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 Posted: Sat Apr 06, 2013 2:58 pm
Avery Hollister had been heading to the library, for a late cram session with Libby, when she'd caught sight of bright, vibrant hair. It made her breath catch, before her mind processed the rest of the image. Green and white uniform, western design, those fitted pants on slim hips...
Sailor Pandora.
Just who Avery didn't want to see. Why? Because she couldn't resist taunting the order senshi, whose name she'd only learned so recently. The redhead looked like she was in a hurry, and Ave took the opportunity to duck into an alleyway, unobserved, before powering up. Of course, Sailor Pandora's only warning would be a brief spike of nearby dark energy, followed by the purr of Thyone's words.
"Hey, Pandy." The wicked, husky tone was easily carried on the cool, night air, the nickname stretched out into what was almost a drawl.
It was disturbing, the way the forces of chaos could teleport into existence or, in the instance of the dark mirror court, mirror-walk throughout the city, while order senshi were left to traditional methods of transportation. It created an air of paranoia that Thyone enjoyed exploiting, though she had yet to learn to teleport, herself.
Her grin flashed in the darkness, "And here I was, thinking tonight would be boring. I'm so glad you came along to play with."
A lie, but Pandora wouldn't know that.
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Posted: Sat Apr 06, 2013 3:00 pm
Pandora had just been musing over ways to improve movement, mainly running, in the tightly fit, white pants, when she stopped, blood rushing with an energy spike. Forcing her breathing to quiet, the Senshi trained her ear for youma, or footsteps.
Pandy.
A jolt of ice ripped along Pandora's spinal column. Chest rising and falling, she moved the rest of her body to directly face the threat. There, Thyone, richly colored skin; popping bust; and a twisted, devilish smirk. Pandora narrowed her eyes. Nothing on Thyone's face betrayed how she'd known.
"Play?" The words were rimmed with annoyance. "Is that what you think this is? We're not playing." Thyone surely knew that. She had known enough to be scared for a civilian's live. Liberty's life. Unless that, too, had been a ploy to jerk around her emotions and confuse her mind. How much did they know?
But it had felt so real. A burn in her throat came with immediate desire to fight. It roared up into her ears as she contemplated falling for such a ruse. It pushed Pandora's shoulders upright and she stood tall, proud, and strong, like a horse waiting for a cougar to challenge its feet.
"I don't have time for you, tonight." Avery would be waiting for her.
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Posted: Sat Apr 06, 2013 3:05 pm
"Oh, I think you do," Thyone's power sphere was fitting, though, she could easily have represented narcissism. Whether Pandora 'had' the
time or not was immaterial. She'd make the time.
A pout touched her full mouth, and she reached up to wrap an arm loosely around a light pole, finger tips slowly walking their way up the metal. "Maybe you're not playing," her eyes caught green, holding them briefly, before making their way down the other girl's frame, accessing her like something she was considering purchasing. "But that doesn't mean this isn't a game." Her head tilted, thoughtfully, "Really, Pandora, taking things so seriously is only going to make it hurt more when you, and your adorable, self-righteous friends, lose."
Oh, she was going to be late to the library. At least her friend was the forgiving kind. It was just too easy to make Pandora's face color with anger, to put her on the edge of losing control, and it gave Thyone a rush she couldn't easily walk away from.
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Posted: Sat Apr 06, 2013 3:30 pm
Pandora felt like meat thrown out onto a table for others to gawk at, bargain for. She could taste the bile in her mouth.
"If you touch them," the Senshi began, eyes following Thyone's fingers as they touched the length of the pole.
"I will hunt you down," Pandora finished. She meant it. While she had few friends in Order, those she had met she felt close to. They, especially Maia, had aided her in more ways than one. It was a solidity of which Thyone was likely incapable.
"If you really want a fight, get it overwith." The idea of punching Thyone was ludicrous, surely the corrupted Senshi knew that. Angry, threatened, and at the edge of her nerves, Pandora could still recall the way Thyone's voice had cracked. Pandora would not throw the first punch. "Otherwise, what is it you want?" The rising acrid taste in her throat was swallowed.
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Posted: Sat Apr 06, 2013 3:32 pm
Thyone's laugh was quick to come, pleased and genuine, and it released some of the tension in her muscles, eased her into releasing the pole and slipping away from the pool of light. There was the faint click of heels against the wet, dark pavement as she prowled closer to Pandora, tone almost light-hearted.
"Would you believe me if I said I have a little crush on you?" A quick, wolfish grin, one that did nothing to settle the flutter in her own stomach as she told, what she hoped was, a lie. Maybe it wasn't. But teasing was teasing, and she enjoyed watching Pandora struggle to control her anger. Anger made people stupid.
"Maybe I just wanted to catch your eye." She lifted a single shoulder in a movement that was almost too smooth to be a shrug. Fluid. "If that means I have to rough up a few of your friends, well."
Thyone smiled.
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Posted: Sat Apr 06, 2013 3:32 pm
Blood rushed to Pandora's face and she pushed air slowly through her teeth. "No." The answer was made with such haste, the senshi was not sure at first whether it had been an instinctual lie. A calm, logical part of her mind began to work out exactly what she believed and why. For the briefest of moments, the corner of her lip raised as she remembered the idea of the way Thyone had looked at her. Like she might any other thing she could possess, have, and play with. Meaningless.
And then Pandora thought about the dangerous part. What if Thyone did have a small crush on her? What if, somewhere in that confused mind, she wanted to like Pandora. Maybe the chaotic hold made one so crazy, they forgot how to feel, and how to express desire.
"I believe you think I'm attractive." Pandora forced herself to keep her tone even. "But that's hardly different from the next wild thing you believe you want." All of her was watching Thyone in its own way; there was a feeling of physical power, the sight of tension in muscles, the sound of footsteps, and the subtle pull of Thyone's body. Whether it was because she'd been emotionally caught, or that there was a power in the senshi that made Thyone desireable, Pandora's reasons for watching bare skin were not simply because of the intention to burn.
If that means I have to rough up a few of your friends, well.
The anger flooded further, but there was no wall to slam Thyone into this time. It didn't stop Pandora from reaching out, fingers snatching at the straps of a dark dress. It was a jerking tug towards her, breath hot, voice etched with a low threat.
"I'm not kidding. And I'm done playing."
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Posted: Sat Apr 06, 2013 3:35 pm
"Oh?" Thyone's tone was too low, heated, for it to be anything but dangerous, as her gaze caught on the flush of Pandora's cheeks, even as she smiled at the girl's firm, deliberately matter-of-fact tone. "You're something wild that I want, then?" Her eyes were bright in the darkness as she continued to move closer, from darkness into the pool of warm light Pandora had claimed as her own personal-space.
She watched her face change, and it saved her from surprise. The senshi of jealousy was anything but subtle, the anger effecting her entire person. Thyone didn't resist the tug, the momentum, instead using it as she forcefully continued the movement of her body to jam her fist toward Pandora's solar plexus, a second strike toward her abdomen.
Thyone needed to hit something, and she had a feeling that Pandora could empathize with the notion.
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Posted: Sat Apr 06, 2013 3:37 pm
There it was, that play, the strike. Pandora felt her breath rush out of her mouth, lungs compressed. But that wasn't what made her yell, a crumpled combination of word and surprise.
The Senshi reeled backwards, arm swinging in a powerful, but wild, upper-cut at Thyone's jaw. Hissing and spitting out anger and pain through her teeth, she managed a, "Green Eyes," and grabbed at Thy's exposed shoulders, the side of her neck.
If he caught purchase, Pandora's grip would be strong, like her life depended on keep a hold of the woman's flesh--in all truth, it just might.
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Posted: Sat Apr 06, 2013 3:40 pm
The upper-cut was a failure, glancing off of her as Thyone continued moving forward, following Pandora's back-peddaling body and tucking in close against her. Hands found her neck, her shoulder while she tackled Pandora, as they hit the concrete, the impact jarring, despite the "cushion" that the order senshi's body provided beneath her. So jarring, that it was a moment before she registered a new source of pain. Pandora's skin against her own was hot. Too hot.
It seared.
She hissed between her teeth at the burn that crawled its way up her neck, her own fingers clawing at Pandora's grip. That hurt, too. It was getting hotter, scorching her skin and crawling beneath it. She was on fire. Her pupils shrunk to a pinprick, her violent reaction without thought.
Her hands turned to fists, and they found themselves directed to the body pinned below, her bare knees pressing so hard into the concrete that bits of gravel had dug into her flesh. It didn't help the fire, and desperately, she grabbed either side of Pandora's burning face and bent to press their lips together, setting her own mouth on fire as she cried out, "Maenad's Kiss!"
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Posted: Sat Apr 06, 2013 3:41 pm
Pandora's head did not have a cushion, and it spun. While her eyes did not blur, she found it impossible to focus on Thyone's face, her fingers squeezing hard at the little she had to grip onto. Things started to whiten, and then, finally returned to normal.
Her hands gave up on their hold, tried to grab fists instead. But Thyone had her secure, motion restricted by heavy weight, and the quick, stabbing pain that shot up her side every time she shifted. It didn't stop Pandora from the struggle, and it wasn't until hands found either side of her face that the pair stopped landing hits.
The kiss hit her hard, and though she had expected it, the self-defensive sink of her teeth into a lower lip turned into nothing more than a roughened tug. Pandora sucked in a hard breath when Thyone had released her head enough to lean it back. There was weight on her hips, pressing down against her, a mirror to her aggression The funny throb in the back of her head was dulled, flooded by her own adrenaline; it was no longer an aggravant, but a pleasant reminder that Thyone fought back.
Horrible, cruel Thyone. The girl who, today, smelled thick. Like sweat, anger, and the tangy, spicy kick of repressed desire. Rough moments in the backseat of a truck. Pandora hated her, but all the angry thoughts she mustered ended on those full lips, the tight curls of dark hair, and scared, hazel eyes. And she thought, for just a moment, that only Thyone could save her from those thoughts.
So Pandora leaned up, kissing Thyone harder. A hand had found the back of the woman's neck instead, pulling her into it. There was a burning tingle in Pandora's mouth that made her whisper out a quiet sound of contentment. It was the spell; she knew it was the spell. Pandora didn't care.
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Posted: Sat Apr 06, 2013 3:46 pm
The burning stopped, and as the white hot pain faded, Thyone became all too aware of another, equally unwanted, equally terrifying sensation. The noise in her throat wasn't pleasure, but fear, a protest as she found herself unable to pull away from a kiss that grew more aggressive.
Panic set in.
This wasn't what Thyone wanted. Her attack was supposed to make her opponents docile, compliant! Last time, Pandora had simply stood there, dumbfounded, and later, Liberty had gone along with whatever Thyone told her. Now, she found it back-firing, and it scared her. Her struggle changed from subtle to wild in seconds, hands searching for weak points on Pandora's stronger body, shifting against the slim hips that were trying to push closer. "No," she gasped, desperate when she found a moment for air, and her hand glowed, plunging through the front of the redhead's uniform to her starseed, an attack she'd only done in training -- up to this point.
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Posted: Sat Apr 06, 2013 3:50 pm
"Hey," Pandora's voice was quiet, riddled in confusion. A blow that struck her throat quickly cut the rest of it off.
The Senshi's hands, both knocked away from Thyone, and pulled of their own means, slid down those aggressive arms instead. The ones that resonated they were shaking so hard. Why?
"It's alright," she tried to whisper in response, but it was muted, turned into a soft outward breath as a fist penetrated into her chest. Pandora's wrist found Thy's hand, her subconscious understanding this was bad far more than her conscious wanted to.
Hair tossed, draping over the two of them, Thyone looked nothing but disturbed. Did she even know what she was doing? Pandora's hand clenched at that wrist; it didn't hurt as much as she remembered. Perhaps, she could pull Thyone's hand out slowly, talk the woman out of it. Wanting to kiss her changed from wanting to hold the corrupted, ease that fear away. Protect.
"Thy--" she started.
The last of the magic drained from her blood, and the rest of the slipped-name turned into a gasping, cracking sound. Pandora's hand turned white where it squeezed Thyone's wrist, clenching harder and harder as her body twisted and tried to pull into a fetal position. Last time, she had blacked out, but her body wasn't giving her that option now. It made her fight for every last breath.
"Let go." The residual emotional high made her brain assume Thyone would listen. When no immediate response came, she was louder, more desperate, and once again angry, "LET GO."
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Posted: Sat Apr 06, 2013 4:01 pm
Pandora's soft, soothing voice, like that toward a startled animal, slipped through her mind like a refreshingly cool sip of water down the throat. It eased the fear that had coiled into a hard, defensive pit in her belly, that hand that found her attacking wrist gentle, sure.
She found her desire to get away fading, her panic retreating into nothing more than an increased heartbeat, and perhaps, if they'd had a moment or two longer, Thyone might have let go before Pandora's pleasure had become pain.
It was sickening, the sound of Pandora's voice breaking, as nauseating as the pain that lanced through Thyone's wrist as it quickly became bruised under the senshi of jealousy's tightening grip. It felt as if it might shatter, and Thyone couldn't hear or feel or think anything else until--
LET GO
The command jump-started her pulse and thoughts and she released the starseed, yanking her hand out and scrambling backwards, off of Pandora's writhing body, both bruised and scraped where they lay on the concrete. Her wrist was still cruelly shackled, and when her words of her attack fell from her lips, they were encased in a sob.
"Maenad's Kiss!" Thyone blew, and the now familiar golden light cascaded upon Pandora.
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Posted: Sat Apr 06, 2013 4:05 pm
Pandora was unaware of her death-grip, swallowed up in the ripping pain of her chest. No amount of air in her lungs was enough, but she kept trying, faster and faster until her rough, heavy breathing gave her something to concentrate on.
She heard Thyone's voice, and was vaguely aware that anything was better than going through that spell again. Finally releasing that wrist, Pandora's attempt to pull away was unsuccessful, and the air smelled fresh, cool like a coming winter. The air finally reached her lungs, and she felt immediately nauseous.
Do not throw up in front of Thyone. Do not.
Green eyes moved over to Hedonism, and Pandora simply started listing things she saw out loud to make her brain start working again. It made her really look at Thyone, and the acid in her stomach welled up.
"You're torturing me." Pandora decided, all at once. What did Thyone want. What the hell did she want? Pandora wanted to be angry, but try as she might, she couldn't. It was like being unable to get out of a particularly deep chair, and every attempt was exhausting.
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