open

[masticated]

poke him

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[longlegs]

i need smt
you cant tell great

[masticated]

hmmm. that's a big ask.

but i won't, for you. what do i get?

[longlegs]

no it isn't

[ It is, and she knows it. ]

what do you want

[masticated]

no. i want to hear what you need first, then i'll decide what i want.

[ok freak.]

[longlegs]

i just need you to come pick me up
i already asked queen but he can't be bothered bc he's an asshole

[ ... Asking Queen for anything usually means some part of her body is in a Not Good State. ]

[masticated]

queen??? what the fuck happened to you?
just send me your location i'll get what i want later.

[longlegs]

we don't have to talk about that thanks

[ He gets a notification shortly after. Location: an abandoned house in the middle of some farmlands, for some reason. There's a wrecked car on the nearest road marking the spot, picture completed by weird scratches on asphalt and a few red stains. Aren't we all glad Raíz doesn't have a budget? ]

🤪

[relocating]

give it back

[masticated]

idk what you're talking about twig.

[relocating]

bullshit
just give it back and i'll let it go

promise :)

[masticated]

whatEver lOser
get me a pack of cigs and i'll give it back

whats so special about this anyway.

[relocating]

i'm not paying you for my own shit stay out of my room
open it i hope it explodes in your face

[masticated]

lol

eat dirt, etc. or you know, i'll just give it to someone else. then you'll never get it back.

[relocating]

jesus christ why do you even smoke it doesn't look cool you know
is it cause you want the new ones to fuck you
do you think it makes you look hot

[exeunts]

What is "rizz"? Someone told me I don't have it.

[masticated]

hahaha what?
it's some new saying kids keep throwing around. a new way to say charisma.

[exeunts]

Well I suppose I don't want a fourteen year old boy to think I'm charismatic. I'm going to take it as a compliment.

[masticated]

that's gross and you definitely don't want that.
why were you talking to a 14 year old???

[exeunts]

I come when I'm called. I can't control who calls to me.

[masticated]

every time? you show up every single time?

action || down under my floor

[confectioned]

[ from here ]

[ There's a dead man on the couch in this hotel suite, and Blue's on the balcony smoking a cigarette.

It's her third since she texted Saber. The cigarette shakes a little between her fingers, hands scrubbed as clean as she could get them with bar soap (not clean enough, not even close to clean enough). There's blood under her pretty french manicure, flecked on her face and collarbone. Eyes bloodshot from crying, Blue all covered in red.

At least she can breathe out here, the sliding door left wide open, the night wind tousling her hair way up on the fourteenth floor. Blue leans her back against the railing and watches the suite door in nothing but her honey-colored Burberry coat and strappy heels, diamond studs in her ears, a gun in her pocket. Her knife's on the edge of the bathroom sink, still bloody.

She tenses when the door finally opens, hand on the grip of her gun, easing only slightly once she sees who it is. As Saber steps out onto the balcony, Blue thumbs her thong down over her hips until it drops to her feet, catches on one of her heels. Steps out of it and flings it in Saber's direction, snapping on another pinched inhale-exhale of smoke, ]

You're a prick, Saber.

[masticated]

[he nicked a master key from the front desk – or more like he chatted the receptionist up long enough to get behind the desk and steal with one hand and grope with the other. short interactions like that are easy when they're desperate. he makes a promise he can't keep, takes the elevator to one of the suites, and walks through the room as though there isn't blood on the floor or a body on the couch.

the thong is caught before it hits him (or the floor) with a grin. he curls his fist around it, brings the fabric to his nose and inhales.]

Ah-huh. You smell different when you're scared.

[the thong is stuffed into his pocket, and he turns around to look at the scene. his stomach rumbles and he stifles a laugh.]

What the fuck happened here?

[confectioned]

[ Blue's too keyed-up to roll her eyes at him, the nicotine and the wind and adrenaline making her shiver, brows pinched together. She doesn't feel better now that Saber's here, but she does feel--something. Not alone. Less like a deer frozen in the middle of the road. ]

Breath didn't work on him. [ Meaning: she freaked out. She fucked up. It only doesn't work when she freaks out, when she starts to feel a lack of oxygen in her own lungs and the world spots white at the edges so she lets the other person go. It's a control thing they've been working on that Blue's still not good at.

She doesn't want to talk about it, and she doesn't want to smell the blood or look at the body slumped on the couch. Blue takes another drag, the filter wet in her mouth, her eyes stinging. Voice raspy, ]

Come here, baby. I said you could undress me.

[ When they got home. They should get out of here, and she wants to get out of here, but she also feels like throwing herself off the balcony. She feels like screaming. The next best thing is looking at Saber with wet eyes and a trembling bottom lip, half-bitten, hoping he'll take her mind off the mess she's made. ]

[masticated]

No shit.

[the glee plastered on his face switches quick, lines of his smile falling flat and unamused when he looks at her. emotions he makes a show of are just that: a show. when it doesn't immediately feed into something he can use or gain or kill (which falls into using) the waters of saber start getting murkier than usual.]

You want a reward for fucking up? That's fresh. [but he walks toward her like he's giving in, wrapping an arm around her shoulder and giving her a squeeze. his hand slides along her bicep, then latches on. she shouldn't feel reassured, since he's guiding her inside and closer to the body until they're right in front of it. if she tries to spin out of his grasp, his grip on her tightens.] You're gonna look at this for a minute. A real minute, got it? Look at it and count to sixty. And if you can make it to thirty without sheddin' another tear...

[saber dips his head to press his lips to her ear and murmur:]

I won't rub your face in it.

cw waterboarding/suicide attempt/dead body/etc etc

[confectioned]

[ No one thought Saber would be a good fit for her, because no one thinks Saber's a good fit for anyone. He's done worse than this to Blue already: dragged her from bed, held her head down in an ice bath until she either chokes or remembers how to not breathe, how to survive it. Her lungs so cold she can't feel them at all when he grabs a fistful of wet hair and she comes back up, gasping.

Blue probably seems delicate, breakable. Saber probably thinks he's making her worse, but she's not good. She's never been good. She should have died out on the lake ten years ago, under a dark sky with stones in the pockets of her nightgown. Almost made it until the cabin lights clicked on when the other girls realized there was someone out of bed.

She doesn't want to look at someone else's dead body. Not when she did it wrong. Blue does try to wrestle away from him, struggling even when Saber's grip on her tightens painfully because he's bigger and stronger than her by a lot. ]

No. [ Stubborn, her voice wobbling. Saber's warm and solid around her and the dead man stares back at them both, light gone from his eyes, blood still wet in the messy slit of his throat. It's cold enough with the balcony door open that he doesn't yet smell like rot but he still smells like blood, so much of it, metal so thick on the back of Blue's tongue that she can't even swallow.

The dead man has her face, blue and bloated from water. She closes her eyes, teeth chattering low enough she doesn't realize she's doing it, her whole body shaking in Saber's hold. He's gonna punish her for it, she knows. ]