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beautifulend) wrote2020-11-05 06:43 pm
beautifulend) wrote2020-11-05 06:43 pm
Memory 7 🌙 Trust
You may be a beast, but you know a few things. For example:
you know your place.
you know who your Master is.
you know that no matter what, Luna loves you.
and you know that there is no difference between love and violence.
So maybe that's why you came out here, alone. You snuck out of camp in the middle of the night without your pack, to confront your Master.
They want to save her. They don't know how, and instead would trust a puppetmaster to lead them to the right answer. They never will, because they're all too soft, too weak. The two Solars don't even remember what it was like back then - how much effort was poured into what was ultimately a failed attempt to bring order to chaos and stop the inevitable. They think a triumph of good will cause the sun to shine once more, and that'll be that.
You growl under your breath, ears swiveling as you try to pinpoint your Master's location.
If it was as easy as winning, Luna would've saved Creation by now. No - if the Silver Goddess' dream is to come true, the slate must first be wiped clean. This Creation never had a chance. You know that now.
Suddenly, behind you, is a crushing presence. You don't have to look to know who it is, but a voice confirms:
"My dear, what are you doing?"
Your Master. Your mate. You freeze, gritting your teeth.
"You called for me."
"Oh! I did, yes. We need to talk. My master is getting rather impatient, so I'd like it if you came with me to run a few errands -"
You snarl, whirling to snap your jaws at her. She just leans back slightly, pushing you back with a finger on your nose. You unsheathe your claws, and she just laughs, unmoving.
"See, I thought that might be your response. Don't worry, I don't intend to hand you over to him. He believes - ah. Knows, rather, that you'll do as I ask of you without me needing to. See? I'm trying to protect you, dearest. The pool is dark and deep and you've only been wading in it. It'd pain me terribly to see you take the plunge. So..."
"I - don't want to - "
You tremble, weakly reaching out for her chest. You can...you can rip her heart out, right here, right now, it can be over, you can -
She pouts her lip, and takes your clawed hand in one of her own. With her other, she cups your cheek, and stares deep into your eyes.
"â– â– â– â– â– â– â– â– â– â– â– â– . My beloved. My good girl. My precious treasure. Trust me."
You -
---
"Aria, please -"
You're angry. Angrier than you have been in years. You can't believe she's trying to convince you that this is okay, that it's going to be alright, that the two of you should just sit around while the others do such blatant injustices and work to destroy everything you've built -
"Aria, I know, I know, please, but - you need to calm down, this isn't going to help!"
You snarl and bring your scythe down on the table between the two of you, splintering it. "No, dearest, I shall not calm down! This is not the world Luna wanted. This is not what we were supposed to create - would you make me a liar in the eyes of all those I have helped to find their strength? Would you have me go down there, look our people in the eyes, and tell them that there's naught I can do for fear of my own life?"
"If you just give me more time, I can find us some friends, we can change things the right way and nobody has to get hurt - please, you can't help anyone if you're dead!"
"You'll find that I can! And if it comes to it, I will! Should this body die I will but begin anew, by Our Lady's grace!"
"You can't help me if you're dead!"
She - sounds almost on the verge of tears, and your anger wavers for a moment like the flame of a candle caught in a draft. You lower your scythe, still growling under your breath.
"Is that what this is about, then? You?"
"I...I can make this work, okay. I just...Aria, you need to trust me. I..."
She reaches a hand out to you, and brushes her fingers against her cheek. Something feels like it's tugging at your very soul, and you're too late in realizing what's happening to even shout an objection.
Your scythe clatters to the ground.
"I'm sorry. But it'll be okay. Okay? Everything will be okay."
Why were you angry? Everything will be okay. You nod, slowly.
(You're angry because people were hurt. It isn't okay. Tyranny is never okay.)
"You just need to stay calm. Alright? We can talk things out with the others and push for reforms, but you can't go knocking down doors."
You just need to stay calm. That makes sense. You're not really sure why your mate seems like she's panicking so much...she's smart, so you're sure she can talk things out just fine.
(You can't stay calm. How can you stay calm? This doesn't make sense. Why is she doing this?)
"We'll fix this together. So...I need you to stay with me."
You'll fix this together. You need to stay with her.
(You already knew that. Why can't you move your hands? Why can't you speak?)
You nod.
(You're trying to shake your head.)
"Master...I - I'm sorry -"
You start to cry, and she hugs you and starts directing you towards your room.
"Ssh, ssh. It's okay. You're good. You're such a good girl, Aria. Alright? All I can ask is that you do your best."
Your mind goes blank for awhile, but you eventually manage to stammer out a few words:
"I-I love you...will you -"
Your mate gently lays you on the bed. After taking a deep breath to steady herself, she climbs atop you and presses a finger to your lips.
"Of course. Whatever you want, dearest. I love you, too. Thank you for trusting me."
You love her. You trust her.
(You hate her. You trust her.)
(You know that's just how it has to be.)
---
You know that's just how it has to be.
Your Master is...gone, now? Where did she go? You remember...what did she say? Oh, that's right...
"Think about it, okay? I'll be back tomorrow."
xxx
IMPORTANT NOTES:
- UNNATURAL MENTAL INFLUENCE
- gee â– â– â– â– â– â– â– â– â– â– â– â– how come your mom lets you have two names
- and two Masters
- and the ability to just appear in a building with a scythe when you were unarmed in the woods
- it is possible the entire middle part of this was a flashback
- but who can say?
- not this dog.
- sometimes you just panic and accidentally mindfuck and dubcon your dog but that's whatever
- more killing everything thoughts with bonus consorting with the forces of oblivion behind your party's back
you know your place.
you know who your Master is.
you know that no matter what, Luna loves you.
and you know that there is no difference between love and violence.
So maybe that's why you came out here, alone. You snuck out of camp in the middle of the night without your pack, to confront your Master.
They want to save her. They don't know how, and instead would trust a puppetmaster to lead them to the right answer. They never will, because they're all too soft, too weak. The two Solars don't even remember what it was like back then - how much effort was poured into what was ultimately a failed attempt to bring order to chaos and stop the inevitable. They think a triumph of good will cause the sun to shine once more, and that'll be that.
You growl under your breath, ears swiveling as you try to pinpoint your Master's location.
If it was as easy as winning, Luna would've saved Creation by now. No - if the Silver Goddess' dream is to come true, the slate must first be wiped clean. This Creation never had a chance. You know that now.
Suddenly, behind you, is a crushing presence. You don't have to look to know who it is, but a voice confirms:
"My dear, what are you doing?"
Your Master. Your mate. You freeze, gritting your teeth.
"You called for me."
"Oh! I did, yes. We need to talk. My master is getting rather impatient, so I'd like it if you came with me to run a few errands -"
You snarl, whirling to snap your jaws at her. She just leans back slightly, pushing you back with a finger on your nose. You unsheathe your claws, and she just laughs, unmoving.
"See, I thought that might be your response. Don't worry, I don't intend to hand you over to him. He believes - ah. Knows, rather, that you'll do as I ask of you without me needing to. See? I'm trying to protect you, dearest. The pool is dark and deep and you've only been wading in it. It'd pain me terribly to see you take the plunge. So..."
"I - don't want to - "
You tremble, weakly reaching out for her chest. You can...you can rip her heart out, right here, right now, it can be over, you can -
She pouts her lip, and takes your clawed hand in one of her own. With her other, she cups your cheek, and stares deep into your eyes.
"â– â– â– â– â– â– â– â– â– â– â– â– . My beloved. My good girl. My precious treasure. Trust me."
You -
---
"Aria, please -"
You're angry. Angrier than you have been in years. You can't believe she's trying to convince you that this is okay, that it's going to be alright, that the two of you should just sit around while the others do such blatant injustices and work to destroy everything you've built -
"Aria, I know, I know, please, but - you need to calm down, this isn't going to help!"
You snarl and bring your scythe down on the table between the two of you, splintering it. "No, dearest, I shall not calm down! This is not the world Luna wanted. This is not what we were supposed to create - would you make me a liar in the eyes of all those I have helped to find their strength? Would you have me go down there, look our people in the eyes, and tell them that there's naught I can do for fear of my own life?"
"If you just give me more time, I can find us some friends, we can change things the right way and nobody has to get hurt - please, you can't help anyone if you're dead!"
"You'll find that I can! And if it comes to it, I will! Should this body die I will but begin anew, by Our Lady's grace!"
"You can't help me if you're dead!"
She - sounds almost on the verge of tears, and your anger wavers for a moment like the flame of a candle caught in a draft. You lower your scythe, still growling under your breath.
"Is that what this is about, then? You?"
"I...I can make this work, okay. I just...Aria, you need to trust me. I..."
She reaches a hand out to you, and brushes her fingers against her cheek. Something feels like it's tugging at your very soul, and you're too late in realizing what's happening to even shout an objection.
Your scythe clatters to the ground.
"I'm sorry. But it'll be okay. Okay? Everything will be okay."
Why were you angry? Everything will be okay. You nod, slowly.
(You're angry because people were hurt. It isn't okay. Tyranny is never okay.)
"You just need to stay calm. Alright? We can talk things out with the others and push for reforms, but you can't go knocking down doors."
You just need to stay calm. That makes sense. You're not really sure why your mate seems like she's panicking so much...she's smart, so you're sure she can talk things out just fine.
(You can't stay calm. How can you stay calm? This doesn't make sense. Why is she doing this?)
"We'll fix this together. So...I need you to stay with me."
You'll fix this together. You need to stay with her.
(You already knew that. Why can't you move your hands? Why can't you speak?)
You nod.
(You're trying to shake your head.)
"Master...I - I'm sorry -"
You start to cry, and she hugs you and starts directing you towards your room.
"Ssh, ssh. It's okay. You're good. You're such a good girl, Aria. Alright? All I can ask is that you do your best."
Your mind goes blank for awhile, but you eventually manage to stammer out a few words:
"I-I love you...will you -"
Your mate gently lays you on the bed. After taking a deep breath to steady herself, she climbs atop you and presses a finger to your lips.
"Of course. Whatever you want, dearest. I love you, too. Thank you for trusting me."
You love her. You trust her.
(You hate her. You trust her.)
(You know that's just how it has to be.)
---
You know that's just how it has to be.
Your Master is...gone, now? Where did she go? You remember...what did she say? Oh, that's right...
"Think about it, okay? I'll be back tomorrow."
xxx
IMPORTANT NOTES:
- UNNATURAL MENTAL INFLUENCE
- gee â– â– â– â– â– â– â– â– â– â– â– â– how come your mom lets you have two names
- and two Masters
- and the ability to just appear in a building with a scythe when you were unarmed in the woods
- it is possible the entire middle part of this was a flashback
- but who can say?
- not this dog.
- sometimes you just panic and accidentally mindfuck and dubcon your dog but that's whatever
- more killing everything thoughts with bonus consorting with the forces of oblivion behind your party's back