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[princess_of_ida]

Three for the gleam of a jewel or a smile.



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cw: fisting

[princess_of_ida]

Then come bend over. I'll be gentle and make sure to lube my hand before massaging your colon vigorously.

Mercymorn, Mercymorn... How do I describe you?

Human confetti.

cw: past guro ref

[ghostface]

only if the fist is attached to that gold arm of yours, king midas.

( he's already had john's dick in his literal guts. he's relatively confident in his ability to tank worse. )

were they like you?

[princess_of_ida]

I do love putting my bones in people. ❤

No one's like me. But Mercymorn was his Second Saint, so in a sense, she was like me. Truly unpleasant woman.

[ghostface]

your great kiwi autokrator has a type, i guess. what did she do to him?

[princess_of_ida]

Peeled him like a cooked onion. It was truly impressive for a few seconds.

[ghostface]

i've seen what he can come back from, so that doesn't really tell me much. how was this different?

[princess_of_ida]

[Did she even want to go into detail? That had not been a fun day for anyone.]

She professed her love for him and said she forgave him for everything he has done, every transgression inflicted upon her and others, but especially the only one she loved more than God himself. She embraced him, professing forgiveness, and then instead of giving him absolution, she gave him death.

[ghostface]

( no offense, john, but that's pretty metal, too. danny can't imagine wanting anything as much as he wants john to utterly fucking rip him apart, but he does appreciate a woman who sticks to her guns.

besides, killing him herself was the greatest act of love she could have ever given him. clearly it didn't stick. that was her bad. maybe if she'd buried his remains in the nevada desert. maybe if john hadn't swallowed the nevada desert when he'd swallowed the earth. but it does get him wondering: )

who was it she loved more than him?

[princess_of_ida]

Her cavalier.

[ghostface]

( this frequently reappearing word, this role, this knightly honor. by way of most fairy tales, it seems ill-fated. )

john told me once that he made the earth his cavalier. he said she was his other half. what happened to her?

[princess_of_ida]

[John's been telling Danny a lot of things. He's also told him some details Ianthe wasn't privy to. Like Alecto being the soul of the earth. Assuming he wasn't lying to Danny, because God was a lying liar that lied.]

Oh, she's around. Pretty feral.

[ghostface]

( pretty wild that danny's outrageously jealous of a fucking planet. part of him was hoping that ianthe would tell him that she's dead, never to return, lost to time, rest in nuclear pieces. the knowledge that she's still out there somewhere rattles noisily in his empty spaces. another of god's favorites. his first favorite, before house. )

i guess i'd be pretty feral too if someone blew my shit up.

( oh wait, someone did. )

she must have loved him a lot.

[princess_of_ida]

Why do you care about dear Annabel Lee, Danny?

[ghostface]

just making conversation, ianthe. (: have you met her? would you say she's fuckable? john made her. she must be kind of hot.

cw: vore

[princess_of_ida]

I have met her. Not a fan, personally.

[Alecto was a tall, blonde, depraved, powerhouse. Ianthe was a tall, blonde, depraved, powerhouse. The one Harrowhark loved was not Ianthe but Catacombs Barbie.]

Though she is definitely fuckable, if you'd like your dick bitten off. And other appendages.

[ghostface]

oh, so she's freaky freaky? kind of like you.

( miss i'll beat your ass raw with your own dick. )

[princess_of_ida]

Perhaps. But unlike her, I have control.