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She Lives off Emotion Thrives on Defeat (Closed)

Who: [au2] Chloe and [ou] Feferi
What: Chloe demanded a rematch, but Feferi demured until Ruana wasn't in charge anymore. Well, Ruana's not in charge anymore.
Where: Floor 75, the top floor of the tower, after clearing a few monsters en route.
When: 7-1, late
Warnings: Chloe. Possibly a fair amount of creepy black flirting. Fighting. Blood. Possibility of serious bodily harm/death. Maybe a kiss. Yeah... Chloe's got a weird thing for deadly women, and trolls are ... trolls.

Chloe had made her way to the tower as soon as she'd gotten word in a hand-written note that Feferi was willing now. It said a fair amount about both of their anticipation that they'd waited all of five or six hours after the administration changed hands to meet up. There were a pair of dead husks and several dead orcs in the lower halls. Some of them were her doing, some of them weren't. Chloe wasn't in the mood to allow people to interfere with a play-date. She'd spent all of Ruana's game lurking in jungles, away from those with powers in places they didn't work right. She was... a little stir crazy and wanted to have some 'fun.'

So, now the assassin lurked there on the top floor. She was practically covered in knives. After months in the tower, she'd developed a knack for making decent ones quickly. Around her neck and arms were some of the bands she'd worn when turned into a retrieval unit. The feel of them on her skin brought back disturbing, but not entirely unpleasant memories. Flipping a knife in her hands, she watched the stairwell, eyes glittering. Feferi was dangerous, but knowing what she was doing, she had mentally prepared herself.

She'd faced dangerous women before.

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This was, in no uncertain terms, a bad idea.

It was bad from the moment it was suggested, and it was worse now. But really, who black-flirted with her? Nobody. Nobody black-flirted with Feferi, and really, who the hell was she to say no?

There was a dead retrieval unit among that pile of bodies. The heiress had been followed by a stalker for roughly two months now, and she had become a master at dispatching it quickly when the situation called for it. If it pissed Jason off having to repair them? Feferi couldn't exactly say she cared. Yeah, she knew that the guy was at least honest, but there was enough bad blood between the two of them that she really couldn't condescend to care.

She couldn't help the faint blush on her cheeks when she approached, trident in hand and pointed. The blood on the end of the weapon was bright red, and she suspected there would be a lot more red on the end of it before the night was over.

...and she was fine with that.

Oh god. When she saw her stepping out of the stairwell, walking towards the assassin with blood running down the points of her trident, Chloe felt a little thrill. Gamzee was incredibly powerful, and he'd basically torn her mind apart. The thought of danger was exciting.

And then she saw the blush. The bit of indigo there coloring her cheeks, the same color she'd seen the last time Feferi had killed her, made her whole body tremble. It was almost as if she wasn't the only one turned on by the thought of fighting with someone who might very well kill her. Both of her hands slipped back and out, a pair of blades there in her fingers, spinning before coming to a rest with the hilts in her palms.

"Rules. Are there any, Empress?" she whispered softly. "And do you intend to let me walk away from this tower if I lose this time?"

...that whisper was not helping Feferi's urge to blush, and she couldn't help a shiver in response.

She had to take a deep breath so her voice wouldn't waver too terribly before she could answer. Because, yes, she recognized what she'd felt. She knew the signs.

"...there are four types of romances in troll culture. Matespritship is closest to human lovey-dovey romance. Moiraillegiance is a 'best friend' kind of feeling - basically, someone you platonically love. You keep an eye on them. Auspicistism is close to moiraillegiance, except on the black side of things - based on rivalry or even on hate.

I recognize what I feel as a black crush: entirely of the type a human would call romantic, except based on a feeling of strong rivalry and dangerousness - loving the rivalry and the dangerousness. Blackrom partners don't kill each other. I'm declaring this straight-up. We fight, if either of us loses, winner has the right to kiss the other. We're allowed to hurt each other and call names and all of that, but no fatal injuries."

Feferi's voice dropped in its pitch, a touch breathy. "Deal?"

So clinical... but she wasn't human, and it felt like something that needed explaining. It also helped her understand two things about Gamzee. One, she knew why he'd reacted that way before. Two, he was a terrible lover. She could forgive Feferi for before. She'd been cursed.

He hadn't.

When the explanation came through, her lips curled into a smile. "I think... that I like your culture, Empress," she breathed out, blades flipping so that they faced backwards from her hands while she slipped into a crouched stance. "Deal... but you should know that where I was before this... we often did more than kiss when we'd pinned each other to a wall."

Her teeth bared. "But one step at a time... First, I'd really like to see some of that beautiful color underneath your skin." She didn't care if it was fake. It was so pretty. When she sprinted forward, she was careful, keeping one blade poised and ready to parry the Trident. That barbed weapon was going to be a danger with the added feet of range it could give her.

Exactly. Feferi wasn't human, Chloe was, and there were rules. If she was going to pursue this, she was going to pursue it with full disclosure. It was bad form to do otherwise.

She had no idea about Gamzee, and if she had, she'd have been a little defensive - practically being someone's moirail, even if it wasn't official, did that - but she could also see the whole 'yeah, he's used to boys and honking girls' breasts' thing being a disadvantage.

"I was hoping you might say that," Feferi said, eyes lighting up. She flushed a little more at that second statement - sure, she'd had plenty of kisses in her time, but if this turned into -

- there wasn't time. Feferi was off-guard, and Chloe's first strike was enough to draw a cut on her upper right arm. That pain made her hiss and move to strike back, ducking low and sweeping her trident.

She'd claimed first blood. That surprised her, but at the same time she didn't want to sit on her laurels. She'd managed to take the troll off guard by some little miracle, but she was still incredibly dangerous, as was evidenced by the trident whipping around.

Even on her toes, the weapon swept her off of her feet. Chloe rolled backwards to pull away from further reprisal from the lashing weapon and came to her knees. She whipped a hand forward as soon as she was facing Feferi, a blade zipping from it, aimed towards the outside of the heir's calf. No fatal strikes did not mean she couldn't try to disable. Besides, they were both dueling with very lethal weapons, she reflected as her hand reached back to pull another blade and she licked a flicker of purple from the one still in her other hand.

It shouldn't have; Feferi had been perfectly distracted for a moment. Hormones were definitely a thing for a girl of her age - trolls' and humans' ages didn't perfectly correspond, but closer to fifteen now, she thought. Time got fuzzy, after over a year here, and the time in the game...

But this was no time to be thinking about that. Not with a blade coming, and she deflected only after it grazed her calf, knocking it away.

Head in the game, Peixes. Head in the game. This is a fight first, no time to think about that stuff!

That sweep had worked before, but no using the same move twice. Feferi stabbed forward, aiming to get Chloe's hand pinned between two of the tines of her trident and disarm that hand.

Chloe had a little advantage on the 'dealing with hormones' part. She wasn't that much older than Fef, in a sense. However, she'd spent a year on crazy sex island, being forced to learn the hard way how to handle her hormones. It came in handy when knocking people off balance. And Chloe could tell that this was having an effect, an effect it didn't the last time they'd fought.

She was going to abuse that.

When the trident struck, she could feel thin grooves along both sides of her forearm and felt the twist at her wrist. She had to squirm and release the blade, but she was more than willing to do that. She fought with two in hand, and she had ample blades all over her body. Twisting, she heard the ting of it clattering to the ground and felt her wrist twist a little to get loose while she tried pulling in close.

Close enough so that she could blow over Feferi's fins and grin. "I want to have so much fun with you Empress..."

That single motion - blowing on her fins - made Feferi's entire body shiver. Those were sensitive and like this? It sent a little pulse of heat right through her body, despite the shiver. She still couldn't help the wavery motions of her trident as she stepped back a bit.

Bad positioning, and she knew it, but her head was going fuzzy with those mixed signals. She let Chloe get even closer with those blades, trying to get her trident positioned to push back a little. It wasn't working so well.

"Is that so? I - I..."

She let one hand drop off her trident, trying to cover the bright blush on her face.

Oh, she was enjoying that reaction. It was exactly the sort of reaction that she wanted to see in Feferi. The girl hadn't really explored this side of herself, and it was a weakpoint. Chloe had a feeling that the next time they fought, she wouldn't be able to abuse it, and so she meant to make as much use of it as she could.

Taking the arm that had been caught for a second and disarmed, she traded blades in that hand and slashed upwards at the side, aiming to slice the skin right along the forearm and hand. If she could open it up with just the right amount of pain, she might actually drop the trident in that one hand. Her other, on other hand reached up to grab for her slender throat, just above the collar.

"Even if it is not real... if I press my thumb here, I can take your breath away," she purred softly.

There went gold, with a loud clattering noise. It would leave some cuts on Chloe's forearm, but that was it. Tyrian blood splattered a little along with that cut.

It really didn't help that Feferi's neck gills were right above her collar line. Any kind of pressure there made it a little hard to breathe - most sea trolls drew a line at gillplay, or only did it with a trusted partner. But the rules had been set; black romances didn't kill each other.

"You already are," Feferi murmured, voice breathless. Slightly pouty, but breathless, and her cheeks were flushed in a way that spread past her collar.

The murmur in combination with the feel of the gills against her fingers made Chloe's whole body shiver a little. She pushed, trying to press Feferi up against the wall before her fingers slackened and she leaned up closely. One knee pushed up, trying to prop itself between the tyrian's own and keep her from getting a good footing while the hand with numerous nicks along its arm very gently brought the knife up.

It would take the place of the grip, away from the gills. Purely a reminder if Feferi thought to fight at this point. She leaned up just a little closer and whispered softly into her ears. "Do you yield this round, or do I have to ... convince you a little more?"

Chloe's efforts to push Feferi against the wall definitely worked, as did getting that knee between hers. The heiress couldn't help shivering all over, blushing darker.

She reached for the back of Chloe's neck, pulling her closer. Forget about the knives, she wanted something else.

"Convince me like this," Feferi murmured, before catching her lips in a kiss.

That was the reaction she wanted. The steel eased back from skin and flipped backwards and sheathing it. She wasn't giving it up, but there didn't seem to be any need for it right then and there. They were easy enough to reclaim, even if she knew Fef could grab for one in a pinch. Right now, though, that didn't seem to be the princess' intentions.

Her free hand reached up, brushing over the fins while the other wrapped its way around a horn and tugged. She was tilting her head to deepen the kiss, pulling on lips and nipping. Her whole body pressed in close to the troll and she let out a low, feral growl.

Why didn't Atia bring these creatures to the island? They could be so much... fun.

Feferi couldn't help the noise she made at that yank on her horn - it hurt, but not in a bad way. She was a bit surprised, because her horns could hurt if yanked too hard.

Those brushes over her fins drew a surprised noise and a shiver from the troll, and she put a hand on Chloe's back, dragging her claws downward. This was...Feferi didn't have the words. It wasn't sweet red kisses, and it surprised her that she liked them so much.

She had to break the kiss for a quick breath after a moment.

"Keep convincing me."

"So greedy," she growled out, pressing her hard against the wall, running her teeth across the base of the troll's jaw between those kisses. "One would almost think you were the one who won here?" It didn't, however, sound like she was complaining in the slightest. Her mouth descended on Feferi again, pulling hard at her and pressing her knee up to give her body a small grind.

The more that she kissed Feferi, the ore that her fingers started to wander inch by inch further along the other's body. She could feel habits she'd learned elsewhere kicking in strongly again, a hand reaching down from the horn she'd gripped to brush over the back of her fins, eyes fluttering while she turned her head more.

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still me, just different account for icon

^-^ handy to have those sometimes.

most definitely. <3 also, fade to black after one or two tags more?

Yeah, probably only safe for a post or two more