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happy mother's day - Ripley - 01-26-2020
@[Ryatah] <3 the title works because it's BQ spring RE: happy mother's day - Ryatah - 01-28-2020 she fell for the idea of him and ideas were a dangerous thing to love She has birthed many children in her multiple lifetimes, but none really compared to Ripley. The circumstances of her conception were vastly different from nearly all of Ryatah’s interactions. There was no darkness, no dangerous games, and no fear. Depp was nothing like the other men in her life, and she had hoped that meant their daughter would live a relatively normal life, too. She should have known better than to hope; she should have known by now that if it wasn’t herself sabotaging anything good in her life that someone else would do it for her. Anaxarete’s explanation for why she had transformed Ripley into what she was today had been received with a tranquil sort of indifference. There was nothing she could say or do at this point to get her daughter back, and she could not blame the shadow queen for behaving as she always has. It would be foolish to expect a snake not to bite or a lion not to kill; and that strange kind of understanding is what has allowed Ryatah to live alongside the shadows for most of her life. And besides — she could not deny that Ripley was utterly magnificent. Here on the border of Hyaline and Pangea, she finds her. The sight of her — black and armored, with that knife-like tail dragging in the dirt and those depthless black eyes — is enough to make Ryatah freeze. She stares at her for what she thinks must have been the longest time, the glow of her aura dimming as the sky around them lightens, and breath hardly stirring in her lungs. She listens to the low clicks, and she wonders if she can even remember what Ripley sounded like before she had changed. The memories were hazy and half-hidden by years of her own turmoil, and she feels guilt twist in her chest when she realizes this is how she most remembers her daughter, and not as the vibrant girl she had been born as. “Ripley,” she says her name, soft and sad, though she isn’t sure if she remembers it — if she even remembers her. ryatah RE: happy mother's day - Ripley - 02-02-2020
@[Ryatah] RE: happy mother's day - Ryatah - 02-23-2020 she fell for the idea of him and ideas were a dangerous thing to love She is not a stranger to fear, but Ripley inspires a kind that is altogether different from what she is accustomed to. It is not the kind that tangles with want; it is not the kind that hides itself as a game to be played. It’s raw and unrefined, the kind that calls forth every natural instinct that has lain dormant for hundreds of years, the kind that tells her she should run. This was her daughter, once, but logically she knows that it’s not her daughter anymore. If it decided to attack her, there would be nothing Ryatah could do. No way to talk herself out of the situation. No way of possibly being brought back. No chance of reasoning at all. But of course, she doesn’t run. She ignores every instinct and instead she stands solid, watching the creature as it studies her. Ripley was difficult to read, but she thinks she recognizes that something in her black eyes that feels more curious rather than threatening, though Ryatah knows that could change in an instant. She listens to the strange, alien noises she makes in her throat, but then there is something that she hears that makes her heart stop. It could have been her mind playing tricks on her, she thinks; her heart conjuring up what she wishes she could hear. But then Ripley is stepping towards her, and she feels her heart begin to thud wildly in her chest, and there is a hope that slowly builds and blossoms there. For a moment her breathing slows, afraid anything too sudden would send Ripley fleeing back into Pangea; as though the creature could ever be similar to a flighty deer. When Ripley reaches her head towards her Ryatah hesitates, but then she moves too, until her white nose is touching the black of hers. Slowly, she expels the breath she had been holding, her lips gently feeling the armor across her face before she withdraws. “I wish I could tell you how much I miss you, and have you understand,” she manages to say around the ache that is building in her throat. She knows that, in a way, Ripley is happy; she doesn’t know any better, and she doesn’t miss her past life. It’s just her own selfish heart that hurts to see her like this. ryatah RE: happy mother's day - Ripley - 03-28-2020
@[Ryatah] RE: happy mother's day - Ryatah - 04-26-2020 she fell for the idea of him and ideas were a dangerous thing to love She doesn’t really expect Ripley to stay, at least not for long. She knows that there is little to her now beyond all the basic instincts, and eventually she would either grow uninterested in the glowing angel in front of her, or, most likely, she would get hungry. Ryatah wasn’t really interested in becoming her next meal, even if there was a foolish, trusting part of her heart that liked to think Ripley wouldn’t come after her. But as was her nature, she didn’t want to be the first one to leave. Even if she could not comprehend it, she did not want Ripley to ever see her turn her back and disappear; she didn’t want her to ever think, even for a moment, that leaving her behind had ever been her choice. When Ripley turns to go, though, there is something in the way she looks back at her, and the strange, almost crooning clicks that leaves her standing in confusion. She lingers in the area, though she isn’t sure why. She gets her answer soon enough when the trees and brush rustle with the movements of Ripley’s return, and for a moment all Ryatah can do is stare at the bloody leg that is so clearly being presented to her. “Oh,” she says softly, making sure to keep the grimace from her face when she lowers her head to inspect it. “This is….very nice. I think I’m going to save it for later, though.” Watching her daughter cautiously, and hoping that not immediately consuming the deer leg isn’t somehow an insult, she raises her head to better look at her once more. She knows the act was done out of a strange sort of kindness; maybe not in a way that she could understand, but, the fact that there was even a small part of Ripley that saw her as family and not prey made her heart feel like it was breaking in two. When the alien creature suddenly swings her head back towards Pangea, as though she is hearing something that Ryatah can’t, there is a sad, knowing smile that crosses her face. “Ana must want you back,” she says softly, and suddenly overcome with bravery, she steps forward. She touches her nose to her armored face, her dark eyes searching the endless black of her own when she says, “I’ll be here, in Hyaline. You can find me whenever you want. You don’t even have to bring deer legs, I promise Atrox doesn’t let me starve.” ryatah You don't have to reply since we talked about closing <3 |