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[overlies]

Who: makima and her pups. (good_mourning, centile, centi)
What: save makima 2023 (after a battle with sharon da silva driven to beasthood, makima barely makes it out of riteior's city alive. she calls upon her boys in her last ditch effort to survive).
When: late april!
Where: outside riteior's city.

Content Warnings: gore, violence by fire, violence in general, children being subjected to violence and endangerment.


[ corruption has ingrained too deep within her to do something immediate about her predicament. her omen was gone. she couldn't summon her. and even then, her memory was so clouded she barely knew what should be done. makima lays waste to a surprisingly even battle from within the outer confines of the blood-poisoned city. the massive corpse of a white beast lays riddling with holes, blasts of flesh exposing a coldblood interior or even just skin hanging off its frame by a single thread. its wings are crunched and broken like a butterfly's squeezes in one's hands— it was stopped, and defeated. as a price, makima herself lays in a dried mass of sparkling darkblood. it soaks the ground, soaks her clothes in a blow of charred flesh and glitter. plenty of her skin is burnt to a black crisp, and she barely breathes. the only thing she could do in her fighting, shallow gasps is a word that travels far and wide through a dangling chainlink that leads right to shigeo.

it should really be the other way around, but makima could bend her own contract to suit her. does she even remember she has a contract? that she lives with three teenage boys she's pampering for a greater occasion? no. she's aimless, though doesn't believe herself to be purposeless. they'll be safe with her. all of them. see? sharon's safe, now. her name was sharon, wasn't it?

it smells god awful here. the dusty scent of burning, rotting fruit is unbearable and leaves a metallic, tempting taste on the tongue. her core does ask, like a weak whisper in the wind straight into the ears of her contractee:

save me.

until then, she stays there, days away unless a lamp was used, wheezing through the drowning gurgle of her own blood filling her lungs and her undead eyes fixating into an eerie, random space. she manages to bleed fresh from the nose, mouth and pores when she tries again, with the remainder of her strength:

sunny.

ritsu.

save me, shigeo. ]

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[overlies]

[ it hurts, physically. the burns are great sores that still need some days to close, but makima quite likes when it hurts. not because there is a pleasure to it—

there's a vividness to it. where makima would react, she doesn't she doesn't have to, with the proper amount of control at her disposal. there's something sharon could do. oh, there's always something. but makima will not ask that of her now. she's not ready. she wants to be in full, healthy form. she wants to take her on with all the clarity and strength in the world. ]

Right now, only your company. [ it takes a moment for her to pull away from the arms that hold her, too. they were wonderful. she could stay in her arms for ages without lifting a finger. she could stay in that heat until she was made into charcoal. when she sees an incomplete human before her, it only makes her yearning all the greater. ] —There is one thing.

[ makima places her hands in her lap perfectly. oh, yes. she has a thing she wants, right at this moment. ]

[fogsong]

[ only your company. shit. those words were an arrow and makima hit a bullseye. sharon has to concentrate to keep from tearing up more than she already was and, by the time she's returned to her prior sitting position, she has to wipe at her eyes quickly to keep any tears from falling.

some part of her had been prepared for makima to lash out when she arrived and, instead, she received acceptance. the order destroyed her expectations when it comes to how others might treat her mistakes. one day, she might accept that. ]

What is it? [ there's an eagerness to her. sharon wants nothing more than to make up for her mistake; to make up for the damage she's caused. ]

[overlies]

[ to think sharon would imagine makima doesn’t notice. she does. oh hell, does she. but her actions would speak much louder that words, keeping a free hand to the woman’s leg. ]

I’ve been meaning to watch a film called “Thelma and Louise”. [ it’s a bit of an oldie, but not as old as many black-and-white classics makima watches. it’s a title from 1991, and . . . kind of a random choice, unless you’re a cinephile. like her!! ] Will you watch it with me?

that movie choice omg

[fogsong]

[ that catches her visibly by surprise and she sits up a little straighter in her seat before she cracks a smile. ] You-You wanna watch a movie? [ she doesn't know what she'd expected but... that wasn't it. she laughs lightly and nods. ]

Yeah, I'd love to watch it with you. [ sharon's seen the ending on some internet list before and knows the gist of the film but... she's never seen it before and, well, if this is what makima wants who is she to deny her? ]

there are no accidents

[overlies]

[ her smile grows in length, and that’s pretty much it. if there’s anything makima actually enjoys, it’s how she studies and imitates humans: through films. by watching actors play pretend on a stage to convince and entertain their viewers. she feels she can relate greatly to them in that regard. ]

There’re some snacks in the kitchen. [ if she prefers to munch. makima makes quite a few handmade delicacies, down to cookies, crackers and salted slices of potato baked to a perfect crispy finish. ] Have you seen it before?

[fogsong]

I think I'm good with just the wine. [ normally, she's quick to take makima up on snacks. the woman can cook. but sharon hasn't had much of an appetite lately. hell, it's as hard to sleep as it is to get up out of bed in the morning. she knows it'll pass. she's been recovering but she's not there yet. though, seeing makima healing, knowing the woman wasn't holding a grudge against her, was going to go a long way in helping her recover mentally.

at the question, she shakes her head. ] I only know how it ends. [ she holds her hand up, flat, and shoots it off her other hand like the car going over the side of the canyon. ] I've heard good things about it, though. It's always been on my 'to-watch' list.

[overlies]

[ oh, she can understand that. while picking out the movie on her omni and setting it up to project onto the wall in front of them, makima hums a tune that stretches her smile: ]

A fan of spoilers, are you?

[fogsong]

More like I'm a fan of list videos but... [ She grins shyly and shrugs her shoulders. ] I've read the last page of a book or two.

[overlies]

Tell me, [ before they start, for real: ] what’s your favorite movie?

[fogsong]

Carrie from 1976. [ she knows now why that movie always struck a cord with her but it's been her favorite since she was barely a preteen. even today, it's fucking good and she might relate a little too much to the protagonist. ] I never got around to seeing the remake.

[overlies]

I would recommend it, in that case.

[ oh, now sharon got her going! ]

Nine out of ten attempts at remaking a movie fall flat, but Carrie managed to bring better perspective to the original story. [ . . . actually! ] Why don’t we watch it next?

[fogsong]

I never would've pegged you as a movie buff, Makima. You're just full of surprises. [ It's cute, really, and makes her wonder what else about this woman she doesn't know. ] If you're up for another movie after, I'd love to watch it with you.