Hard not to. If I have the choice between being petty whenever people do stuff like that to me or not, I'm going petty.
(neither did granddaddy salvadore.)
....thinking about it, I didn't say it had to be from back home either. It's almost depressing that a lot of us have happier memories from being stuck in this hellhole than of back home usually.
I guess me included, aside from what happier times I had before.
Remind me to give you a fistbump on top of the drink later.
[ Because pettiness is what's kept his ass alive all these years, let's be real. ...Okay AND Jubei and Rachel but- ]
Yeah. Yeah I get it, Cellinia. Not to get all sappy on you, but it's safe to say the happy days are long behind me as far as home's concerned.
[ Only one person at this resort knew what those happy dayslooked like in Ragna's life. ...they used to, anyway. ]
Still. You sharing your story with me is important. That's a tie to home you shouldn't forget. Don't let it go, yeah?
[ Anyway, ]
So a fonder memory, huh...
[ Maybe it's due to the fact he'd only just come back, or that it's a memory freshest in his mind that doesn't hurt. But it does get him smiling all the same. ]
You ever meet a girl named Hilda while she was here? Well, turns out one day when she was texting me, I clocked her that it was her birthday. Back when I still had a little cooking space of my own, I called her up and cooked for her. No outside snacks, no shot at getting hit with an aphrodisiac, just everything I made on the spot.
That was our whole night. Eating and talking and teaching her about parts of my world.
You'd think we weren't stuck in some glorified sex dungeon then...
(it helped she was fine with him and the few others that knew her first name using it. still. she understood that, she could keep herself alive luckily, but she was being a bit quiet on that.)
I do get it though, it's not a memory I'd want to forget. Not whenever it's among what happier times that I had back then before everything changed.
(but....that did catch her attention. hilda. she didn't just know her, hilda was one of her friends. it's almost bittersweet, but texas knows it couldn't be helped.
people will always come and go, even if she's been there for some time now and both lost and gained friends.)
You know....when she was here, she liked to try decorating my tail with ribbons and other things to see if it'd look cute. There wasn't a day when she didn't want to mess with it after we met in person.
Brushing it, tying my actual hair into different styles too.
I didn't get to tell her much about home as much as I learned about hers, but I think it's better she didn't know. At least beyond what little I could.
But it's nice....the little moments I think remind everyone that we're not alone. Regardless of how it's gone.
Same shithole, perhaps, it's the people you find that helps make it less terrible.
[ "-before everything changed." she said. It wasn't his place to pry. Especially when his past wasn't sunshine and rainbows either. It may not have been his place, but that wasn't going to stop him from doing his best to stay involved in the lives of those who remember him. There's other ways he can support someone like her. ]
Yeah. I know how that feels.
[ Their conversation drifts to Hilda; to happier, albeit bittersweet memories. ]
I can't say I blame her. Between the tail and ears, they look really soft.
[ A light tease. But true nonetheless. He bites the urge to call them cute for now. ]
Right. If it weren't for people like you or Weiss or Olivine or...hell, there's a lotta people I could thank for making sure I didn't go batshit crazy here.
....from what I remember we actually do have the Yakuza in my world, except they're from a place called Higashi.
(honestly? she might have pointed out the differences in reality and the sopranos for herself. people don't expect young girls to be chosen over their father's for leadership, especially not when something like the mafia is a man's world in general. similar to the yakuza. expectations, expectations, there were plenty of those. you don't survive if you fall from grace in that wolf eat wolf world.
she's seen it, she knows it, and she understands it all too well.)
It's easier to say for comparisons that I'm Siracusan, or rather Italian, but I'm also Columbian....American, for another. I was born Columbian, but raised Siracusan.
There are some things that are difficult to unlearn, even more difficult to let go of that people in that life know about. Whenever you leave, they all know. Marking you as being without a pack, designating the person as scum they talk about behind their backs while calling for the death of people that once sat with them at the table depending on the "sin" they committed. It doesn't matter how high they were, everyone falls one day and those people were the ones foolish enough to abandon everything for getting further ahead in a cutthroat world that didn't give much of a shit about them.
I left it behind me....but it doesn't change what I lost, that many people openly spoke about me terribly in a country that once said I was "more Siracusan than true Siracusan's". They'd call me a party girl, useless, say I got killed somewhere or died quietly from how quick I was to disappear after discarding what would've been a life as an heiress and donna had it not been for what happened to become a lone wolf as they call it.
I'm happier for it, is what I know. Living like that in the sense of letting others decide how you want to live isn't truly living was what I realized regardless of doubts I had to myself, even if took me seven years to realize this. So the reason why living makes me happy, is truly because I love life regardless of how I once questioned myself for making these choices. On if this was worth it.
( this was a lot for a dilettante like her; a woman who only touched the surface of things because she was so afraid of truly diving into her emotions and confronting the darkness of it all. she'd been so eager to buoy heavier topics and feelings to the surface, using sex and playfulness to run from it. however people needed her, this confession was clearly some kind of cry for help in being understood.
she knew what that was like, being spoken about poorly for something out of her control. she was half american, half japanese; a mutt as some of her schoolmates had called her back in the day. now those same people were begging for her to come back to their hometown and perform for them.
their worlds were different but alas, there was always some mutual understanding. )
you're here now though. away from all of that with people who like and love you for what you are. so live your life here, and try to be happy. for your own sake.
Can't be helped. I just happen to attract happy-go-lucky fools and their annoying pain in the ass friends who pull disappearing acts on them.
But that's fine. Someone has to balance out the edges, anyway, even in a shitty place like this. So I guess if I had to say something to drink to, to the idiots we care for and would kill for.
[ Meanwhile, Stelle is already en route. Though she hasn't been to Texas' suite before, she at least has a better idea of how the elevators work, these days. It's only a couple floors up from hers, too, which helps!
Whatever she's feeling, it isn't nerves, just anticipation, the love of a game and of challenges accepted, challenges met. And all of that besides... she likes Texas. And maybe she'd like it if she bit her. Or kissed her. Or any number of things before they even make it between her thighs...
Knock knock, Ms. Texas, your gremlin has arrived. ]
(luckily for them her suite isn't difficult to find, the number itself was given, and she's taking the chance to relax. the bottle itself came from an earlier dare, an earlier chat between herself and ishmael about how they both tend to be around a certain crowd more than they'd like to admit to themselves.
but that's fine, right? the anticipation is something else she feels, the thought of where it could go. some biting, kissing, whatever the night brings. it helps she likes stelle, that she felt similarly about this while making sure that things at least were presentable enough. she did customize her suite as much as it'd allow her to do.
a clash in styles that blends together smoothly in urbanesque street art spray-painted on her walls, the furniture almost having more of a classy appeal. both her past and her present coming together in a harmony when she answers the door in her current choice of fit. a sweater and torn jean's combo. she pulled it off quite well.
lucky them, she's perfectly fine with gremlins.)
My, my, you came by fast. (slight teasing, but she's not one of those "ojou" types she was taught about from certain media when she moves to let stelle come in. music could be heard playing in the background lowly, finding albums that weren't audible smut took some digging but she managed. somehow.)
[ At this point, after all the waiting and teasing, Texas could have promised watered down white wine, and Nami would still be halfway to the other woman's room. For once, the free drinks aren't even a small priority, not when all she can think about is making good on that dare.
Nami stops in front of Cellinia's door, running her fingers through her hair to smooth the tousled orange strands out before she knocks, her teeth briefly worrying her lower lip before the other woman pulls the door open. The moment she can, she steps forward, slipping one arm around Texas' waist and drawing her close as she leans down to bridge the gap in their height to press her lips against hers. ]
(the alcohol was just an offering anyway, did it matter whenever they both had been at this game for a good while? bit of flirting, lingering looks, and not exactly subtle stares. they're at a point that the wait is painful, tension isn't something that fades away. it only grows until it bursts to pieces, breaks away, and the devastation itself can be beautiful or like a train wreck. tonight? it just so happens it leans more into beautiful than train wreck. good thing too, it's a simple game, but it's a game that's helpful for getting intentions across while attracted to the other person.
when the door opens after the knock, it reveals cellinia. at most, she had gotten her shorts back on....it did expose the talon scars she got during halloween two years ago in the resort on her arm thanks to the monsters and a rather deep one on her left hip that has a story behind it. a more personal, one but one gets the idea. she didn't even get to give a greeting when their lips meet, barely even had time to pull nami closer inside and close the door. maybe she moaned a bit softly from relief into it, honestly, that was worth the wait.
worth the dare.
her tongue darts along the other woman's lips like she's teasing her while the wolf wraps her arms around her neck after slightly longer of a wait. god does she hope there will not be any other interruptions this time, or else she might kill someone again for that.)
[ Nami's excitement slips out in the eager way her palms find the niche of Texas' hips, fingers fanning out over the sloping curve that leads down towards the swell of the other woman's ass, as her mouth, as warm and eager as the rest of her continues to stay locked in a flurry of hungry kisses.
She's been up here before, but she doesn't know her way around enough to try leading Cellinia backwards in the hopes of eventually finding a bedroom, so she settles, instead, for getting them both turned around, allowing her to press the other woman against the door as her tongue teasingly sweeps over the curve of her bottom lip. ]
You're a good hostess, you know that?
[ Her tone is warm and low, matching the grin curving over those newly kiss-swollen lips as her eyes weep over the features of Cellinia's face. One of her hands moves up, cradling the curve of Texas' cheek as she leans in for another, slower, kiss. Nami has spent much too long wanting to do this with Texas for her to be anything but blatantly eager and shameless in her want right now. ] Want to take me to bed?
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Date: 2026-04-12 02:37 am (UTC)@belialedge
Date: 2026-04-12 02:41 am (UTC)(mutual mercing pact.)
Hard not to.
If I have the choice between being petty whenever people do stuff like that to me or not, I'm going petty.
(neither did granddaddy salvadore.)
....thinking about it, I didn't say it had to be from back home either.
It's almost depressing that a lot of us have happier memories from being stuck in this hellhole than of back home usually.
I guess me included, aside from what happier times I had before.
no subject
Date: 2026-04-12 04:28 am (UTC)[ Because pettiness is what's kept his ass alive all these years, let's be real.
...Okay AND Jubei and Rachel but-]Yeah. Yeah I get it, Cellinia.
Not to get all sappy on you, but it's safe to say the happy days are long behind me as far as home's concerned.
[ Only one person at this resort knew what those happy days looked like in Ragna's life. ...they used to, anyway. ]
Still. You sharing your story with me is important. That's a tie to home you shouldn't forget. Don't let it go, yeah?
[ Anyway, ]
So a fonder memory, huh...
[ Maybe it's due to the fact he'd only just come back, or that it's a memory freshest in his mind
that doesn't hurt. But it does get him smiling all the same. ]You ever meet a girl named Hilda while she was here? Well, turns out one day when she was texting me, I clocked her that it was her birthday. Back when I still had a little cooking space of my own, I called her up and cooked for her. No outside snacks, no shot at getting hit with an aphrodisiac, just everything I made on the spot.
That was our whole night. Eating and talking and teaching her about parts of my world.
You'd think we weren't stuck in some glorified sex dungeon then...
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Date: 2026-04-14 07:00 am (UTC)(it helped she was fine with him and the few others that knew her first name using it. still. she understood that, she could keep herself alive luckily, but she was being a bit quiet on that.)
I do get it though, it's not a memory I'd want to forget.
Not whenever it's among what happier times that I had back then before everything changed.
(but....that did catch her attention. hilda. she didn't just know her, hilda was one of her friends. it's almost bittersweet, but texas knows it couldn't be helped.
people will always come and go, even if she's been there for some time now and both lost and gained friends.)
You know....when she was here, she liked to try decorating my tail with ribbons and other things to see if it'd look cute. There wasn't a day when she didn't want to mess with it after we met in person.
Brushing it, tying my actual hair into different styles too.
I didn't get to tell her much about home as much as I learned about hers, but I think it's better she didn't know. At least beyond what little I could.
But it's nice....the little moments I think remind everyone that we're not alone. Regardless of how it's gone.
Same shithole, perhaps, it's the people you find that helps make it less terrible.
no subject
Date: 2026-04-15 02:17 am (UTC)Yeah. I know how that feels.
[ Their conversation drifts to Hilda; to happier, albeit bittersweet memories. ]
I can't say I blame her. Between the tail and ears, they look really soft.
[ A light tease. But true nonetheless. He bites the urge to call them cute for now. ]
Right. If it weren't for people like you or Weiss or Olivine or...hell, there's a lotta people I could thank for making sure I didn't go batshit crazy here.
@dilettante
Date: 2026-04-12 03:03 am (UTC)....from what I remember we actually do have the Yakuza in my world, except they're from a place called Higashi.
(honestly? she might have pointed out the differences in reality and the sopranos for herself. people don't expect young girls to be chosen over their father's for leadership, especially not when something like the mafia is a man's world in general. similar to the yakuza. expectations, expectations, there were plenty of those. you don't survive if you fall from grace in that wolf eat wolf world.
she's seen it, she knows it, and she understands it all too well.)
It's easier to say for comparisons that I'm Siracusan, or rather Italian, but I'm also Columbian....American, for another. I was born Columbian, but raised Siracusan.
There are some things that are difficult to unlearn, even more difficult to let go of that people in that life know about. Whenever you leave, they all know. Marking you as being without a pack, designating the person as scum they talk about behind their backs while calling for the death of people that once sat with them at the table depending on the "sin" they committed. It doesn't matter how high they were, everyone falls one day and those people were the ones foolish enough to abandon everything for getting further ahead in a cutthroat world that didn't give much of a shit about them.
I left it behind me....but it doesn't change what I lost, that many people openly spoke about me terribly in a country that once said I was "more Siracusan than true Siracusan's". They'd call me a party girl, useless, say I got killed somewhere or died quietly from how quick I was to disappear after discarding what would've been a life as an heiress and donna had it not been for what happened to become a lone wolf as they call it.
I'm happier for it, is what I know. Living like that in the sense of letting others decide how you want to live isn't truly living was what I realized regardless of doubts I had to myself, even if took me seven years to realize this. So the reason why living makes me happy, is truly because I love life regardless of how I once questioned myself for making these choices. On if this was worth it.
no subject
Date: 2026-04-12 07:45 pm (UTC)( this was a lot for a dilettante like her; a woman who only touched the surface of things because she was so afraid of truly diving into her emotions and confronting the darkness of it all. she'd been so eager to buoy heavier topics and feelings to the surface, using sex and playfulness to run from it. however people needed her, this confession was clearly some kind of cry for help in being understood.
she knew what that was like, being spoken about poorly for something out of her control. she was half american, half japanese; a mutt as some of her schoolmates had called her back in the day. now those same people were begging for her to come back to their hometown and perform for them.
their worlds were different but alas, there was always some mutual understanding. )
you're here now though. away from all of that with people who like and love you for what you are. so live your life here, and try to be happy. for your own sake.
even if it isn't the kind of freedom you want.
@wheft
Date: 2026-04-12 03:08 am (UTC)Can't be helped.
I just happen to attract happy-go-lucky fools and their annoying pain in the ass friends who pull disappearing acts on them.
But that's fine. Someone has to balance out the edges, anyway, even in a shitty place like this.
So I guess if I had to say something to drink to, to the idiots we care for and would kill for.
(what in the crazy ass toast....)
@redfortune
Date: 2026-04-12 03:11 am (UTC)Show me later if you wind up doing more, then.
Sounds like it's a better hobby to pass the time with aside from the usual.
@stellery
Date: 2026-04-12 03:13 am (UTC)Ninth floor, so my suite.
I may or may not have an open bottle of whiskey beside me.
(spoiler alert, she does.)
no subject
Date: 2026-04-14 02:32 am (UTC)[ Meanwhile, Stelle is already en route. Though she hasn't been to Texas' suite before, she at least has a better idea of how the elevators work, these days. It's only a couple floors up from hers, too, which helps!
Whatever she's feeling, it isn't nerves, just anticipation, the love of a game and of challenges accepted, challenges met. And all of that besides... she likes Texas. And maybe she'd like it if she bit her. Or kissed her. Or any number of things before they even make it between her thighs...
Knock knock, Ms. Texas, your gremlin has arrived. ]
I'm here for my lesson~
no subject
Date: 2026-04-14 06:41 am (UTC)(luckily for them her suite isn't difficult to find, the number itself was given, and she's taking the chance to relax. the bottle itself came from an earlier dare, an earlier chat between herself and ishmael about how they both tend to be around a certain crowd more than they'd like to admit to themselves.
but that's fine, right? the anticipation is something else she feels, the thought of where it could go. some biting, kissing, whatever the night brings. it helps she likes stelle, that she felt similarly about this while making sure that things at least were presentable enough. she did customize her suite as much as it'd allow her to do.
a clash in styles that blends together smoothly in urbanesque street art spray-painted on her walls, the furniture almost having more of a classy appeal. both her past and her present coming together in a harmony when she answers the door in her current choice of fit. a sweater and torn jean's combo. she pulled it off quite well.
lucky them, she's perfectly fine with gremlins.)
My, my, you came by fast. (slight teasing, but she's not one of those "ojou" types she was taught about from certain media when she moves to let stelle come in. music could be heard playing in the background lowly, finding albums that weren't audible smut took some digging but she managed. somehow.)
@cartographie
Date: 2026-04-12 03:15 am (UTC)Heh, I'll have the door unlocked for you then.
And some alcohol waiting while I'm at it, tequila this time.
(lucky them that she doesn't mind the wait, she's always been like this.)
no subject
Date: 2026-04-13 04:55 am (UTC)Nami stops in front of Cellinia's door, running her fingers through her hair to smooth the tousled orange strands out before she knocks, her teeth briefly worrying her lower lip before the other woman pulls the door open. The moment she can, she steps forward, slipping one arm around Texas' waist and drawing her close as she leans down to bridge the gap in their height to press her lips against hers. ]
no subject
Date: 2026-04-13 06:20 am (UTC)when the door opens after the knock, it reveals cellinia. at most, she had gotten her shorts back on....it did expose the talon scars she got during halloween two years ago in the resort on her arm thanks to the monsters and a rather deep one on her left hip that has a story behind it. a more personal, one but one gets the idea. she didn't even get to give a greeting when their lips meet, barely even had time to pull nami closer inside and close the door. maybe she moaned a bit softly from relief into it, honestly, that was worth the wait.
worth the dare.
her tongue darts along the other woman's lips like she's teasing her while the wolf wraps her arms around her neck after slightly longer of a wait. god does she hope there will not be any other interruptions this time, or else she might kill someone again for that.)
no subject
Date: 2026-04-19 05:17 am (UTC)She's been up here before, but she doesn't know her way around enough to try leading Cellinia backwards in the hopes of eventually finding a bedroom, so she settles, instead, for getting them both turned around, allowing her to press the other woman against the door as her tongue teasingly sweeps over the curve of her bottom lip. ]
You're a good hostess, you know that?
[ Her tone is warm and low, matching the grin curving over those newly kiss-swollen lips as her eyes weep over the features of Cellinia's face. One of her hands moves up, cradling the curve of Texas' cheek as she leans in for another, slower, kiss. Nami has spent much too long wanting to do this with Texas for her to be anything but blatantly eager and shameless in her want right now. ] Want to take me to bed?
@malpwactice
Date: 2026-04-12 03:18 am (UTC)I know where you live, remember?
But it went either way, sometimes I could be a little romantic back then about it.
Not that it makes much of a difference.
(ma'am.)