deercountry | can't relax at all these days [temp closed]

Who: Anna Amarande and you!
What: February event catchall
When: February
Where: Anna's house, more locations as they come in

Content Warnings: Violence, violence a second time, sexual content, more as they come in

a. a dream plays a song out of tune [closed to satoko and kainé]

Well, texting a witch who looks several years her junior for 2AM cuddle sessions is not necessarily Anna's best plan, but she doesn't really know anyone else who's good for it. She could ask her new roommate, sure, but... ha. Yeah, right, like K is interested in cuddling. She'd probably just call Anna a fucking loser and tell her to go hug a pillow. Which leaves this text hanging in the air.

Satoko.
You wanna come over?

And, because she can't just leave it at that, she sends something else that should probably already be obvious a moment later. It must be something about the moon this month that's making her chest ache for physical contact. Maybe it's just February. She hasn't had a reason to celebrate the 14th in a long time and doubts anyone around here celebrates it either, but that doesn't stop her mind from wandering.

Having another rough night.

Now to wait. Should she warn Satoko about anything? Probably not.

((right now this is closed but i will add more open prompts as my brain begins to work better))

Threaded | Flat

b. i'm sick of all the lies [for kainé]

[on most nights, anna wouldn't be in this kind of state. on most nights, she'd be able to call satoko over again—especially now that she won't get beaten up immediately. but tonight, it's a combination of her blood, the emotions running deep inside her, the desire to let her secrets out somehow, and the fact that these urges are definitely, absolutely, one hundred percent not ones that she can leave in satoko's care that bring her to the state she's in tonight.]

[namely, her shirt hiked halfway up her body and her hand between her bare legs. the things she's thinking, she knows she shouldn't say, and that urge to punish herself for them is only getting stronger the longer she tries to get herself off. she knows she's not being quiet. she's not crying out any names, no, but when she closes her eyes she can imagine someone on top of her, holding her down and thrusting into her. it's her roommate. it shouldn't be. it shouldn't be, but it's kainé in her mind's eye and it makes her hate herself. she bites her lip hard, trying to make herself bleed even a little. any sort of reprieve. anything. all it does is make her realize how little her fingers compare to the real thing. she moans again, louder, almost begging kainé to hear.]

[ when anna texts at two in the morning - waking satoko up, needless to say - she's of two minds. on the one hand, anna is a confidant and a friend, or at least as close as someone so much younger could possibly be, and it wouldn't do to leave a friend in need. on the other, it is two in the morning and satoko is greatly tempted to pretend she saw nothing.

she gets up, of course, responding with a subdued: ]

Of course.
I'll be there soon.

[ they both live near one another - the same building, even. it's simplicity itself to retrace those familiar steps by now, even in the pitch black. she sneaks through her own bedroom; locks it with silent motions. and with hardly any further notice, she finds herself in front of anna's front door. she lifts her hand to the door-

-and hesitates. she has a roommate now, doesn't she? that woman with the white hair. it wouldn't do to wake her up. she moves quietly, slipping the spare key she's been given into the lock and undoing it with a single click.

and with that, she pulls the door open. no need to fret - after all, she's done this before. this time will be no different. ]

cw sexual content

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