#but she said i straight up ignored them very not present a dissociative kind of girl truly

[visenyavires]

Bleed Not For Death, But For Love

Chapter 3: Devotion, You Shall Have

Warning: Blood and sorta NSFW scene ahead!!!

I stare at myself in my vanity (like I had the time to) trying to figure out what to wear, how to do my hair, and honestly, how to compose myself. She called me “My Darling” in the letter she just left for me, rather than by my name. Maybe it was a new pet name? I honestly couldn’t tell, but I am freaking out on the inside about it. Did she pick up on my subtle hint of admiration I gave her in the Hall of Ablution? My mind is absolutely racing as I snap out of my dissociation trance and put on a plain, black, full-length dress, and pull my hair half up. I throw on some black heels that I bought in Italy as well and check to make sure I look presentable in the mirror. I pull a few wisps of hair down to frame my face elegantly and leave my chambers. It's about a 3-minute walk from my room to hers, but 2 if I speed walk. I walk quickly but also try to avoid being out of breath by the time I reach her chambers. “Draga Mea…,” her voice echoes in my mind as well as the image of her bathing in the thick, ruby liquid. I can’t stop thinking about it, I’m actually beginning to obsess over it.

I reach her chamber door and the smell of ambrosia and hand-rolled cigarettes reaches my nose. I take a deep breath in and savor the atmosphere it creates before I raise my hand to knock.

“Come in, dear,” I hear her coax from behind the door embossed with a large, golden house sigil. I open the door to see her standing at the balcony, a wine glass in one hand and a freshly lit cigarette in the other. She’s wearing a long, black gown very similar to the one she normally wears with red roses for her brooch that matches her scarlet lips. She is still wearing her iconic sun hat with the wide brim and her pearl necklace with her house sigil as the pendant. She takes a long drag from her cigarette and exhales slowly before turning and walking to the left to reveal a glass of red wine sitting on a small table, untouched as well as two chairs, one larger than the other.

“Have a seat,” she commands, but not harshly. I do as I’m told and she hands me the glass of wine. I make eye contact with her as she sits in the larger chair opposite me and she takes another drag from her cigarette before speaking.

“Do you know why I summoned you here tonight, Y/N?” She asked with that slight commanding tongue. She lets her hand with her cigarette hang loosely. I stifle a shudder, hoping I didn’t mess anything up.

“No, my Lady, I’m afraid I don’t,” I say as I look down at the wine glass I’m holding in my lap.

“As the Grand Chambermaid, there are some things you need to know,” she begins.

“First, you need to know that I have extremely high expectations, which is why no one here chose to step up to the position you have claimed. Second, you need to understand that these expectations are strict. There is very little room to change the order and manner I desire them to be done. Given that you had no time to prepare for today, yet you still exceeded those expectations, I want to reward you with some of my finest red blend.” She said, her tone softening only a little bit.

“I also wanted to make you aware that as my Grand Chambermaid, your orders come straight from me and no one else.” Her tone had a hint of darkness in it and made me wonder what happened at her meeting today.

“Even Mother Miranda?” I ask, hoping I didn’t step out of line. She takes a second to pause, clearly trying to make up her mind on if this is something she really wants to go through with.

“You are an outsider of the village, you do not need to take orders from her. I am the one paying your salary, so you are mine and mine alone,” she declares possessively.

“Yes my Lady, I shall only take orders from you,” I nod, keeping eye contact.

“That’s a good girl,” she purrs and leans back in her seat and crosses her legs, relaxing. I exhale silently, but heavily. She’s playing with me, I can feel it. I was so sure I was in trouble for a moment. I bring the wine glass to my nose and sniff the aged liquid before I take a sip. It’s possibly the best wine I’ve ever tasted. Her eyes are glued to me as I lower my glass and smile.

“This is divine, my Lady. I’ve never had anything quite like it.” I say, trying not to be too ecstatic about it.

“That’s because it’s my own blend,” she says, her chin tilting up and her eyes staying locked on me. She’s proud, and I’m impressed.

“There’s no blood in that specific blend. That is the kind I sell to mortals. My personal favorite is my Sanguis Virginis. It’s not for human consumption,” she states with a serious tone. I take another sip and sit back in my own chair, trying to mimic her body language.

“I didn’t know you ran a wine business, my Lady,” I say, indicating that I would like to hear more. She has kept her eyes on me the entire time, watching my every move. She ignores my invitation to talk more about it, she seems to have other plans.

“The other reason I summoned you here tonight is that I have a long-standing tradition with my willing Grand Chambermaids,” she says huskily. My breath catches as she draws one last drag from her cigarette before she leans forward to put it out. She takes a sip of her “wine” and relaxes in her seat again.

“You spoke earlier about devotion and loyalty. I want to know how far you’re willing to go,” she states with a hint of challenge in her tone. Now she’s testing me. She’s making it very obvious that she knows what I desire. I could only come up with one answer, and for once, my anxiety didn’t stop me from speaking.

“How far do you want me to go?” I asked, rather bravely. To this, she grins somewhat wickedly. Her golden eyes turn glassy and I suddenly realize… she’s hungry.

I stand and set my glass of wine down, my heart racing. I know she can sense it. She uncrosses her legs, sits at the edge of her chair, and reaches her gloved hand out for me to take. I slip her glove off to reveal an elegant hand with sharp, scarlet red nails. She turns her palm upward to grab my hand and pulls me between her legs up to the edge of the seat, her skirt is the only thing that separates me from her skin. I stand only a few inches taller than her seated form and her mouth is perfectly aligned with the middle of my neck. My heart pounds, her eyes fixate on my pulse point. Our faces are mere inches apart and she looks up slowly to meet my infatuated stare. I see thick desire meshed with hunger in her eyes, and I know she sees how much I want this.

She rests her gloved hand on the small of my back and watches herself caress my neck with her nails before returning her gaze up to mine. I get chills all over my body.

“Devotion, you shall have,” I say huskily. She grins and lets out a vocal sigh of pleasure, almost a laugh. I close my eyes as she takes a sharp nail and slices into my neck ever so slightly. I manage to suppress a wince as the sting takes over my skin. I gasp with pleasure as I feel her tongue lick up the pooling blood from the fresh cut. I hear a soft moan come from her throat as she presses her lips to my neck and she pulls me closer by the small of my back so that I’m leaning slightly backward. Her free hand slides over my shoulder blades and grabs the base of my neck to keep me still and close. She separates her lips from my skin only for a moment to speak in a deep, raspy tone.

“Devotion, I shall take, Draga Mea,” she says seductively and sinks her teeth into the open cut she created. I gasp at the sensation, which excites her and she pulls me closer so that I am now flush against her body. She’s leaning forward into me while pulling me close, her strong arms hold me effortlessly in a position where I am slightly reclined and practically sitting on her thigh. My body curves perfectly around her breasts and I can feel her throat pulsing against my chest as she drinks. She lets out a deep moan of pure pleasure like she hasn’t experienced this sensation in a long time. She holds me impossibly close and I feel a rush of euphoria, enough that I feel one hand run through her raven curls, the other hand slide to the back of her neck, and my leg that's furthest from the chair lifts to wrap around her waist. This only excites her more and she tightens her grip and sinks her teeth deeper. I let out an involuntary moan combined with a sigh and tilt my head back, in my own world of bliss. I realize this was all I’ve ever truly wanted, and I finally have it.

……….

A few moments later, my head begins to feel light and as if she could sense it, she slows down and reluctantly separates her lips from my neck as if it pains her. She lets out a gasp like she forgot to breathe the entire time and I know she’s dying to go back in for more. But instead, she looks down at me and tilts her head to the side ever so slightly, and gives me a divine, scarlet grin.

“My, my, Draga Mea, you are the best I’ve tasted in ages. You are pure încântare,” she purrs with a touch of adoration as she sits me up to blot her mouth with her handkerchief. I meet her gaze and smile lightly, happy that I was able to please her. She notices I’m light-headed and effortlessly lifts me with one arm under my knees and the other around my back. With her long strides, it’s a matter of seconds before we reach her bed, the biggest one I’ve ever seen. She sets me down gently and lights a candle beside me. She closes the doors and heavy curtains to the balcony to block out the sun that’s about to rise and removes her hat and jewelry. She then lays next to me with a handkerchief and blots the open wound on my neck dry as she hums an unfamiliar tune. I close my eyes and succumb to sleep, that tune fading more and more with each passing second.

……….

I wake up a few hours later tucked into my own bed, my hair taken down and brushed, my shoes neatly placed by my bed, but I’m still in my gown from the night prior. I know I have several hours left to sleep before I have to be up for work but I can’t stop thinking about what happened. I touch my neck to feel the marks she left behind and I smile widely. It wasn’t a dream.

Tomorrow, I am to meet her at dusk once more to help with her daily soak. Her daughters also requested my presence at midnight, what exactly for remains unknown. The last time I saw them was when I first arrived, so I wonder what scheme they’ve spent the whole night cooking up. But I won’t lie to myself, the impending conversation I’m to have with Lady Dimitrescu in a few hours is one I’m extremely nervous but excited to have. If I wasn’t infatuated before, I certainly am now, and now I can show it a little more openly.

I roll over in bed and see something sitting on the table in front of the fireplace. I have come to adore the mysteriously delivered items she leaves for me. I sit up but immediately get dizzy. There is a fresh glass of water sitting on my nightstand. Alcina Dimitrescu… I would’ve never taken her for the type to care for you after intimacy. I drink almost the whole glass and then try to stand. I’m able to walk to the table to reach the bottle of wine she had opened just for me. Beside it was yet another note written in perfect cursive.

“Draga Mea,

Here’s some wine to fill that glass you love so much. It pained me that you didn’t get to finish your treat. Rest while you can, I’ll see you at dusk in the Hall of Ablution.

Întotdeauna a ta,

- Alcina”

“Always yours” signed with just “Alcina.” Her signature was informal. She’s beginning to get comfortable with me. I’m shocked and extremely flattered. I know that Grand Chambermaids are supposed to be close with their Ladies, but she had no hesitation or fear. She simply was and I adore her for that. I wonder what she has planned in the Hall of Ablution and what all will be said.

I uncork the wine and inhale deeply, all the memories flooding back to me. I smile with pure contentment, close the bottle, and walk back to bed. The only reason I’m able to fall back to sleep is because I know it will help the time pass faster before I can see her again in a few hours. I play the tune she hummed to me over in my head until I drift into a dreamless sleep, only to be startled awake by distant, mischievous giggling, and it seems to be getting closer…

To be continued...

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[beautifulsexymuses]

Hey if you wanna read me rambling about kaminari then here you go 

I would say Kaminari is one of the most openly expressive and emotional people in his class. He has no problem showing when he’s angry, happy, sad, etc but they tend to stay in the realm of shallow reactions. When someone is mean he gets angry or dejected but it doesn’t seem to last long or have a lasting impression on him.

Each character arc tends to have an emotional barrier, there is an issue that the character needs to come to terms with and not only are they fighting a mental battle but a physical battle as well. Todoroki is fighting Deku in the arena but he’s also fighting that internal abuse, he’s confronting it for the first time and pushing past it. When he used his fire he has pushed past that mental/emotional wall and is bettering himself.

Iida is fighting Stain but in that time he’s waging a war internally, a war about what is right and wrong. It’s the struggle of something that is wrong but right vs something that is right but wrong. Avenging his brother seems right, but it is inherently wrong. Stain’s values seem wrong but are technically right. Heroes should be accountable, heroes should take their jobs seriously and serve rather than use it to serve themselves.

Kirishima vs Rappa (Spoilers for non-manga readers) This is a battle of worth, Kirishima doesn’t see himself or his strength as having any value. He makes comments on it since the beginning and it’s Deku who is the one who to say no, it’s like a pro heroes. In the fight Kirishima needs to step up and do something and he has to push past that feeling of being incapable of helping. He regrets what he did in middle school and it’s trauma that he has to overcome.

In that fight he realizes he is capable of more, his quirk is capable of more and he is worthy of the title of hero.

Momo vs Aizawa, now, for her I do hope we get more of her and more of an arc but this battle was really good for her. This is a battle of confidence and it takes the form of Aizawa. Honestly, what zaps a person’s confidence more than having their quirk taken away? She needs to find the confidence in herself, her own mind and abilities and Todoroki helps her remember that she is a very capable woman. With that reminder she puts the plan together and they are able to take on Aizawa and win. From then on she is more confident and we see in the 1-A vs 1-B arc that she has the confidence and if she trains more she’ll be able to execute bigger and badder things. She just overdid it and ended up tiring herself out.

Now, what does all this have to do with Kaminari?

WELL I’M GLAD YOU ASKED!

Kaminari doesn’t seem to display any deep emotional issues. It might be he’s too dumb to be sad, ignorance is bliss after all but I’m hoping that’s not the case. I’m thinking more of a dissociation issue.

When Kaminari loses he never seems to take it to heart, he doesn’t seem to concentrate on it. He’s not embarrassed on his mistakes or looking bad which is kind of weird. In the tournament he lost really easily, with his midterm exam he got 20th and failed the practical. Now, it can be noted that Mina who was in the same boat didn’t seem too upset either, we didn’t see her having a moment of insecurity or doubt. It can be equated that they’re too dumb and cute to feel bad about their failures. Which in all honesty, good for them. They are strong.

They got upset in the moment but we don’t see them reflecting and ruminating on their failures. Obivously the upcomming arc was not about Mina and Kaminari so they were pushed to the background as usual.

In any case if there was an arc for Kaminari I think it would have to do with his emotional distance, we don’t see him having any in depth heroic reasoning for becoming a hero. It could be he’s only being a hero to impress girls. Kirishima’s original concept had his reason for joining UA to impress a girl but since his reason has changed that concept might have been pushed to Kaminari. We haven’t heard him from Kaminari though.

All we know is that he’s a friendly guy and helps connect the class together. When they were describing Kaminari there was a panel that said he has a mouth that bridges gaps. He basically talks to people like they’re his best friend. That’s why he is fine with telling off Bakugo because idk about you but my bestie calls me a dumb bitch from time to time and I aint even mad about it lolol

He’s also open with compliments and what he feels, he says what he thinks and he does bridge those gaps pretty easily which is shown by the tiny tid bits between him and Bakugo. Kaminari straight up called his personality shit and Bakugo yelled at him but nothing more happened. The whole class saw that so everyone could kind of see that Bakugo is angry and crazy but he’s not completely bonkers and purely malice.

Bakugo told Kaminari about the use of his gauntlets which came in handy during the license exam arc. It’s hinted at that Bakugo told Kaminari he took music classes when Kaminari brought up that information when they were trying to make the band.

Basically, what I’m saying is Kaminari makes friends with everyone and see’s everyone in his class as his friends and treats them as such. He values them more than himself, he puts himself at a disadvantage and then puts himself in danger. So when it comes to fighting he seems fine with self sacrifice, when he was with Momo and Jirou and he decided to use full force he knew he’d go wheey mode. He knew that he would fry his brain but when he attacked he just yelled out how he wouldn’t hurt his friends. He was so excited and happy he could use his power despite what it’d do to him and save his friends.

He’s such a good boy.

Anyways! So with the recent chapter we have scene Kaminari does reflect on his ranking in the class when he talked about how now he doesn’t have anything that sets him above Todoroki and Bakugo now that they got their license. He doesn’t show any sadness, he’s actually quite nonchalant about it.

It can be hinted that he doesn’t allow himself to become emotionally invested in his own person. He doesn’t allow himself to feel to deeply about his failures or himself. Can’t be hurt if you don’t care kind of mentality. Or rather, can’t over think something if you don’t think at all.

I think if Kaminari had an arc it would force him to become present in himself, to think about what he wants and to take it seriously. He’ll face the physical form of his dissociation and the fight where he must look inside and figure out what kind of person and hero he’s going to be.

I’m hoping that he pretends to join the other side though and is a traitor but to the enemy. That’d be sweet.

#ooc #mun talks about her son Kaminari way too long #I forgot to add the endeavor fight #but basically a shitty power hungry monster vs a shitty power hungry monster #endeavor realizing being an abusive fuck aint it chief