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

[hauntedsavior]

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))

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[hauntedsavior]

[anna opens the door to her room and staggers out, her hair a mess and a shocked look on her face. the voices are familiar, but it's the words that get her. not letting anyone lay a finger on her? kainé said that? is this really even... oh, goddammit, she's going corrupt. fuck. that'll make this harder. she presses her hand against the doorframe and shouts at both of them.]

Shut the fuck up! Stand down, K, that's my friend!

[loopsbian]

[ satoko's fist comes up, and as small and pathetically human as it is she intends to use it to her fullest-

-and then anna staggers out. finally. satoko keeps her fist balled, but lets it drop as she spits out- ]

You should have told me you had a guard dog, Miss Amarande.

[ she spits out a bit of blood along with the invective. well - it should be blood. now that she gets a chance to see it, it's more like a coagulated glitter. goodness, how revolting. ]

[foulhussy]

[ Kainé glares up at Satoko, but then looks up at Anna, and her expression softens slightly. She could throttle this intruder right now, choke the life out of her... but she goes slack. She doesn't understand the situation. She doesn't understand or trust anything.

But Anna cares about this person, right? (More than she'll ever care about Kainé, just here to ogle at and cook for her) So the wary paranoia doesn't leave her eyes, but she makes no further moves towards violence. Even if that bitch did just spit in her face. Gross. She wipes it off with the back of her hand, more of her own blood smearing across her cheeks. ]

You coulda told me you're friends with an insane bitch who breaks into people's windows.

[hauntedsavior]

Why didn't you just use the door?

[part of her suspects why. if this is the state that kainé is in already, then there must be... a history. she can't speak its name, and her eye focuses on satoko with that careful knowledge behind it.]

Stop fucking beating each other up. Kainé, go hit the goddamn shower or something. And if this is the way the rest of my night's gonna go, you can head back home, Satoko. Jesus fucking Christ, I'm sorry I asked. [she narrows her eye at her roommate.] You could ask me before you decide to start fighting for my honor next time.

[loopsbian]

I tried that the first few times.

[ why bother hiding it? it isn't as if she plans to stay here, after all. she has no interest in being rushed to a medic when she starts puking up blood in the next hour or so, assuming there was no critical organ damage in the taller woman's punches. (just how strong is she?)

she stands up, brushing herself off with what dignity she can muster. ]

Rest assured, Miss Amarande. I don't intend to leave your night in shambles.

[foulhussy]

[ The first few times? Kainé doesn't understand anything. If this girl is really a friend, why is she sneaking in? Why is Anna okay with that? She sits up, pale and vacant as she tries to scan Anna for any fragments of meaning. ]

Anna...?

[ But why bother? The force of those words collide into her with devastating force. She doesn't even care that Kainé was trying to defend her. Dismissed the very idea of it. She'd die for Anna, and that woman would just consider it inconvenient, wouldn't she? She doesn't want to believe that, but how can she not? These past few days, when she's suffered and started to go corrupt, Anna never lifted a finger. She'd just make awkward small talk and leer at her. Is that why she really took her in?]

...Whatever. [ She gets to her feet, the flow of blood suddenly slowing as she uses her power. ] I'm cleaning up before another crazy fucker comes in to make more of a mess. Give a shout if you're getting murdered. Or don't.

[hauntedsavior]

No, K, I—

[she reaches out, but it's too fucking late. fine. whatever. nice going, amaranth. blew the hell out of this shit all over again. her body slumps and she presses her forehead against the doorframe, letting her arms dangle. how many times is this now? how many times is it just tonight that she's ruined it? that her stupid fucking greed over wanting to be anything but lonely led to this?]

[she looks past kainé and back to satoko. she doesn't say anything. begging's already gotten her this far.]

1/2

[loopsbian]

[ she doesn't have to say anything. she didn't even need to in the first place - satoko already intended to go back, didn't she? still, satoko recognizes that look, plain and clear.

maybe anna will recognize the look in hers, too: a resigned pity, far more gentle than she'd like to admit. ]

Oh, don't look at me like that. [ she presses her fingers together, into that familiar position. ] Never let it be said I'm not a kind witch.

[ she snaps. ]