>> broker chapter update
hi guys! hope you all enjoyed part 1 of the broker chapter :D as i've said before, all of the posts are now tagged with "ch:the broker" so you can always find the chapters there if you missed any, but for convenience i'll list them here as well
the incident
the right hand man
rampage
the interrogation
the revelation
the broker chapter will have 3 more parts after this, all with 4-5 chapters. i'm taking a short break right now (not as if i was posting weekly chapters but let's pretend i was) to properly write part 2 so i have a head start with things once school starts again for me
doesn't mean i won't be online or won't be making new content though! i still have plenty of other projects lying around, both cyberpunk and others, that i'll be working on and sharing with you guys in the meantime :)
as always, if you have any questions about this story (can be about anything!!) you are 100% welcome to jump into my asks! i love talking about my ocs and writing so i'm happy to answer any questions you might have (especially after last chapter's reveal tee hee) :D <3
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@royalreef asked:
For one of the living, Miranda was awfully good at getting around in ways that even the dead didn't notice. It wasn't clear how she did it. The ability to move silently was one factor, surely, but even that only went so far. It didn't account for her talent at simply showing up — appearing when no one thought she was around, or when it should have been impossible for her to be there. Her ability to slip between other people's guards, navigate around every check put in place that should have spotted her, and bob through without ever being detected no matter the means WOULD have been more concerning, if Miranda ever used it for anything other than... well, being Miranda.
All of this to say, if there were anyone who could both sneak up on Polly, and then use that ability to sneak up on her to do nothing more than place her hands upon Polly's shoulders and cover her cheek in kisses, flicking a forked tongue out and against skin that wasn't there — then it would be Miranda.
And all the better for it too. She pressed her front to Polly's back, soft thud of her heartbeat so clear against her ribs. A little faster than it should be. Head curved, pressing her nose crest closer, nudging Polly with the bone and plated scales. Miranda's hands followed the curve of her shoulders, slipping down, following along the old path of her collarbone, and almost creeping lower. All before Miranda decided that had been enough, and bent her head back to see if she could stick lipstick marks onto Polly's cheeks.
That wasn't why she was excited though. Why her heart quivered so, breath a little shorter than usual, voice a little quieter. Eager, but testing. Curious, even, as though she was plotting something great and terrible.
"Polina, do you mind me asking you a question?"
Ah, here it came. The reason why Miranda snuck up on her. The reason Miranda got her alone, and was asking like she was worried someone might overhear. Shy, almost. It was kind of cute, in the sense that Miranda rarely let her anxieties show.
"Do... do ouija boards work, upon you? And if so, then... in what way?"
It was always strange, being snuck up on. A lot of people on land just thought you couldn’t sneak up on a ghost. That they’d just catch on to your presence long before you got close enough to startle them; let alone close enough to make contact. Polly, too, had thought that. Of course, Miranda had proven that wrong in spades.
That’s why, when hands find shoulder, it elicits a quiet little whisper of a gasp from her. How they sunk deeper than they ought to, before finally finding resistance. The fine film of spectral energy keeping the merfolk from reaching things deeper so incredibly thin it threatened to be pierced by a rogue breeze. So much deep pressure, hidden under such a thin layer... How form quivered, as if roiling waves beneath were being kept at bay by willpower alone. Which, in truth, they were, and Miranda had so easily nearly made things spill free.
A breathy chuckle, feeling the heartbeat pounding against her back. How it was faster, just so, from the norm she expected. How that cheek gave, quivering, as lips were pressed to it, finding purchase just like hands as Polly quickly re-assimilated to her form’s proper mold. How it was supposed to be more solid than the fluidity that Miranda was finding easier and easier to tease out of Polly with just little gestures after that impassioned kiss prior. How she could tell that, for a scant moment, the specter was disappointed when hands did not explore lower. Merely stopped at the memory of collarbone, teasingly, before they got to the topic that Miranda had came for.
How it took Polly a blink, then another, to properly pull her focus away from that bubbling warmth at her core. How, oh yes, there was a very clear illuminated pink mark on her cheek, shining brilliantly from the added glow of energy as she refocused herself. How Miranda could indeed pepper the ghost until there was just pink rather than the cool blue she was known for.
“Go-o-osh, girl, you really need to warn me before trying to brave the depths like that..” A bit of a laugh, as breathy as the last, but finding more solidity near the end as she had something else to focus on. How the question made her have to consider. It was, of course, her close friend Miranda asking. Alone, a fact she was not unaware of...
“Well, it’s like bringing a piece of me there to possess it. It kind of tugs a part of my consciousness and energy into the piece, if that makes sense. Enough for me to be aware of the surroundings and all that. I could easily manifest wholly from that, or just leave it at that piece of me.”
Oh yes, a piece of Polina, at your fingertips. To be held in hands, asked whatever you liked. Of course, there was no outright rule that questions needed to be asked once you had that little toy enriched with her essence for you to enjoy.
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