’r power. Staying a step ahead... Zipping around the way y’ do.”

;~✺~;

            “—-If you want…..I don’t care who wins or loses….I get to have you, and that’s what matters.”

                            Sayaka licked her lips and kissed Kyouko again, seeing the nervousness in her eyes, going slow this time, letting them savor it. As much as quick may have been preferred, they had all the time in the world to let this happen. They could simply go at this for as long as they wanted.

                                                  “ It’ll be okay. Do you want to get off the floor now?”

╳♝┄┄┄♝╳

          “—-Y’ mean this wasn’t on purpose, huh?”

                           She pressed her lips together until they formed a tight line, then gave up into a sweet smile.

                                                 “What did I do to get y’ so into me?”

                                        Maybe it was supposed to be teasing, a joke, but it was soft and quiet while Kyoko looked up at Sayaka, quietly fascinated.

;~✺~;

              —-Sayaka’s sobs shook her chest, her entire body trying to move only to stopped by the still fresh scar on her back. Sobbing into dirt, dust, and blood, crying out in fear and sadness and confusion, she was lost in the whirlwind of thoughts, pain, misery, and her own broken soul.

                                            ‘ I can’ do this anymore,

                            This constant need to be strong for you

                                              Because I can’t stand resolute

                              When all I can do is cry when its over.’

            Her crying and sobs started to tide over as Kyouko’s hand moved to her  scarred side, touch gentle and kind and warm, ebbing away the pain and bringing her slowly back to reality. Slowly trying to open her eyes to see her, open her ears to let her voice in.

                       “…..W-will you make sure…..that I wake up again….Kyouko?”

╳♝┄┄┄♝╳

           “—-Uh huh. I... I’m not goin’ anywhere without ya.”

                      Kyoko lifted up her chin and started to press kisses along the side of Sayaka’s face up to her forehead. She dragged herself weakly against the ground so she curled around, protective and making sure the top of Sayaka’s head was sheltered and safe -- from any dangers lurking outside and from the storm she knew raged within.

                                               “Y-You don’t go anywhere without me, got it?”

“Exactly, the point was that what I would have had you do would have been mundane in comparison.”

“Yeah, that’s my point. What kinda mundane, huh? Sounds like something’s goin’ on in that dark and mysterious head of y’rs.”

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;~✺~;

             —-The first thing Sayaka remembered feeling was burning tears run down her cheeks. The next was the feeling of the gift Kyouko had given her resonating within her, igniting within her. A warmth that took her cracking heart and fixed it again.

                                         Even though she had been told this before, she constantly needed to be reminded.

                            Because never would she believe it for long.

                                   And every time it was said, it hurt.

                  Seeing Kyouko cry pushed it over the edge, and threw her off the edge with her words, the conditions put in place for when it would all end, for when her insanity would drag her into the dirt.

                                   ‘ Never give up on me, I can’t live without you.’

                        She didn’t expect to sob and cry like a child, loud and clear with her pain, but it came anyway on the wave of Kyouko’s words. The new scar on her back burned as she curled up and cried unobstructed.

                                  ’ Please be true and don’t let me go.’

                             “ K-Kyouko…”

╳♝┄┄┄♝╳

            “—-I ain’t leavin’ ya...”

                       The exhaustion running through her was mirrored in but barely measured up against Sayaka’s cries. She just quietly reached out and placed a hand on a mended part of her side, doing her best not to cause her anymore pain.

                                     “Ssshhh, okay? You need to... to not... hurt yourself anymore, okay? Ssshhh... Just... Just rest, okay? Your body... has to have time to heal some more on its own... We’re... We’re home here, too. Just rest.”

;~✺~;

            —-Fear choked out happiness, worry stomped relief into the dust, and despair replaced hope. She could feel the piece Kyouko had given her burn in her chest – as if pushing her to open her ears and heart again. She barely listened to it, and simply let her tears come, letting the dread and fear fill her, her Soul Gem taking a small tendril of despair inside of it.

                                   It was only at the words slowly coming to her that Sayaka opened her heart again, letting Kyouko’s voice in, her hope and promises. Her love and care and commitment.

                                                    Her faith.

                         “ No matter what……no mater who or what….we won’t lose each other….”

                                            Her heart couldn’t truly accept it. Not with her fate going against what Kyouko held her faith in.

                                    “ What happens…..if I become….if I lose control….and I turn against you…

                               ….will you still stay…will you take me out?”

╳♝┄┄┄♝╳

           —-Kyoko squeezed her eyes shut and nodded - her first answer to the question. Tears spilled from the corners of her eyes, but she nodded again, a little more, but her agreement wasn’t without conditions.

                        “I’ll... I’ll take care of you... no matter what it takes...                               … whatever I gotta do, I’ll take care of you...                                      … but I ain’t gonna give up on ya. I’m gonna...                                            … I won’t let you lose yourself to the dark. Ever.”

|| This Little Light of Mine ||

;~✺~;

            —-Sayaka didn’t know where the line had been drawn, where these feelings so someone she had hated for so came along and found themselves a home. Where the lines of hatred and friendship and everything else were separated from the raw, unavoidable feelings that pursued this outcome so valiantly. It seemed to simply spawn with her as she recovered – perhaps she simply was grateful for being saved? That she was give an second chance, and Kyouko had given her that chance?

                                      It couldn’t be, there was no way. There was something that happened, sometime between starting to fall, and being brought back from witchhood.

                        ‘Could it be… my Witch fell in love? The darkest part of me wanted Kyouko, and now all of me is realizing it’s completely true?’

                                                 The thought would be one of many that she wouldn’t ask answers for, because how it happened didn’t really matter now. It simply stood now that she loved her, and she hoped that what Kyouko had done meant she did as well.

                          She was hesitant to move, even though the kiss was so light – so gentle and whispery – it didn’t feel like she was really kissing her. She moved one hand to move against Kyouko’s, wiggling her finger inbetween them, and taking a leap of faith.

                    She took the first move, and pressed her lips closer, letting her eyes flutter open before closing again.

╳♝┄┄┄♝╳

           —-It didn’t happen the very instant Sayaka began to really kiss her, but it wasn’t long before Kyoko returned the favor. First, her breath came in sharply through her nose - the closest thing to a gasp that she dared to allow.

                                            She’d felt it before, but Oktavia’s kiss had felt like a dream and felt more like a dream now. Sayaka tasted more real when her tongue touched just inside her lower lip and retreated - something like the elusive, shy mermaid creature that lurked somewhere within Sayaka’s soul, if only as potential or an echo or a memory.

                     Then she shifted, feeling her own breath move as she squirmed closer and around toward Sayaka, getting more comfortable just in the sensation of moving against the bed while the rain slowed to a duller but still very steady, constant sound outside the window. She hummed softly, lost words that burned her eyes but that she didn’t break the kiss to let free. She just shut her eyes a little tighter and touched Sayaka even more gently, gripping hand clutching hers.

『丸いケーキ♥』     Nagisa then smiled happily. “Apple! Your hair is as red as an apple! You must be the girl Raspberry likes!” She laughed some. “Raspberry plays such nice music!”

╳♝┄┄┄♝╳ 

   Kyoko’s face bloomed into an expression of delight for a moment but then took on a light shade of concern at the edges. “Y’ call people food stuff?” Kyoko really liked the idea, but... “Like... our names?” She figured that was kind of important to decoding the other part of what he kid said. Kids weren’t supposed to know stuff like that.

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Party Time! ~ closed rp with puellarubrica

Madoka had thought about this before Kyoko arrived. If they went with a theme, then Mami could decorate the cake to match. But what kind of theme suited Sayaka best? There isn’t likely to be a “Magical Girl of Justice” theme.

“Maybe a theme surrounding music? We could have decorations with music notes or sheet music, and the cake could be frosted to match it? Or…” her words and her smile both faded slightly as she began second-guessing herself, “Would something else be better?”

Kyoko frowned just a little bit and briefly touched her chin, television-thinking-pose style. She caught her reflection in the plate glass window and followed it for a moment before focusing on the display again. She dropped her hand to her side again with a little shrug. Then she gestured toward the door.

“I know she likes that kinda think but is it really hers? Does she... Does she... y’know... like music or was that ‘cause... y’know...”

She trailed off, trying to hide that her face heated a little. She reached up, fidgeted and rubbed at her hair and scalp. She tried to play it off as a shrug.

“That guy...”

;~✺~;

             “—-Y-you……you gave a part of yourself – a part of your soul to me – and…..a-and I’m scared….that I’m going to lose you….that you’ll die…before me….that I won’t get to spend my entire life with you.”

                                    Sayaka shook, trembling in Kyouko’s arms, trying to hold herself together from outright breaking down in hysterics. The fear of losing Kyouko first stabbed her in the gut. The thought of Kyouko losing her life simply because the piece she gave away wasn’t there in her time of need frightened her like a child’s fear of heights.

            A fear too strong to fight, but a fear she was forced to admit.

                          “ I’m scared of losing you….I can’t lose you, Kyouko.”

╳♝┄┄┄♝╳

            —-Kyoko listened and was surprised when at how fast her focus cleared. Her eyes widened, innocent and glistening as much as they could, dull from exhaustion and expenditure of magic. She blinked a few times and then shook her head as best she could where they lay next to each other on the ground.

                         “ That’s not how it’s gonna be. No... No matter what... y’ don’t... lose me. Not even... not even death or war or... nothing is gonna take me away from ya, okay? Even if... Even if somethin’ happens... we... we figure it out. I... I don’t lose you. ”

           —-Her hand came up and touched along Sayaka’s jaw, trying to make her understand that she just knew what she was saying was true. She had faith in it. Whether something killed her or not, she knew it had to be true.

“The more you insist on it, the more I think you’re the one wanting something,” she said, though she had to admit this was amusing, "Nothing illegal or you’d get in trouble for if you’re thinking along those lines.”

“What are y’ talkin’ about? I got everything I need, and half the stuff we do is illegal. Or would be if anybody knew about it ‘n’ stuff.”

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