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rainbowfic2015-09-03 12:53 am
rootsofthestories) wrote in rainbowfic2015-09-03 12:53 am
Milk Bottle
Name: Sebastian
Title: with shaking hands and blood on your lips
Story: Jealous of Roses
Colors: Milk Bottle: 2. Ferris wheel
Supplies/Styles: Graffiti (Milk Bottle)
Word Count: 579
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Mania, implied incest, self harm.
Notes: Forshipwreck_light I'm going to introduce her to the rest of my JoR gang through doing Milk Bottle prompts. I'm doing 1-3 a day, depending on the day/person I'm playing with.
Today we meet the twins, Ocelot and Caracal while Caracal is having a bad time of it.
Sometimes she wishes to play at normal, to pretend there isn't a mad, spinning Ferris Wheel in her head. Sometimes she pretends that she's just your normal, every day courtier (because yes, there are normal, every day courtiers. At least in her mind.). I'ts the days she's most likely to not be able to pull it off though, the days when her hands shake, when her whole body is vibrating and she's twitchy and excitable all at once.
She knows when she's manic, she always wants to play chase to make it better, or shoot at targets, even though her hands are too unsteady to hold something.
Ocelot will find her on days like this and sometimes he obliges her, lets her place chase and pounce and grow. They tease each other, biting and clawing when they catch one another. He'll growl into her ear and she shivers, leaning up to nip his collarbone before squirming out of his grasp and running away again.
Other days Ocelot is out and she's left roaming the halls of the manor herself. Sometimes she throws herself against walls, screaming and crying until she's tired. Sometimes she goes and plays with Iris, doing whatever stupid stunt he's got on his mind this time.
It doesn't help exactly but it's something to do, something to distract her.
There are other days where she turns inward, clawing at her arms and legs, biting her lips until they bleed. Sometimes she takes razors or scalpels to her skin, digging deep and not giving a damn if it scars. Sometimes it feels better when she's done it, sometimes worse.
Ocelot always makes tut-tuting noises when he finds her bleeding on the bathroom floor. He'll clean her up and drag her to bed, hold her down and kiss her bandaged wounds and promise it's going to get better. Sometimes he holds her down until her hands get numb and cold. Sometimes he just holds her to his chest instead and stroke her hair, tell her how the job went or tell her stories about fire.
She will eventually crash, sometimes falling asleep with him, sometimes just crashing wherever she may be at the time. One time, she woke up with Hyacinth, him curled around her and cuffs around he wrists.
"You were upset," he explains. "You weren't trusting anyone and you were going to go outside and find Ocelot. We...Well, we gave you some hot chocolate and you started falling asleep. I thought it best to not leave you alone."
She nods, knowing that the hot chocolate probably was dosed with something but not horribly upset by that notion. Sometimes drugs scare her but she knows the others will do it when she needs to be down for a while.
Better drugs from the people she trusts rather than having them forced upon her.
That's not allowed to happen again.
When she does eventually calm down, she goes about apologizing for making a mess, even though she might not have broken anything or upset anyone. She still feels like she should and proceeds to do so. She'll be fine for a while after that, for weeks even months. It's never more than about four or fie though and she's on that spinning, sparking Ferris Wheel of mania.
But she has people to watch her back now, she can trust them to keep her as safe as she's willing to be and that's better than what she had.
Title: with shaking hands and blood on your lips
Story: Jealous of Roses
Colors: Milk Bottle: 2. Ferris wheel
Supplies/Styles: Graffiti (Milk Bottle)
Word Count: 579
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Mania, implied incest, self harm.
Notes: For
shipwreck_light I'm going to introduce her to the rest of my JoR gang through doing Milk Bottle prompts. I'm doing 1-3 a day, depending on the day/person I'm playing with. Today we meet the twins, Ocelot and Caracal while Caracal is having a bad time of it.
Sometimes she wishes to play at normal, to pretend there isn't a mad, spinning Ferris Wheel in her head. Sometimes she pretends that she's just your normal, every day courtier (because yes, there are normal, every day courtiers. At least in her mind.). I'ts the days she's most likely to not be able to pull it off though, the days when her hands shake, when her whole body is vibrating and she's twitchy and excitable all at once.
She knows when she's manic, she always wants to play chase to make it better, or shoot at targets, even though her hands are too unsteady to hold something.
Ocelot will find her on days like this and sometimes he obliges her, lets her place chase and pounce and grow. They tease each other, biting and clawing when they catch one another. He'll growl into her ear and she shivers, leaning up to nip his collarbone before squirming out of his grasp and running away again.
Other days Ocelot is out and she's left roaming the halls of the manor herself. Sometimes she throws herself against walls, screaming and crying until she's tired. Sometimes she goes and plays with Iris, doing whatever stupid stunt he's got on his mind this time.
It doesn't help exactly but it's something to do, something to distract her.
There are other days where she turns inward, clawing at her arms and legs, biting her lips until they bleed. Sometimes she takes razors or scalpels to her skin, digging deep and not giving a damn if it scars. Sometimes it feels better when she's done it, sometimes worse.
Ocelot always makes tut-tuting noises when he finds her bleeding on the bathroom floor. He'll clean her up and drag her to bed, hold her down and kiss her bandaged wounds and promise it's going to get better. Sometimes he holds her down until her hands get numb and cold. Sometimes he just holds her to his chest instead and stroke her hair, tell her how the job went or tell her stories about fire.
She will eventually crash, sometimes falling asleep with him, sometimes just crashing wherever she may be at the time. One time, she woke up with Hyacinth, him curled around her and cuffs around he wrists.
"You were upset," he explains. "You weren't trusting anyone and you were going to go outside and find Ocelot. We...Well, we gave you some hot chocolate and you started falling asleep. I thought it best to not leave you alone."
She nods, knowing that the hot chocolate probably was dosed with something but not horribly upset by that notion. Sometimes drugs scare her but she knows the others will do it when she needs to be down for a while.
Better drugs from the people she trusts rather than having them forced upon her.
That's not allowed to happen again.
When she does eventually calm down, she goes about apologizing for making a mess, even though she might not have broken anything or upset anyone. She still feels like she should and proceeds to do so. She'll be fine for a while after that, for weeks even months. It's never more than about four or fie though and she's on that spinning, sparking Ferris Wheel of mania.
But she has people to watch her back now, she can trust them to keep her as safe as she's willing to be and that's better than what she had.
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I love everything and nothing hurts. This is so... too my sensabilities of assassin fic in general and just... you put it in my world and... and... mroe periods! It's sweet, but not saccharine and it's got all these little flits of character and I LOVE IT OK?
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Yeah, it's kind of like you're a-offerin' me another one.
Thank you *so many hearts*!
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wiggles around and purrs Oh man, I am so pleased by this. You gave me something to play with and I am so excited to have it. Thank you for sharing your world with me, thank you for letting me play.
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She is definitely a lucky kitten.
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Oh yay! bounce Thanks so much