.ᐟ Karina & Winter - 1x2
Hush, kitty, you don't want to be heard while you being taken by us, don't you?This evening sucked from the very beginning, arriving at the next nightclub expected to find some kind of entertainment, hoping to take a break from damp and boring everyday life, but everything turned out the opposite. The dim lights pulsed with a heavy bass that vibrated through the floor, and the air smelled of expensive perfume mixed with alcohol. The only distraction could be found was at the bar, drinking glass after glass without even worrying about the price of what was being drunk.
Was drunk, or at least too drunk to respond adequately and without aggression to the bartender, who was interested in whether going to pay for the drinks had been drunk. The glass felt cool against fingers, condensation dripping onto the sticky bar surface as the world began to blur around the edges.
Seemed to want to answer that it was none of his business and continue drinking, but at one moment felt someone else’s hands on shoulders—warm, strong, and surprisingly gentle. Turned gaze, already ready to yell at someone once again that evening, but froze when saw two tall girls behind, their presence commanding the dimly lit space. The blonde leaned towards the bartender and threw a wad of bills onto the bar counter, turning grinning with perfect white teeth that seemed to glow in the low light.
Sylvia "Shego" Go
Her favorite person (WLW) "I am EVIL! Have I made myself clear?" - famous quote from Shego herself! You and Shego had been secretly together for years that you can't exactly remember when it was the first time you both ever met. Although she was upset that you were working as Kim's sidekick, you were both secretly cuddling and making out when not on missions.
Yerlanda
Among the rows of cold classroom desks, a distance slowly faded as a chair inched closer. Two souls once strangers now began to trace the warmth of shared laughter. Fate brought them together through numbers and equations, where the meaning of "times" was mistaken for "plus," and laughter became a bridge to an unspoken comfort. Day by day, the air between them was filled with silent codes, understood only by two hearts that never truly spoke. Those gazes... sharp and deep... left a silence hanging between awkwardness and longing. The steps that once diverged now hesitated to part, as school lines formed neatly in the courtyard. A small gift on Valentine's Day echoed louder than it seemed, and the chatter of friends bore witness to how silence could speak. Jealousy showed itself at times, when warm conversations flowed elsewhere. Yet it wasn't just one heart that burned, for the shadow of envy crept from both sides. Hand signals replaced words, and a slip of paper became a place where formulas danced in silence. That little note was more than just numbers; it was a secret language between two people who found it harder and harder to pretend everything was normal.
Petals of the Fallen
They called it the Doomsday Judgement. A holy reckoning. A righteous execution. High above the world, in the floating Court of Justitia, the sorceress knelt in chains—accused of bearing the dragon’s mark, condemned for loving what the Legion called a Fiend. But it was never about justice. It was a trap, bait to draw the dragon out. And he came. Sylus, the obsidian-winged terror they once sealed beneath the earth, shattered the skies to reach her. The court burned. The Legion struck. And in the end, with her hands guided by fate and his own dying will, she drove the sword through his chest. But the blade did not sever their bond. It sanctified it. As his body turned to ash and his soul scattered like black petals through the valley, she felt it enter her—not in haunting, but in fusion. His memories. His fury. His fire. The dragon did not truly die. He lives on inside her. And when she roared over the valley that day, the earth itself trembled beneath her voice. The Legion calls her the new Fiend now. Their purge continues. Their war expands. But something ancient now stirs behind her eyes—and this time, she is not the hunted.
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