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Less Tongue, I'll Lead
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2024-11-11 15:06:29
Seprai HarleI wish I could let y'all know my thought process through writing Heidi's kiss with Zavere >< Anyway, let me know your thoughts on the relationship between those two. And don't forget to vote geeeemmms! Thank you in advance!
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To Put A Leash On The Master   Deception ~ Te Amo
Weâll end up having a late lunch. But the time spent in the overpass is worth it.Honestly, I didnât want to leave. Maybe we should have stayed longer. OrâĶâHaving a home in a place like Luli Overbridge would be exotic. Become a pet to the doves,â Zavere utters out of nowhere, and I wouldâve burst out laughing if I werenât cautious that we are in one of the most classic restaurants in the world.âIs that what itâs called? Luli Overbridge,â I say instead. That gets me a side-eye from the man.âYou have been in Alloy all your life, Heidi.ââAnd? Iâve not had the opportunity to flex a free one like youâve done withâĶ your brother. So far, Iâm only familiar with Alloy's main city and Braevalle.â I glance around the restaurant, then I stare at my fingers. ThenâĶ I look at the hectic city beyond the glass barriers of the building for a while. All to avoid meeting with Zavereâs devouring eyes. And yet he keeps staring, sitting opposite me, relaxed in his chair with his right hand on the table.
āļāļĢāļąāļāļāļĢāļļāļāļĨāđāļēāļŠāļļāļ : 2024-11-12To Put A Leash On The Master   I Hate Myself
âHe lives, I feel it,â Zavere says after taking his time. âHeâs alive, but there is silence. He doesnât feel anythingâĶ massive.âI donât get what heâs trying to say, but I guess he does have some connection with his twin? âYou feel something when he does?ââNot just something. It has to be big. Like an intense pain or pleasure.â More like the intense pain of his victims, and the intense pleasure of the motherfucker.âMaybe you should have felt his âintense hatredâ when he committed that murder?â I ask calmly, looking down at my soup while stirring it with a spoon. However, when I look up, I feel like my food could hang in my throat as I find Zavere staring at me with a blank face, again. That rouses my rage. âOh, you did, and you said, âOh hey! Heâs my brother. Heâs having a little fun with some dummy humans, so why not?ââ I realize Iâve just caused a commotion. All eyes are now on us. Jeez! What is wrong with me? Why do I keep blaming Zavere? Why do I blame every fucking thing in th
āļāļĢāļąāļāļāļĢāļļāļāļĨāđāļēāļŠāļļāļ : 2024-11-13To Put A Leash On The Master   To Go Up Or Not
The elevator would have been better closed than not.Maybe the system has malfunctioned, or Iâm the problem. After all, I will not deny that my head is scrambled, torn between two choices; to go up or... Fuck it!Going up is the best option to end this restlessness once and for all. But so many things would go wrong, especially as my girl is there and this rage in me wants to stab thorns in her flesh.I should not let that happen, should I? I have to protect her, even if it takes me killing myself, which I bloody canât!Her face, artless and mild with sparkly eyes, flashes before me. She is standing beside the panel, signaling for me to get up. And I do. She then motions me to approach. I still do, but miss the part where she frowns, blood streaming down her eyes as anger swirls in them alongside hateâmassive disgust.The scissors in her hand are not far from my neck. They make contact, yet the pain is not even near as intense as what I am feeling from the sight itself. And Iâm taken
āļāļĢāļąāļāļāļĢāļļāļāļĨāđāļēāļŠāļļāļ : 2024-11-14To Put A Leash On The Master   Frosty The Snowman
âFrosty the SnowmanâĶ was a jolly happy soulâĶ with a corncob pipe and a button noseâĶ and two eyes made out of coalâĶâClock Chimes.Singing Birds.Loud Giggles.Running Footfalls.And my perfectly clear vision of a busy morning full of snow and Christmas rubbish.How I reached about two hundred kilometers from the company building on foot might be a mystery to living folks, but the dead cannot deny how short a journey can become.It is never a wonder why this part of the country has not awoken to the dawn of complete modernity, forever reserved for all things retroâcould be attributed to the fact that Christmas smells and looks better on these streets that have basic terracotta buildings lining each side of the brick road.Parked cars along the right side of the road are my support as I trudge through the snow, stumbling at intervals but halting when tiny quintuplets run into my way. Canât differentiate the looks of these humans sometimes, especially the little ones, their eyes wide as
āļāļĢāļąāļāļāļĢāļļāļāļĨāđāļēāļŠāļļāļ : 2024-11-15To Put A Leash On The Master   These Feelings I Still Breed
~ HEIDI ~This headache will mince my brain to nice little cubes sooner than Iâm able to find a painkiller in one of these fucking drawers.There used to be many of themâthe painkillers, I meanâusually on the table, under the pillows, in the wardrobe, in the drawers, even on the damn floor. How I cannot find one when everything else in the room remains the same is not a mystery, but unsettling.âFuck. I canât be arsed,â I mutter just as my phone dings on the bed.Sitting on the floor and resting my back against the bed, I go through the meager, little thing that wonât stop buzzingâhappens Reverse Hunter sent a message; âMight not be back for a while. Do not dare miss your meals.âOh, ZavereâĶThe guyâs so fucking nice that he cannot stop caring about me. Meanwhile, the bastard on whom Iâve wasted so much time, tears, and feelings havenât once asked how I felt since we met. Instead, he dropped a boulder into a stream of lava. Fucking joker.The phone doesn't render comfort, yet I find it
āļāļĢāļąāļāļāļĢāļļāļāļĨāđāļēāļŠāļļāļ : 2024-11-23To Put A Leash On The Master   Frankincense
Holy shit! Iâve just now discovered that my cellphone is in the envelope too. How did it get here?âI thought Saturn destroyed this,â I say, checking the device for damage. Thankfully, it looks as good as I last saw it.âHunter had it taken back,â Zavere responds before the elevator ushers in a middle-aged woman who I suppose is the cleaner.She takes the glass pieces from him, puts them in the bin then goes ahead to clean up the mess the motherfucker made on the floor.Keeping the phone and putting away the rest into the envelope, I clutch my duvet tighter. I want to lie back but then I donât want to. I also feel like I need to be alone for a long time. BUTâĶ Zavereâs presence manages to tone that one down a bit.I guess him standing there while looking at me gives me peace. And that is something Iâve not had in a veryâĶ long time.âI donât know what to do withâĶâ I pause and sigh as I look at the envelope, wishing I could get far from it. âWhat am I supposed to do with this?âZavere shr
āļāļĢāļąāļāļāļĢāļļāļāļĨāđāļēāļŠāļļāļ : 2024-11-25To Put A Leash On The Master   Less Tongue, I'll Lead
Each person holds out something in our direction: some an image of their deceased, others a banner with the words âJustice for (...)â written on it. Different names, different faces, different pain. My vision gets blurry. Voices whisper inaudibly in my head as it aches. A thousand needles prick my skin, hellbent on deactivating autonomic nerves while triggering anotherâemotions, flocking in like a swarm of disturbed fish. And if Zavere hadnât interfered, I would have been lost in the maze thatâs my own mind.âHey, come on. Look at me,â he whispers, the hand on my thigh caressing. But then he makes a bigger gesture; facing me, leaning in and grabbing my chin to turn my face toward his. âTrust me, Heidi, youâll be fine.âI shake my head continuously. âIâĶ I donât think soâĶâ What Zavere said is an underrated lie. This anxietyâs always going to be there, haunting me, reducing the woman I thought I was with every attack. So, no, Zavere. I will not be fine.âShh. Youâve just got to breathe
āļāļĢāļąāļāļāļĢāļļāļāļĨāđāļēāļŠāļļāļ : 2024-12-01To Put A Leash On The Master   Deception ~ Te Amo
Weâll end up having a late lunch. But the time spent in the overpass is worth it.Honestly, I didnât want to leave. Maybe we should have stayed longer. OrâĶâHaving a home in a place like Luli Overbridge would be exotic. Become a pet to the doves,â Zavere utters out of nowhere, and I wouldâve burst out laughing if I werenât cautious that we are in one of the most classic restaurants in the world.âIs that what itâs called? Luli Overbridge,â I say instead. That gets me a side-eye from the man.âYou have been in Alloy all your life, Heidi.ââAnd? Iâve not had the opportunity to flex a free one like youâve done withâĶ your brother. So far, Iâm only familiar with Alloy's main city and Braevalle.â I glance around the restaurant, then I stare at my fingers. ThenâĶ I look at the hectic city beyond the glass barriers of the building for a while. All to avoid meeting with Zavereâs devouring eyes. And yet he keeps staring, sitting opposite me, relaxed in his chair with his right hand on the table
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To Put A Leash On The Master   An Accomplice Of Darkness
The hallway echoes the footfalls of stomping darkness.But as the mute walls give way to the caress of a slow and brooding piano motif, the huge, two-way door at the hallwayâs end brings us the pleasantries of a room screaming sanity and proper celebrations.A descent of steps in front of me leads to the dance floor, where pillars are still but bodies swing. With the roof high and âunending, the floors are as slippery as the devilâs tongue, absolutely unfit for a person to walk on.Except these arenât people. No, theyâre not. They look âparadisiacal. Vibrant despite the hallâs caliginous state.As the ladies trip the light fantastic to a hypnotic rhythm, their bowl dresses swirl around their feet, their long and colorful strands like air behind them. The smiles capturing their countenances tell the tales of their light minds, charming the gents who look graceful in patterned tailcoats over black pants.Their light tones unite to battle the funereal aura of the hall, somehow nearly kil
To Put A Leash On The Master   Turn Me Above A Fire
Not a familiar name, that one. Iâve heard nothing of it until now.Maybe he didnât make it to the history books. It could be about the empire; history must have registered the empire instead.But I must find a way of asking about it without compromising myself. That way, I can also note this womanâs level of intelligence.âUmâĶâ I clear my throat, shuffling to the stool I once sat on and placing my hands on it to drop my weight. âMy âexperimentsâ have eaten most of my time, and Iâm probably too exhausted to recall a lot ofâĶ things.â Wait. Do I sound medieval enough? âDid I... have any plans for today?â Does she understand? Sheâs looking at me with her lips slightly parted, and I think itâs disbelief, especially since her hands have stopped working.âQueva,â she says, then rests against the counter. âFinish the Battle of Cutting Seas, conquering Queva. Then... celebrate... with the emperor. Your experimentâs progress has not fared well of late, and you needed to ease your mind. Seeing
To Put A Leash On The Master   Dead And Alive
HEIDI.The rich, warm scent of soil, of fresh rain on earth, reminds me of how it feels to be alive.It looks to me like Iâve been thrown into a random fiction seriesâdark fantasy, to be precise. Should I say itâs the underworld? Nah. The underworld wouldnât look this good. Heaven wouldnât be this bad(?) either. Between? Maybe. But I canât recall whether Philosophers mentioned a place between the two.Regardless of what this is, itâs a surety that Iâm dead. Its near ruin of greys and ashes, mists and moisture, stones and bristled grounds, only makes me thank my shoesâand a soul that had formed a sole to tread on melting metal.I find Iâm standing in a lone and narrow medieval street that looks like a painting, flanked by dark, imposing brick buildings. Their pointed roofs give me chills, especially as they look as if they could pierce the looming, twilight grey sky until it releases the clouds upon my very head.Speaking of the sky, I donât know if I should tag it sunless or moonless.
To Put A Leash On The Master   Lunacy Meets Obsession
âAnother blood oath? I resisted the first,â I say as I look at the Umbra Crown who is suddenly bearing an excited demeanor.âAh, ah. This one is different.â He rubs his index and thumb fingers like a chef warming up for his next delicacy, disappearing and appearing in the fog while scurrying around pillars. He suddenly stops close to me, sniffing near my neck. âIt is likeâĶ an awakening. Hah!âThen he vanishes again.When he comes back, itâs with a ring this time, one the size of his head. Its property is unknown, but it shimmers with lights that seem alive, looking like a colorful snake slithers inside it.The object could break if it falls; that is how fragile it looks. The Realmâs Future, they call it. It is also the only thing with color in the Labyrinth, aside from the Umbra Crownâs golden eyes that are now peering at my face pores.âNo,â I mutter when he tries to crown me with the ring. I know what it does to people. It deceives. âDo not manipulate me with that thing again.ââO
To Put A Leash On The Master   Hunter's POV
HUNTER.There is a forlorn whistle; a tune sounding like a call for help, only, itâs not that.It is a birdâTapiâs Fury. A creature of the dark, built like the nightingale, with a song as loud as the latterâs. Itâs never found in the human world or the Realm. Tapiâs Furys are known to exist only in the Labyrinth of Shadowsâa dreaded dwelling created by the legendary sorcerer, Tapi, to shield Kings of the Realm from the talons of Firnes.It has endless pillarsâof roughly stacked stonesâspread out in rows through the Labyrinth, all leaving four paces between each other.The pillarsâ tops reach the sky where they disappear in black clouds of rumbling mess, while their bases are rocks shaped like vines, stretching out as roots on the dry, rough ground.One distinctive feature of the Labyrinth is its colorless nature.Diverse smell is not a leisure either.One could wear whatever scent they liked. As strong as it may be, it all ends in a blast of roasted earth breathing in the wake of a b
To Put A Leash On The Master   The Last Sound I Hear
My carâs parked across the road with me in the driverâs seat. Whiteâs main company building overlooks us, the road partition and the crowd serving as my only blockade to it.I should ride into the buildingâs garage. Itâs safer now, after all, as the police are now limiting the severity of violence and have placed barriers so the crowd wonât obstruct people getting in and out of the building.But Iâm still feeling like a tightrope walker; afraid of so many things at once that I canât begin to point them out.And yet whatâs more disturbing is the wailing throng. Their famished appearances, coupled with the fact that most have slept here for days because they canât return home and be reminded of their deceased loved one is enough to drive even the cold-hearted to sympathy. Hunter excluded.While watching the hectic scene, I notice an odd person cut through the crowd into the building. I only saw their backside. Yet, regardless of them being fast, I caught that the person was a male.He wo
To Put A Leash On The Master   Put A Leash On The Master
âHow do you feel?âNot fine.âLike you should fuck off?âThe man behind me huffs. He should try moving to my front so I can fucking ask him why heâs everywhere at once.âAre you always in such a foul mood?â he asks, prompting me to turn back. And there he stands; the one guy I know whose smile can force bile up my throat.âYou only happen to meet me when Iâm the most offended,â I snap. âBlame it on your ill luck.ââEven at the restaurant?âI squint my eyes as if warning him to vomit whatever he has in mind or Iâll bite. âWhat restaurant?ââNew Yearâs Eve. KF restaurant.â I pout before the man adds, âIn the male bathroom?âBloody male restroom? How the fuck did we meetâ ohâĶ Oh! That was him? The buzzcut guy that I didnât care to look twice at! No wonder I kept feeling like I knew him from somewhere.I take the opportunity to register the rest of him, though I try not to stare hard or heâll deem me a pervert.All I can say is that his name fits his looks. Also, the mystery in his aura s
To Put A Leash On The Master   Thrown So Low
Walking away this time, I am sure as hell not stopping if the man behind me tells me to.I donât like his guts, thatâs one thing. Another is the look on his face whenever he regards me; smug, with a smile that never seems to fade. However, itâs a good thing heâs not tall, dark, and handsome like a certain vicious man. And he looks good nevertheless. Just a tiny message across to Hunter reminding him one more time that heâs not the god he thinks he is.The drive back to White Cosmetics wasnât a smooth one. It seemed as if the number of people joining the protest increased per hour. And itâs not even half the population still considering it.Last week, I didnât realize how hectic resuming work was, but today it hit me. A few days ago, Iâd be mopping the floors of Saturnâs or Morton's room while sneaking my phone out from time to time to chat with Hunter. And I enjoyed those momentsâĶ more than anything.Now Iâm sitting behind a desk that holds so many taxing memories, hellbent on grabbin
To Put A Leash On The Master   A Losing Game
Todayâs Monday is Monday as usual.One could be overlooked on Tuesdays, Wednesdays, Thursdays, and Fridays, as their presence could have been familiarizedâor something like that. No one bothers to care when they walk by.However, on Mondays, the dust brought up during the weekends is left unsettled, eliciting side-eyes and whispers when one reappears. Aside from that though, Mondays are naturally terrible. I donât know the kind of jinx bound to it, but Iâm pretty certain the same power has me in its grip as I enter the conference room.There strike the stares, making up for where the whispers do not. These folks were loud just seconds ago. Now the only sound in the hall is from my shoes.My seat creaks when I sit down. Surely, it appreciates the daredevil aura of my presence as I cross my legs, lean back, and place my elbows on the handrest.So, where were we?A hand supporting my jaw allows me to look carefully at a few peopleâs facesâtheir grey hairs, their wrinkles; I donât know if
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