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vacia - Soto - November 13, 2024
truthfully, he's livid.
osiel's anger redirected into his own, and in the days following soto withdrew, absorbing that bristling wrath and augmenting it into something more useful.
the first question was how?
(how had she gotten in?)
and the second was also how?
(how had she gotten out?)
soto poured over the tracks, forming a better picture.
fate. the scent of one waylaid the other; her crossing timed at the perfect moment those on watch were relieved by those watching. their hours too inconsistent for any pre-planning.
no, not fate. la bruja's gnarled hand, guiding.
soto knew now what laid in store. he rises, seeking the failed guardswoman out.
@Saya.his tone cold, single eye glowering as it took in her injuries.
all from a frail and sickly looking coy.
RE: vacia - Saya - November 13, 2024
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she saw soto then, turning her head away from replacing the grape leaves upon her tattered thighs. her beautiful thighs. her fur, cherished and starlit. ruined.
she was ruined.
that cunt half breed took her youth. marred her. she was disgusting.
soto.she breathed, voice not as light and airy as it had been. he was seeing her raw; uncut from the pageantry she was once part of. saya was reborn when her fickle prize slipped from her grasp. the angel once seated upon her father's lap fell from grace, an angel without her wings, starved.
RE: vacia - Soto - November 14, 2024
soto understands that to make something tight-knit, a little tension needs applying. enter leto.
and he understands to produce diamonds, a little pressure. enter saya.
she’d failed his first task. he will give her one other before she is cut loose to sleep among the stones and opuntias.
there is an expression he has lived with his whole life and it goes like this; when the lamb is lost in the mountains, he is cry. sometime come the mother. sometime the wolf.
he is the wolf. now he needs saya to be one too.
eye stern with glittering malice, soto beholds her ruined form and finds no pity.
explicar.he demands, giving her one chance to redeem herself before she joins the faceless dozens he’s put in the dirt.
RE: vacia - Saya - November 14, 2024
saya’s gaze drops for just a heartbeat before lifting again, defiance simmering beneath the shame. she knows he expects perfection, strength—qualities she prizes in herself but which had slipped through her grasp like sand in that one unforgiving moment.
fue la maldita coyota albina,murmura, her voice edged with venom.
no había guardias, ni siquiera una señal. se movió como un fantasma. me emboscó en silencio, y en un instante... me arrancó las pieles del cuello.her jaw tightens, remembering the sting, the powerlessness.
me dejó inconsciente. cuando desperté, todo había desaparecido.
she feels soto’s cold gaze on her, weighing her worth, judging whether she’s salvageable or destined to be discarded among the others laying in ditches. the silence stretches between them, heavy and thick, and saya straightens, refusing to appear broken.
fallé una vez,she says, her voice hard, holding his stare.
me lo robó. a mí.she lets the grief hang in the air, fierce and unyielding.
RE: vacia - Soto - November 14, 2024
very noble, this concept she’d been robbed of something of import.
but it’s soto who feels cheated, and wonders if he’s backed the wrong proverbial horse.
he listens, patient. a terrifying virtue in a giant, in so much as an observer would know they are simply biding their time.
waiting for the best, most crippling use of their energy.
he unwinds a long tendril of thought, then another. ruminating over every nuance and inflection in saya’s explanation.
she could be a sleeper. he sees in her much resentment, much defiance. she says the little coy moved like a ghost, and overpowered her. yet soto asks himself how this is possible, when he’d seen the coy for himself and known she was a fumbling, inexperienced creature hardly worth the air they breathe!
they could be allies. did not every pretty thing need an ugly accomplice to stand next to them, to further extenuate their exquisite beauty?
he decides her task will be one that kills her, if he’s lucky. but luck, as of late, has little to do with his situation.
una oportunidad más.one more chance, he cautions her with malice coiling in his tone.
no más.
a proverbial hand held out for her.
only soto has no qualms with letting her plunge if she fails.
RE: vacia - Saya - November 14, 2024
saya kept her head bowed just enough to show submission, yet not enough to mask the glint of determination in her eyes. soto’s disappointment pressed into her like a dull blade, digging up twisted memories of her own father’s withering stares, his grunts of disapproval. there was something sickeningly familiar about soto’s quiet judgment, his patient watchfulness, the way he held her fate in his hands, knowing full well that he could crush her with a mere word. it was almost nostalgic.
she stood at his words, the weight of his tone sinking in.
una oportunidad más,she echoed, the phrase rolling off her tongue with a kind of reverence, though her eyes held a spark of defiance. she was no fool; she knew this task was more than a test. he was daring her to fail, holding her on the edge with the expectation that she’d fall. she had no illusions about the risks—but her pride wouldn’t allow her to back down.
dime,she said, voice low and unwavering, her gaze steady on his.
¿cuál es la tarea?she paused, a shadow of a smile tugging at her lips.
she could feel the coils of his malice, the calculated cruelty in his patience. but something in her thrived on it, a twisted desire to prove herself despite the odds.