🐺#0745 「 𝐹𝒾𝒶𝓉 𝒾𝓊𝓈𝓉𝒾𝓉𝒾𝒶 𝓃𝑒 𝓅𝑒𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓉 𝓂𝓊𝓃𝒹𝓊𝓈 」 «Lᴇᴛ ᴊᴜsᴛɪᴄᴇ ʙᴇ ᴅᴏɴᴇ, ʟᴇsᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ ᴘᴇʀɪsʜ»

she was knocking on the doorframe of her bedroom. “Hey, Hanna.” Her voice is softer than usual... Or is that an impression given by the roses? “I apologize for entering unannounced.” ...That's on her for leaving the backdoor unlocked, though. “I simply couldn't stay away.”

yet still of high quality, still dapper. A mask? No, that's not needed this time. She wants Hanna to recognize her, to stare into her eyes when she will deliver her... A bouquet of roses! With her stealth skills, Hanna most likely wouldn't have heard her come around until

She enters from the backdoor, knowing that she keeps it unlocked. She's been here so many times, after all. New shoes a size bigger, gloved hands, the oldest clothes she had in her wardrobe, something easy to burn and that could never be traced back to her;

And of course, Beatrix has never lost. Such is the reason she finds herself at a certain ranger's place, sneaking into the early night; early enough for Hanna to still be awake, yet late enough to ensure no one would see her do so.

Everyone, including the woman formed around an all-consuming void, placed where a heart should be. Eventually, when such things are revealed, the game's over. If you manage to stop before your opponent notices, you win. If you don't, you lose. Simple enough...

she can hardly remember the last time she felt joy, content, or anything at all. She knows when she's supposed to. She can fake them... But observe even the most stoic of players, and they'll eventually reveal their hand. Everyone has patterns, tells, quirks.

There's ever only been a constant in Beatrix's life; an axiom which she can't escape. She can't love. She has tried. She's given so much. But in the end, she's never felt anything. In truth, this applies to all emotions —

「Wolf's Love」 CW: It's mostly unscripted. Possibly dark themes ahead. Surely some form of blood. Featuring @OneUpbeatGirl!

My... what?

They don't make them for wolf-shaped ears. If they did, it'd probably be awful. They're softer, more sensitive, and move around a lot. Now, with all this information /that you already had/, draw your own conclusion.

Hmm. I'm getting softer...

A brief pause, she puts the cup down. “Zhu, don't forget. It's just sex. Wildly inappropriate given our work relations, and adequately good — but nothing more.”

“You tell that to guests to trick them into thinking you won't be upset if they drop food on the ground. Not to someone who you gave the keys to your apartment to. You do realize what those keys mean, what kind of message they give, when you say something like that as well...” >

Ear twitch. Eye twitch. She drinks the rest of the coffee in a single gulp. “...What do you mean, Zhu?”

“So I don't have to break the door in case of emergency, obviously?”

“Tsk, tsk... You didn't have to point it out...”

“Hmhm. Sounds like a date.”

“You should show me.”

“You have a tomato plant? ...Singular? You don't... Cultivate anything else.”

She waits, patiently... A slight smile seeing Zhu come back with her coffee. “Have you, truly? Any reasons as to why?”