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|| Still Into you || Paramore ||
γΙΞΉΞ±ΖΟgΟ Ρ cΟΖΟΡ: #CD5C5C β ΡΠ½ΟΟ gΠ½Ρ cΟΖΟΡ #C5E3BFγ
|| Still Into you || Paramore ||
Cress stumbled a few times as Thyella pulled her on a leash. Her legs were protesting and Cress was doing her best to not let them give. Heron followed along behind, being escorted by two of the surliest knights Cress had ever seen. No doubt Heron could take them with one hand behind her back, but for the sake of the show, Heron wasn't resisting. She was keeping a watchful eye on Cress, no doubt pained that he couldn't help her every time she stumbled. It was terrible obvious that Cress wasn't completely healed yet, but hopefully, for the sake of what they were doing, it would legitimize Una's rule. Like this, no one would oppose her if they believed she really had orchestrated the attack and capture of Cress and Heron.
Cress winced at the sudden light at the end of the tunnel. They were coming out of the underground cave, up to a dusty amphitheater where thousands had gathered to hear the first announcement of their new Queen. When Cress stepped onto the stage, there was jeering and booing, people were throwing stuff at them, rocks, piles of hard desert dust that had compiled into stones and exploded into sand upon impact. Cress coughed, her knees weakening; when she fell they burst into cheers and Cress coughed, red dust invading her lungs. "Stop that, your new ruler is coming!" Thyella hissed and Cress looked up at her gratefully.
As Una spoke, Cress glared at the crowd. These were the people that called for continued violence, the ones who wouldn't let her live in peace with her garden. Her fire burned, brighter than ever as Una spoke to her audience. Yes, Cress would show them the secrets to reviving the desert, to making the land fertile enough to grow plants so that they would finally believe that Ashia Palace had no bad intentions. Or maybe they would think that they had one it on their own, by forcing Cress to work. At least she would get to spend her time as a fake prisoner doing what she loved, Cress hated being cooped up indoors.
Once Una had finished talking, there was a moment of silence and then, a roar. They were clapping, stamping their feet, shouting their approval at their princess. No doubt it would make Una feel good, maybe it would finally give the girl the push of confidence she needed to get up on her feet. Cress was yanked by the leash, making her fall over as she tried to stand back up. "Dogs have to crawl!" Thyella said loudly, a cruel grin on her lips. However, there was only sadness in her eyes. Heron made a show of trying to resist, but her attempts to 'escape' were quickly defeated. The binds on Cress's wrists were cut, only to allow her to crawl across the stage. They cheered as she went, tripping on the torn dress, crawling until they were out of sight and back in the tunnel.
Cress panted, grateful that she was allowed to crawl instead of walk, crawling was easier. "Cress!" Heron cried, they were safe from sight in the tunnel. Heron knelt down by her side, but Cress was smiling. "She did it." Cress grinned, "Did you see? She moved them. That's what a leader can do." Apparently there was a tradition in Tartaria when they caught a prisoner. Cress and Heron were put on a platform inside of a cage, too tall for anyone to reach, but just high enough that anyone could still see them from any point in the city. Cress was made to crawl there through the city when they exited the tunnel. She didn't mind that much, it was easier than walking. Heron kept getting prodded in the back, people tore at her knight's uniform, they jeered and prodded. Cress had a circle of knights around her, almost seeming as though they were there to protect her.
An hour passed in the cage, then someone came to get them. They were whisked away in a pod back to the palace. "I wonder how the others are doing." Cress said aloud. They had to get ready to go plant some more flowers. Finnley was there to meet them, wearing the uniform of a Tartarian knight. "Una's waiting for you guys." Thyella said, handing Cress a warm towel to wipe the make up off. "Let's go see her then." Heron lifted Cress up in a bridal carry then. "Heron! I can walk!" Cress protested and tried to get down. Heron shook her head, "No, you need to save your energy for later. There's a lot of gardening that needs to get done." So with a sigh, Cress let Heron carry her to Una's office.
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|| I'm on Top of the World|| Imagine Dragons ||
Shiro took off her nightgown and hung it up, then she disposed of the diaper, putting it down the incinerator and watching it burn. No, Shiro didn't need those, she was a big girl. She went back to the boxes, trying on one of the dresses. It was pretty and exotic, with long sleeves and a short bottom with a large, colorful belt around the middle. Shiro loved it and she wore the glass shoes, pretending she was some foreign dignitary and giggling quietly so as not to wake Nee up. "In my own little corner, in my own little chair, I can be whoever I want to be." Shiro sang to herself, closing her eyes and doing a twirl. When she opened them, she took off the dress and tried on the other one. This one was from Etruria, it was colorful, two pieces with a wrap that had little golden bells on the end. Shiro rather liked it, it sang when she danced and when Shiro did a twirl in the mirror again, she found that Nee was awake.
"Oh! You're awake!" Shiro said cheerfully. "How are you feeling today? Do you want any pain medicine? Corren left a whole bottle of it." Shiro went to Nee's side, the little bells on the outfit ringing as she bounced over to her lover's side. Being next to Nee always made Shiro feel warm, just standing by her side, it was like the sun beating down on them from the sky. It was a good kind though, like the warmth on a cold winter day, or maybe cold refreshing lemonade on a day that was burning hot.
Nee wanted her to make it better, Shiro took Nee's hands, nodding her head. "I'll do it, tell me what you need and I'll get it for you, anything." As it turned out, Nee wanted Shiro to override the painful memories. Shiro blushed and nodded her head. "Okay, I will," she smiled. "You don't have to be ice all the time, I like it when you're warm." Shiro wiggled out of the fancy new dress and put it aside. The pup crawled into bed with Nee, the two bodies throbbing against one another, the pup doing her best to please her intended. When the two were satisfied, the pup was panting. She lay with her head against Nee's chest, her body still shaking with delightful tremors.
Nee needed Shiro to bathe her. Shiro didn't mind of course, she helped Nee onto a stool in the bathroom and began washing her gently with the warm water, being careful to go over the stitches. "They look almost healed," Shiro said with a small smile. She started with Nee's back, scrubbing carefully. There were more love marks on Shiro's body, not that she minded, but there was one particular one shaped like a heart over her actual heart. "I don't mind, this is part of what love is. We help each other when we're weak. You helped me a bunch of times when I was sick." Shiro pointed out. When Nee said that they could go find her parents today, Shiro's face slowly lit up in a smile. "I'd like to do that."