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 Posted: Fri Jul 28, 2017 8:19 am
It was her unspoken fear that drew Syn's attention again. She began to scoot closer.
"I wanted to prowl the commons," she sighed, "but the water beasts deny me the pleasure. I miss hunting things, vaguely. The chase, the thrill of it. Protection is all well and good, but I don't get to sink my teeth into things often as a result of it." The most Syn had gotten recently was Dawson's fierce demonstration in the half-dream against the thing that had nearly killed America.
"He should get mad more," the chimera said idly, grinning lazily at the memory. "Don't you agree? He's terrible in battle, but he fights like a wounded animal when pushed. Perhaps if you pushed him enough, he'd treat you as roughly as you wanted."
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Posted: Fri Jul 28, 2017 8:42 am
Her eyes flickered quickly to meet Syns, and then looked away. Her cheeks turned a vicious crimson flush as she was reminded that there was no secret between her and Dawson that Syn did not know. "I don't need that, anymore." She huffed out, trying to sound nonchalant and failing miserably. "I grew out of it. It's dangerous."
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Posted: Fri Jul 28, 2017 9:47 am
"You're still a little ghoul inside," Syn half said, half hissed. Not loud, yet almost in her ear. "You haven't outgrown anything."
She suddenly went still, and then her tongue briefly stuck out in disgust as a though hit her. "You weren't kidding about the Daddy thing at all, were you."
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Posted: Sun Aug 06, 2017 4:43 pm
Maebe knew she'd outgrown many things, but that did not mean she was done growing. Not by a longshot. Her face twisted in anger and she shot up straight. "You're going too far, Syn." She snapped out hotly. "I've got many weird kinks, but a daddy kink isn't one of them."
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Posted: Sun Aug 06, 2017 9:48 pm
Her ears flattened, but if anything, she was delighted to see the fire in Maebe's eyes. It was always more exciting to deal with active prey rather than a despairing one.
"I haven't gone far enough," Syn retorted, nostrils flaring. "There is no limit where I am concerned. It's only for his sake that I don't take you apart, Maebe Grace Bertrand." Could golems even do that? It didn't matter. "Just because he won't inflict vengeance for the pain you put him through before doesn't mean I won't."
What did it matter if some or most of that pain had been self-inflicted? Self-invited upon? Syntyche was a weapon, broken down and forged for one purpose only. Anyone other concerns were meaningless.
"Good enough isn't good enough," she said. "You fled at the sight of that little ghoul. I can't suffer a weakling who won't face reality."
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Posted: Sun Sep 10, 2017 11:26 pm
"Well then I've got good news for you, Syn." There was a tightness to the way she'd said the weapons name, as though she'd wanted to call her something else. Something far less appropriate. She stood up and put her hands on her hips, bearing down on the other woman. " You don't get to bear me at all. You get to hop right back into Dawson, quick as you can, and do your damn job. Because I'm not in love with you. I'm in love with him. So ******** grow up already."
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