" This is a story of six sisters in a world protected by the power of song... ...But one of these sisters seeks to bring about the world's ruin. And she won't rest until all the others are D E A D "
@daemonusdea :: “ Never love anyone. They’re probably figuring out the best way to kill you while you sleep. Especially someone like you, you don’t need to give people much of a need to search for a reason to try. You’re kind of an insane bastard, you know? ” time for some great advice from grandma :^)
【Although it was not asked for in the least, it began as fairly sound advice as far as he was concerned. Such a concept held no real meaning to him. What good would love do on among battle anyway? But her additional statement…
Despite the insult at being considered mad, he cracked a smile. Then laughed soundlessly. It certainly unsettled the Red Dragon as much as the Intoner’s presence had.〗
“…He will keep that in mind, I am sure.”
Well this was certainly something he wasn’t expecting. He hadn’t remembered the fleeting moment that Zero had began to sink into his hold when he’d done this last. It was merely an attempt at a kind gesture, she was clearly too tired to do it herself, and he’d had some experience taking care of his own curls, so the conclusion came naturally to him.
He began to panic, but quickly steeled his nerves so as to not wake her, until she woke. It was an interesting sight, Zero, the Murder Queen herself, melted into and pulled flush into his body. Now why did this feel familiar? He hadn’t the time to process that thought, quickly Zero’s body shifted as she tries to sit back up. She speaks, and he smiles slightly, but unsure of how to progress. How awake is she? If she was going to get any sleep, she’d have to go back down soon.
Well, only one shot for this. Rover gently maneuvered her back to being in front of him and started brushing her hair once more. If it worked before…? Rover pulled her back into him, just enough that the potential movement of her falling back into him wouldn’t rouse her again. “Go ahead and rest now, Zed.”
He wasn’t certain what he’d do once she was asleep, but he’d cross that bridge when he got to it. First priority was making sure she even could sleep.
But, wait, what the fuck was he doing?! What was this sappy romance shit that was taking up his morning? He finally had a good night’s rest and he has to spend the first hours… cuddling fucking Zero?!
But… she looked… peaceful. Calm, gentle. How could he possibly rip that away from her? If this is what it took, then this is what it took, right?
There’s not even a fight to be put up when he did exactly as she had hoped. His hands were back on her, shuffling her back into position, and the soothing motions of meticulous, soft brushing through her locks...another groggy, content moan unabashedly leaves her throat, eye blissfully closed, shifting on her own to press as much of her back into his chest as she could and letting her limbs fall limp once more. This really wasn’t so bad, right?...
His voice reverberates through her ribs, a lulling rumble in her ear that has her fingers twitching. There was something warming about it, completely outside of the physical heat he drowned her in in this moment. An inkling deep from within, that began to melt just a fraction at his beck and call. Oh, she was so exhausted, but still she clung to the barest form of consciousness just for that first small while, dipping in and out of actual sleep. A thought had been surfacing to her mind since the day before, and in the quiet calm, her tired brain finally lost all filter.
“ Oi... “ The tiniest bit of her voice spoke out in the silent air after a while, but she did not move a muscle. “ By th’way...for th’ amount you complain...I was expectin’ your face t’be half rotted off ‘r somethin’...I was really disappointed. “ Her speech is still lazy and slurred, fighting against the desire to be dragged under consciousness. She barely manages, letting her head tip back and turn into the crook of his neck.
“ You don’t look that bad... “ With those last words uttered, one last sigh has her falling into slumber, curled up against Rover with more comfort than she’d ever felt. Perhaps the word was...safe.
“My lady…you do not look as if you’ve received enough sleep.”
He had paused in his cooking for the morning, to pause and look over Zero in a quiet sort of worriedness. Their party was growing, which was always nice - talking to a baby dragon and a prickly woman such as she didn’t give him much to work with in the topic of conversation.
That wasn’t to say the other disciples were much better - but it was something.
But it also meant their journey was growing all the more perilous, and Zero’s ongoing vengeance wasn’t cooling off any time soon. So Pate, in his way, hoped that making a hearty breakfast for the group could increase some spirits. Perhaps he’d gotten a little ahead of himself, though. As long as he’d been with Zero, he still wasn’t perfect at reading her. Was she cross with him? It would hardly be the first time, even if he didn’t understand why she held him with such ire at times - if always. Perhaps it wasn’t personal…after all, it wasn’t as if she wasn’t short and to the point with the other men.
“If you need more time to rest, I’ll keep the food warm,” he suggested softly, quiet enough so the others might not hear.
Irate was not enough to describe the mix of feelings currently brewing within Zero-- her immediate scoff in response to the unwarranted comment from her--...the disciple she found herself stuck with. Exhaustion, irritation from such lack of sleep, and the disdain for even being spoken to while in such a state. From him, of all people, the sole cause of this pitiable form she took right now. Ugh.
“ Shut up. “ Curt and concise, a quiet croak of her sleep-roughened voice, looking about as fed up as she sounded. Her lone eye drooped heavily, bags underneath striking in blues against the paleness of her skin, all having grown more severe night after sleepless night. Even with the slight distance between the two, this was not something easily missed. Why he tried to care in any regard was an unanswerable question that constantly rattled her head.
“ I’m a light sleeper anyways, I’m not falling back asleep anytime soon. So doing that is really pointless. “ She shifts her legs uncomfortably, not once making eye contact. How could she? Even her dreams were filled with his vile face, standing over her in darkness, or smiling tauntingly after telling a joke, all threading together through her mind endlessly day and night. At least like this, she was guaranteed a reprieve by her own volition, as tired as she was. She too spoke low, knowing Mikhail was still soundly slumbering nearby. “ Just give me the food. We have to set out as soon as we can. “
❰❰ ALMOST ❱❱ our muses almost kiss but don’t or are interrupted before they do
A sight of mild chaos-- two beings in a frenzied dance atop a hill, nothing elegant about the affair with a third party involved. An unwelcomed guest that Zero had refused it's rights to squatting in her derelict home long before Meir had even arrived on the scene. War was war, and she would be the victor by any means necessary, even if it meant corralling her dark-haired comrade unwillingly into the fray.
" Catch that stupid fucking rat-- it's getting away with my damn food! " A rat it was not entirely; it was obvious that her reasons for such a wild goose hunt were little more than scathing pettiness, a point to be proven. The odd rat-like creature was something of a magical creation, it's sole purpose of living to pointedly provoke the cursed witch ( if you asked her personally ). It scrambled about with glee, a piece of meat as large as its own body dangling from its mouth.
It could be inferred that this critter was deliberately mocking the pair at this point; dodging, weaving, even stopping for small reprieves of time in some form of game, just to sidestep any attempt at reaching for it. Talk about all-encompassing fury on Zero's part, as that little creature zipped an abrupt hard right while she swooped for it, to the misfortune of Meir who had crossed her path in hopes to not be caught in its sly trickery.
A misfortune, indeed. The ensuing collision was none but ungraceful and teeth-gritting, legs being swept out from underneath each other, arms flailing in odd directions, and the sinking feeling of futility as the impending sloped ground rushed towards them. Down the hill they tumbled, rolling over each other and hitting hard earth with appropriate grunts and groans at each bit of air knocked out of them until they crashed at a dead stop, all entangled limbs and bruised skin.
" Fuck...ow... " Zero moans out first, a dizzy spinning still disorienting her as she tried to get her bearings, hands feeling about for the ground beneath her while she rose from her sprawled position...only to open her eye to a second near-collision of Meir, who'd begun his own movement to slip from their more bound situation. There he hovered over her with hands planted at either side, legs still partially twined with hers, their faces now looming mere inches from each other.
Any and all words dry up in her throat. A rosen eye catches the immediate attention of his slate grey's, and a thread of tension is created that binds the gazes like a force unknown. She swears she notices the subtle bobbing of his adam's apple in her peripheral, but what sets off her nerves is the warmth that floods in from his entire being. She realizes now with some clarity that she's grasped his wrist in her floundering to orient herself against the wavepool sloshing in her head, but now she's trapped herself in an unwinnable state. The Rose-Eyed Witch, fearsome and loathsome as she was, had found herself stuck underneath the flimsier body of this abyssal boy. Oh, but couldn't she just move him?...
Though she had regained her wits, it had seemed that he still suffered from his arduous journey down the hill, and the stability of his hands upon the ground faltered under his own weight. With the skid of his palm, they found themselves to now be nearly brushing noses. The sound of breathing vanished altogether, silence deafening in the thick air around them, yet still neither budged an inch away.
No, not away...closer, perhaps, drawn in, slow and nigh unnoticed by the other, even as the shock in the eyes softened along the ticking of time, slowly, heads tilting, ink black hair brushing over and mingling with silvery white, a soft exhale that tickled rosy lips and sent goosebumps raging over skin faster than her heartbeat. Maybe she was still dizzy from that fall, after all...
" --That god damned rat! " Zero's focus shifts, as the creature they had so carelessly forgotten made it's grand return-- by skittering across them both in a flagrant show of foolishness. Hauling herself to her feet in a flash, she barely tugs Meir up by his elbow enough for him to not immediately fall back over. With the flip of a switch, she's off spouting curses as if nothing ever happened. And truly, had anything happened at all? " Motherfucker! "
" Oh...uh. " She holds the flower much more gingerly than expected-- almost afraid to crumple the thing in her grip. She held swords, not flimsy little plants. The confusion she feels is palpable in the way her brow scrunches, the squint of her only eye scrutinizing each petal.
" ...Thanks? " A memory flashes briefly across her mind-- staring at a beautiful pink bloom that appeared before her in her final moments of life. That one little thought as the world slipped from her vision...
❰❰ LIFT ❱❱ sender carries receiver over their shoulder
For one reason or another, Three was sleeping while being carried despite it being a MESS. The dragging was leaving the Intoner all bruised as the half-upper part of her body went through the ground- blood and dirt mixed, but the woman was still deep in slumber even if she should’ve been awake for a while now.
It didn’t help that carrying her this way had Three flashing her lady parts to everyone to see because she didn’t put her panties back on after whatever she did to remove them, what somewhat added to the hilarity of the scene.
And more surprising was that Zero didn’t kill her already or something.
It was just after a good while the Intoner started to wake up. At first she didn’t really make the attempt to move at all even when it HURT all over her face, but eventually, she would try to sluggishly drag herself closer to Zero’s legs to poke them or something.
“Ah...Zero...” A small yawn left her lips after she muttered so, before she attempted to shift her position a little, just so her face wouldn’t be directly rubbing against the ground. “Hey Zero...I have a head and a tail that will never meet...having too many of me is always a treat...what am I?...”
【Caim was not liking his pact-partner’s behavior, the unsettling quiet of the travels before and the tensing of her back now. She never did this, not for the black dragon, not for any of the obstacles that stood in their way. Tentative fingers brushed against the scales of her throat but she did not ease. Why?〗 “Down there… I know this sensation.” 〖Her voice had taken a tone that had stunned even him, despite knowing it very well; There was hatred in the Red Dragon’s voice.〗 “I thought it was-!! Why is he with it!?” 【He was afforded no chance of enquiry, his pact-beast swooping down to approach the pair. Clearly, she had become disgusted by something. Her problems were his problems as per their pact.
She landed and he took in the pair; a young dragon, still large as was usual for their kind. A woman with a flower sprouting from her right eye… She was the more unusual sight, but that would not be the only strange occurrence. Once she rose her own blade had it become clear just how odd this was. There was no ringing in the ears, nor did his own voice reach her.
This pair did not have a pact.
Her initial charge was not lost upon neither the dragon nor her human, the soldier dismounting to stand as a barrier and raising his own sword. The woman’s ultimatum fell upon deaf ears, the dragon letting out a furious roar as her words directed to her youthful brethren.〗 “You! What do you think you are doing accompanying this-!? This thing!?”
A growl of irritation is given at being completely glossed over in favour of her younger charge, though the hostility of the man before her is not forgotten. Zero instinctively raises her sword a little higher, a subconscious need to protect the young dragon who nervously flounders about, ultimately moving to tuck his enormous body behind the Intoner as if trying to hide. Well, she was quite scary.
>“ Th-thing? That’s no thing! That’s Zero! “ Mikhail answers in the only way a naive child could; a response that clarifies the extent of his own ignorance-- an ignorance Zero would like to keep alive for as long as possible. Her attention shifts from the man to his dragon companion.
“ Why not ask this thing yourself? “ Sarcasm plays in her voice, but does not display on the steeled expression she wears. “ My turn. Considering we’ve got a pot calling the kettle black...What are you doing chumming around with this thing? Pretty odd for an old hag like yourself. “
> “ Zero, that’s mean! “
“ Mean? Tch. She started it. “
It had become known to Zero that dragons were notoriously violently disdainful towards humans. She fondly remembers Michael and his attempts to kill her upon their first meeting, and his immense failure of doing so. But she was a specific anomaly among everyone, a special circumstance. For an elder dragon like her, to be so comfortable aligning herself beside a human, without the title of an Intoner...something was very, very out of place.
“ Did one of my sisters send you, then? Not that it matters. I’ll still kill you if you’re getting in my way. “
" The only thing I'm holding against you is my sword up your ass. " The dead stare the Intoner gives is evenly matched with the flat, unimpressed tone she responds with. However, a jokester when it came to violence she was not-- her sword is drawn and pointed.
" Why don't you be real good and bend over for me, baby? "
" God damn it... " She mutters, wrapped up in a second skin of Meir that she had no say in. A sour expression details all about how she might feel about it...But Meir would have known better, wouldn't he?
She does struggle, if for a moment, shifting and twisting in his arms as if she may wrench herself free. Nothing comes of this at all. The only advancement she gains is a free arm and a higher position against his neck, to which she unceremoniously and begrudgingly goes limp. Well...he smelled...not disagreeable, at least...like warm spices. Something comforting.
" Fine...but only for five more minutes... " Mumbling into the sensitive skin of the junction between his neck and shoulder, arm crooked over to play at the edges of his hair. Wrapped up tightly and relaxed fully, her breathing begins to slow, already ready to fall asleep.
ns/fw addition for the day Zero is disillusioned w/ sex as a thing you just do and really has no meaning behind it and she’s so disinterested in it otherwise
I don’t know how to break it softly to any of you that this Literal Goddess would pick up food she’d dropped in dirt or sand, dust it off a little, and eat it right in front of you with no reservations
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