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Love Me , Fight Me? ❤️

*cracks knuckles*

okay! so, this drabble is featuring my og ocs from a WIP story called Bloodline! bc of that, I wanna preface it with some explanations real fast to (hopefully) prevent any confusion! tho, if any of y’all of questions, pls feel free to send them to me :3c

anyway, Bloodline takes place on a moon called Tahra, which orbits a gas giant called Lamarr. There are two other moons (Darwin and Fazlur) that orbit Lamarr, and overall, there are two suns instead of one, and they’re called Lam 1 and Lam 2. Tahra has one continent with a few islands around it, but is completely covered in water otherwise - the continent itself is pretty big, but not enough to nearly encircle the moon, if that makes sense

All four planetary bodies are named after gods, so you’ll see the names used in place of God, hell, etc. so: “Oh my Lamarr” is the equivalent to “Oh my god”, and “go to Darwin” is equivalent to “go to hell” bc Darwin is a dead moon

deities are basically demigods, and the gods are… well, gods, and then you got regular people. deities have powers, but they pale in comparison to the gods, and they aren’t immortal, but they do have an increased lifespan

I actually got a sideblog for this (@bloodlinetrilogy), but I mostly just have a few moodboards and a couple of drawings o:

sdfjhsdfh right, anyway, the drabble is under the cut!! also it came out a hella lot longer than I intended whoops

major angst warning too

Love Me

“Looks like Arthfael’s got a crush.” Jocosa let out a snort, leaning back in her seat as she glanced toward her girlfriend, swallowing a giggle. “I’ve never seen him look so smitten.”

A bark of laughter escaped Eliza’s mouth and she shook her head, grinning as she quirked an eyebrow. “Jo, Arth hasn’t left her side since she arrived - you honestly think it’s just a crush?”

Jocosa couldn’t help but roll her eyes, glancing back toward the couple in question. She didn’t miss the way Arthfael was gazing at Elise, staring at her as if she were Lamarr herself, and she certainly didn’t miss the way Elise’s hand was resting on his. It was clear it was more than just a fleeting crush between the two, but… it was strange.

“You expect me to believe he’s fallen completely in love with a stranger?” She finally let out the giggle she had been holding back, turning away from Arthfael and Elise before she could be caught staring. “You know how long it took him to befriend Nike, he’s not the type to fall in love at first sight.”

Eliza shrugged, still grinning, and rested her chin in her hands. “Arth’s a strange one, what can I say?” Something flickered in her gaze, a look of knowing, as if there were more than she was letting on, but it was gone as quickly as it came.

Jocosa ignored it, deciding it was a trick of her imagination, but a thought pushed its way into her focus. Had they met before?

No. They couldn’t have - Arthfael rarely ventured into city, and when he did, he always stuck with the other deities. Even then, he preferred being amongst those he considered to be his friends. She hardly knew him, despite Eliza being one of them, but she knew enough about him that he only interacted with humans if it was necessary. And there was no doubt they couldn’t have met outside of Vencuro - had Elise ventured into Sifko, she would’ve been killed.

So what was it about Elise that captured his full attention?

Perhaps she would never know, and Jocosa was… alright with that.

With a grin, she held up her glass for a cheers, eyes sparkling with amusement. “Here’s so saying Arthfael actually has a heart.”

Eliza let out another laugh, tapping her glass against hers, eyes shining with amusement. “Gee, Jo, that’s a little harsh, dontcha think?”

Holding back her own laughter, Jocosa simply winked at her girlfriend before taking a swig of her drink. “Harsh?” She said, putting her glass down as she leaned across the table. “My love, you know it’s the truth.”

Her girlfriend said nothing, instead let out a hum of thought before she leaned across and kissed her nose, causing her to jerk back in surprise. “Whatever you say, dear,” she teased.

Jocosa felt her face flush, but she couldn’t help but giggle. “You just don’t like admitting I’m right, do you?”

There was another thoughtful hum from Eliza as she leaned back against her seat, a playful smirk appearing on her face. “If it helps you sleep at night, then sure, darling.”

“Oh, shut up.”

Fight Me

Jocosa stared out the window, expecting to see eyes gleaming back at her from the darkness, but there was nothing. Not that she could see, at least.

They were in Sifko, but miles away from the laboratory - the powerplant, whatever in Darwin’s name it had been. But she didn’t feel safe, and she doubted she would again. Not with those creatures, those mutants, free to roam the land.

What was worse was that she didn’t have the answers to the questions that buzzed in her mind like a swarm of angry wasps, and the questions that everyone else had. All she knew was that Burnam had allowed Greer to do as she pleased, to manipulate humans into working for her in the bunkers, creating monsters for no clear reason. But Greer was the goddess of chaos, and… she wasn’t sure if knowing that helped or not.

Greer thrived on chaos, creating it as she pleased despite having sworn long ago to not meddle in the affairs of deities and humans alongside the other gods. It didn’t matter if there was an ultimate reason for her actions - as long it caused confusion and mayhem, she was satisfied.

But why had Burnam agreed to all of it? He had the power he craved - he controlled everyone with fear and manipulation, and it worked well for him. Had Greer been promising him something? Had she promised him status as a god, in exchange for him hiding her from the eyes of the others?

The thought of Burnam becoming a god sent shivers down her spine, and Jocosa hugged herself tightly, ignoring her sweaty palms and fluttering heart.

She wanted to focus on the good that had come out of the Uprising. She wanted to focus on the fact Eliza had survived, that Burnam was dead and gone, and that Zahera had taken control of the chaotic situation swiftly and calmly. She knew it could’ve been so much worse - the Uprising could’ve come to a head in Vencuro. Burnam could’ve won, and Greer could still be free. But she couldn’t focus on that. Not with tensions still as apparent as Lamarr on the horizon.

The humans were up in arms, lashing out at any deity that came close, and she couldn’t blame them. Arthfael had turned colder, and it was clear he was not pleased with Zahera’s new leadership. Even Eliza seemed… distant. Everything felt wrong.

“Jo?”

Jocosa nearly jumped out of her skin, the voice breaking her from her troubled thoughts. She spun around, heart in her throat, and she let out a startled laugh, pressing a hand to her chest as she closed her eyes. “Lamarr, Eli! You scared me.” She opened her eyes, offering a weak smile, but it quickly faded when she saw her girlfriend’s near stony expression. “Eli? What’s wrong?”

Eliza stared at her, her gaze troubled, and she opened her mouth to speak, but nothing came out. Instead, she let out a heavy sigh and shook her head, looking up toward the ceiling. “Jo… I… Can you sit down?”

Her mind spun, fear and worry clawing at her heart. Unable to speak, Jocosa moved toward the couch before sitting down, staring at the other deity, desperately trying to figure out what was going to be said.

Eliza remained still, her gaze still focused on the ceiling, as if she were unable to face her lover. It was clear she was troubled, and the way her body was tense made Jocosa feel she were bracing for a fight.

“Talk to me,” Jocosa rasped, voice far weaker than she had intended. She had wanted to sound stronger than she felt, to sound calm and assuring. But she couldn’t. She couldn’t get her words to take on that facade, and she couldn’t chase the fear that made the hair on her arms rise. “Please, Eli. You’re worrying me.”

Her girlfriend inhaled deeply, finally lowering her head to look toward her, her eyes gleaming with an unspoken challenge. She was defensive, and Jocosa couldn’t read why.

Finally, Eliza spoke.

“Zahera can’t be in charge.”

What?

Jocosa stared at Eliza, her mind going blank. The words died in her throat, but she couldn’t even figure out what they were. Why? She wanted to ask. I don’t understand. She wanted to say. What in Darwin’s name are you talking about?

Eliza didn’t wait, lifting her chin as if she truly were facing against someone willing to argue. “The last thing we need to do is go into hiding - to pull away from the humans. We can’t do what the gods did. After what happened, we need to mend the relationship with them, to make things right-”

“They hate us.”

Jocosa stared at Eliza, feeling dizzy and baffled, and saw her own confusion reflected on her girlfriend’s face.

“Of course they do. I don’t-”

“Zahera’s right, Eli. We need to take a step back, to let the humans get some sort of peace. They don’t trust us, and they can’t if we keep breathing down their necks.”

She wanted to cry the moment, those words came tumbling out, to take them back. But she could only watch as those words caused Eliza’s face to harden, growing defensive once again, and it was clear Eliza had made up her mind. Listen to me, she wanted to say, but her tongue stuck to the inside of her mouth. Please, my love.

“Of course they don’t trust us,” Eliza spat, her voice sharp, and Jocosa did her best not to wince. Her sharp tone had rarely been directed at her, and it hurt.

“Eli-”

“Listen to me!” Eliza’s lip twitched as if she were going to bare her teeth, her eyes flashing with anger and… desperation. “I know Zahera may mean well, but she can’t be trusted. Burnam trusted her for a reason - he made her his confidant for a reason, Jo. Burnam was the one who caused this shitshow in the first place, but we’re just as guilty. We followed his orders, and we need to show the humans that they can trust us. That we’re going to make things right.”

Jocosa said nothing, staring up at her girlfriend as she struggled to process what she was saying. Her words sounded like that of a madwoman, and despite the belief she clearly possessed in what she was saying, Jocosa couldn’t tell if she were still trying to convince her as well as herself.

“My love,” she began, her words gentle, a little stronger than before. “Eli, I… I don’t understand. Where is this coming from?”

Eliza shifted her weight, and for a brief moment, looked uncertain herself. “Arthfael,” she said simply. “We need him as a leader.”

Jocosa felt her heart sink, and everything seemed to stop. Arthfael.

Since the Uprising at the powerplant, he had been different. Not just colder, but… determined. Full of bitterness and hatred toward those he felt had stood in his way from the beginning to get rid of Burnam.

Suddenly, Eliza’s words made perfect sense. Her words were not her own - they were Arthfael’s. And it reminded her of Burnam.

Inhaling sharply, Jocosa got to her feet and stepped toward Eliza, staring at her in the eyes desperately as she reached out a hand to touch her shoulder, but stopped short, unable to do so. “Eli, don’t you hear yourself?”

Eliza stiffened, eyes flashing. “Of course I do.” Her words were hard. “And I hear what Arthfael is saying, and I agree with him. We need to be active in earning the trust of the humans - if we stand by them, protecting them from whatever in Darwin’s name escaped from the lab, they’ll start to trust us. We’d be able to live together, nothing like before. We’re different from them, sure, but… that doesn’t mean we get to be above them.”

“That’s not what Zahera is suggesting.” Jocosa’s words came out far sharper than she intended, but she was unable to hold herself back, anger finally flaring in her chest as she pulled away from her girlfriend. “She doesn’t want us to be above them, but she doesn’t want us getting in the way. We’ve hurt them, Eli, and it’ll be best for us to pull away for a while, so both sides can heal. We don’t need to be involved.”

Eliza scowled, turning away as she crossed her arms over her chest before spinning back around to face her. “But we do need to be involved!” Her voice was rising, her temper flaring. “We’ve hurt them, and we need to apologize! Zahera just doesn’t want to face the consequences!”

“I can’t believe you’re saying that!” Jocosa did her best to ignore the painful ache in her heart, and she wanted to plead with Eliza to calm down. To just drop the matter altogether. She hated arguing with her. She hated seeing her girlfriend’s temper flare, but it never flared at her. Not like this, and it felt like it was going to kill her. “Eli, please! Zahera doesn’t want to cause more problems! She wants to make things right, but we need to give the humans space! She wants to make up for the pain we’ve caused, but to do that we need to back off!”

Eliza scowled. “And then what? She hasn’t considered what to do about those mutants, has she? She knew what went on in the lab, and she did nothing. She knew of Burnam’s cruelty, and did nothing.” She stepped forward, fury blazing in her eyes. “She did nothing to stop him! Arthfael was the one formulating a plan to overthrow him! He was the one to put his life on the line, over and over again, to get to the truth! Zahera lied to us, Jo! We can’t trust her, and we certainly can’t trust anyone who supports her!”

“You’re sounding just like Burnam!”

The moment those words left her mouth, Jocosa wanted to take them back.

Eliza stepped back, her eyes widening and her anger dying, and she looked as though she had been struck.

And Jocosa couldn’t stop.

“Can’t you see? You’re sounding paranoid, trying to convince yourself that you’re going to be doing something for the greater good when you’re not! Arthfael isn’t in a good state of mind, and you know that! It’s dangerous, Eli! The talk of Zahera lying? Where in Darwin’s name is that coming from? She needed to be careful - she has a son! Burnam wouldn’t have hesitated to kill Yezekael, even though he’s only a child! You know that! She never asked to be in that position!”

Eliza’s gaze hardened once again, her posture straightening as the anger returned to her eyes, and Jocosa felt her heart sink.

“I thought you were smarter than this,” she said quietly, and Jocosa reeled back, a choked gasp escaping her mouth.

Eliza kept going.

“Yeah, Zahera has a son, so what? We all have someone we could’ve lost, and some of us did lose someone. Dessa lost her father, and she’s just a child. Atlas lost his little sister - she was hardly an adult. Arthfael lost Elise.”

Tears blurred her vision, and Jocosa swallowed a cry as they began to spill down her face. “You don’t need to remind me of the dead,” she choked, voice breaking as she collapsed onto the couch.

“Apparently I do.” There was an uncharacteristic coldness in Eliza’s gaze. “You said I sound like Burnam, but we know that’s not true.” She paused, clearly mulling something over her tongue. “I didn’t realize I had lost someone, too.”

Those words hurt more than a scorion sting.

Jocosa flinched, turning her gaze away as she shuddered, struggling to keep herself together. She wanted to turn those words back against Eliza. This wasn’t her, and it wasn’t Eliza. What is wrong with us?

“Leave.”

“Jo-”

Without thinking, she jumped to her feet, spinning to face Eliza, hot tears spilling down her cheeks as she stared at her. “Leave!” She took a step closer, desperate anger blazing in her heart. “I don’t care what you do - but I’m staying with Zahera! Following Arthfael will only repeat this, and you know it!”

Eliza stared back at her, her expression changing into shock, her eyes wide and mouth open. No words came out, and she slowly shook her head, taking a few steps back.

For a moment… Jocosa thought she had pulled herself together. Something in the other woman’s movements made her believe she had snapped out of a trance, but then Eliza stiffened once again, and her heart sank.

“Fine.” Her gaze was cold once more. “I get it. I really do, Jocosa, and I thought you were better than this.” With a shake of her head, Eliza turned and began to leave, but stopped, looking over her shoulder.

Jocosa stared at her, struggling to breath, and doing her best to keep herself together even as it felt the world was shattering around her. Don’t leave me, she wanted to scream. Please! I love you! Please don’t do this to me!

“Goodbye, Jo.” Remorse filled Eliza’s voice, and for a moment, her expression wavered, mirroring the devastation Jocosa felt. But, despite her wavering voice, the other woman turned away, and simply walked out the door.

A choked cry escaped Jocosa as she fell to her knees, sobbing as she buried her head in her hands.

The Uprising was supposed to have been an answer to her questions. It was supposed to have taken care of everything that had nearly destroyed them - it took Burnam’s life, and chased Greer back into control of the other gods. But it left her with more questions, and took away the one person she had loved more than anything.

It had taken Eliza, and what remained of her was someone completely different.

#sdfhjsdfhjdf i keep rebooting bloodline so it's. a mess and i have no clear idea of what to write #but i do got ideas!!#and i love it a lot!! i just really gotta figure out wtf i'm writing sdfsdfhj #also i got a pinterest account completely dedicated to it pfff #Midge writes #asks #not warriors #anonymous

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