I'LL LOVE YOU TIL MY BREATHING STOPS [OPEN] I'LL LOVE YOU TIL YOU CALL THE COPS ON ME

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    //sooo major trigger warnings for violence and some sensitive themes related to that

    He loved her.

    He loved her.

    He loved her goddamnit.

    Ryan considered himself to be a steadfast person. He was not easily scared away... From anything, really. He had a lot of faults, he was a manipulative asshole who'd abused his girlfriend in their previous life together, but he'd been trying his damnedest to be better for her, and their children. He'd let her destroy every chance he might have had at a life here, let her tell everyone that he'd choked her, she'd accused him of disappearing her son and to top it all off she'd been nothing but horrible to him. Did he deserve it? Maybe in his previous life, but he really was trying here. He supposed that karma really was a bitch.

    "We aren't starting at all, Ryan. It was a one night stand. Do you know why it's called that? Because one night is all I can stand." She'd continued. "My name is apt in many ways, but I am not so self-destructive that I'll ever go back into a relationship with you."

    He'd finally accepted something. He'd accepted that Lucy, the love of his life, and Sel, the woman he'd been chasing after for so long, were not the same. Sel certainly had Lucy's memories, she'd proven that time and time again and couldn't convince him otherwise. But Lucy wasn't cruel like Sel was, she wouldn't find the words to tear a person down and leave you stranded in a salt mine.

    Lucy had been kind and loyal. He didn't think Sel knew the meaning of those words.

    Sel - he was no longer entertaining his delusions that it was Lucy, nor would he obey her wishes to be called that - had left her room after brutally rejecting his proposal and verbally destroying him however she could, and he'd followed, still clutching the ring. He was a steadfast person, but everyone had a breaking point. Sel's had been when Rising disappeared. This was his.

    Still, he regretted pushing her the moment he did.

    //hehe, the poll said spicy so. here's why I never put up an adoption for their litter>:D this shit's fucked up

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    She hated him. She really did, and she wasn't afraid to make that abundantly clear to him and anyone else that might be watching. Why shouldn't she hate him? He'd hurt her, manipulated her, abused her, and tried to act like it was love. She used to love him, and perhaps she still did. But her love for him was as twisted as his was for her.

    He'd tried to pretend he'd changed time and time again. Lucy had bought it hook, line and sinker every time, but Sel wouldn't be fooled. It didn't matter how much she had changed, he couldn't have. They were both actors, and he was oh so good at acting like he genuinely cared for her, acting like she wouldn't get burned. So good she'd even started believing him.

    But look where she was now, tumbling down a flight of stairs. She'd been right not to trust him, and she'd even somewhat expected this. Still, she was a little bit surprised. Sad.


    Her sadness dissipated once her body hit the landing and stopped falling. It was burned up by rage that quickly rose up, consuming her. She'd been broken when Rising had disappeared, but now the last string had snapped. An inhuman screech tore itself from her throat as she scrambled to her paws.

    Ryan had come down the stairs to check on her - big mistake. She grabbed hold of him and dragged him to the mast, conjuring ropes to restrain him. There were tears streaming down her cheeks, a maniacal look in her eye. In a weird way, she was actually happy. She'd been dying to do this, but couldn't do it until he pushed her to it. Well, now he had.


    She conjured her cat o' nine tails.
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    No. Please. This was a mistake, the worst one he'd ever made. This couldn't be real. No, it was real. And Sel was a far less forgiving woman than Lucy had been. Lucy had always forgiven him whenever he hurt her. She shouldn't have, but she did. But the enraged Captain? She would never forgive him for this.

    He'd been rushing down the stairs to make sure that she was ok, but then she was dragging him to the mast and tying him up there. He tried to speak but his voice was failing him. Shame coursed through him. Then she conjured the cat o' nine. Fuck. "S-Sel! I'm sorry! I'm so sorry!" Too loud, his voice was too loud, almost a shout. But she had to hear him. Had to believe him.

    //ew this sucks
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    Damn fucking right it was a mistake. Attacking Sel was one thing, but it was an entirely different thing to push the pregnant feline down a flight of stairs, something that was as infamous for ending pregnancies as coat hangers. With that in mind, how could she believe that this was anything but deliberate, anything but malicious?


    "Sorry?" She sneered, tightening her grip on her whip. "Sorry for what? Go head. Tell me everything you ever did to me that you're sorry for. See if sorry is enough you worthless piece of shit!" Anger radiated from the Captain in waves, along with barely restrained violence.
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    What was the opposite of a mistake? There were a few words that served as antonyms in various contexts, none really applied to this situation. The only thing that could have made this work out was if he hadn't done this. There was no other way that ended with Sel still at the bottom of the stairs (or pushed down them at all) that could have been better. There was no word for it.


    But there was an antonym that in general applied to him: success. He'd had very few, almost no successes in his life. He'd managed to get a job as a mechanic and was a somewhat functioning adult, but other than that... no. It was pathetic that he counted Lucy as a success? Being someone that she could fall in love with, someone that could keep her. His life had been empty.

    "Everything! I'm sorry for everything!" He could feel Sel's rage, he could feel the blood pumping through his veins. Blood that would surely be spilled if he did not soothe her anger. "I'm sorry for pushing you, for getting you pregnant. I'm sorry for hitting you and manipulating you." Tears had started making their way down his fluffy cheeks. "I'm - I'm sorry I killed us."

    //what even is this
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    Sel was very much the opposite: throughout her life she'd experienced success far more often than failure. She'd had failures of course, some where monumental. But the fact was, she tended to succeed whenever she applied herself. Most of the time. Lucy had been different, but of course she had been.

    Her sneer turned into a snarl. He didn't mean any of it, not genuinely. He was only sorry because of how it affected him, not because of how it hurt her. "You still fucking think you crashed the car?" Venom was dripping from her words. "You didn't crash the car, you colossal moron. I did." He'd been driving alright, and he'd been drunk and distracted, but she was the real reason the car had swerved into that ditch.
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    He stiffened under her paws, unable to believe what he was hearing. What? She... she crashed the car? No, no, he'd been driving, how could she have crashed the car? She wouldn't do that, right? The world felt like it was spinning. "What? No, you couldn't have..." Hurt and confusion played across his face as he tried to process this new information.

    //all my replies to this w Ryan suck

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    Her lips curled into a sadistic smile. "Why couldn't I?" She asked, tilting her head to the side a bit too far. "Just... grab the wheel and yank." Suddenly she lashed out with her whip, striking him on the shoulder, over old scars she still didn't know the origin of. "And hell, why shouldn't I?" Sel slammed the butt of her cat o' nine into his temple.

    "Do you want to know why I did it?" Ryan shook his head. She lashed him again, and again until he nodded. "Because I fucking hated you. I needed to get away from you, and killing you was the only way I could. Even if I died too, it'd be worth it. Just to be away from you." She released a strangely blissful sigh, but it was not out of happiness. She knew he'd think she was remembering a better time, without him in it, and that's exactly what she wanted. It'd hurt him more that way. "Too bad you came back in the end."

    //gonna open this up now! You're free to have your characters witness any and all of this, that's up to you. They can be horrified or supportive or whatever, but please do not have them try to stop Sel.
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    ♚ SKILLET ♚

    never lived, never died

    The beast would watch with calm eyes. Their mother and Deadpool had fought before and the beast had never got in the way. So, why would the beast now? Leading was power and Sel was using her power now.



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    The sound of a whip, something of that nature, was wholly strange and unsettling to Xylia's ears. She could hear Sel and Ryan spouting off back and forth, but she didn't realize how awful things were getting on the main deck until she scrambled up the stairs to see what was going on. Glancing at Skillet, her gaze swerved back to the pain she thought she could see in Ryan while Sel dealt the damage. Intervening would've been her first move with anybody else, but between Sel and Ryan? She didn't have powers to physically separate them and put a stop to it, and her words wouldn't make any difference under the circumstances. How could she just watch though?

    //little clarification, y/c is fine to protest, but not stop stop her, if that makes sense

    He didn't know what hurt worse. The physical blows she rained down on him, or the emotional ones that ripped through him like barbs. "She was... all I... had." He said through gritted teeth as she lashed him. Blood was pouring from his injuries, trickling down his body. If she kept this assault up, it'd begin pooling at their feet. "All... I loved." And he'd mistaken Lucy for this monster in front of him. What a fool he'd been. "I can't... believe I thought... you were her."

    People were watching now, silently taking in the torture. One of them was a stranger - for all they knew, he could be some poor sap Sel had captured, not a Clanmate. But Xylia, sweet Xylia who always had a million questions, always had something to say... she just watched, not saying or doing anything. "Help..." It was a hopeless plea - Xylia couldn't stop Sel, even if she wanted to. Maybe she was too far under the Captain's wing to do anything. And Skillet... why should they help him?

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    Ah, she had an audience now, not that she cared. In trying to play her, Ryan had plucked her strings too hard, and now they were broken. For the time being, she'd ignore Skillet and Xylia, focusing all her energy onto Ryan.


    She didn't stop thrashing him, even as he tried to speak. Her onslaught slowed, however, as he finished. She tilted her head to the side. "Why, because I'm capable of this? Did you forget what I just said? She killed you, remember?" As different as they were, as much as she liked to think of Lucy as a separate person, the fact was that Sel was Lucy's reincarnation. She glanced over her shoulder at Xylia and Skillet, her first proper acknowledgement of them. "Why would they help you? You're not worth it." She lashed him again for good measure, then used conjuration to swap her cat o' nine for her cutlass.
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    Xylia didn't know a great deal about Ryan nor his history with Lucy, but she did know that Ryan was her crewmate. On the other side of the sword though, Sel was the captain. If she could help, if she could stop Sel and put an end to the pain she was witnessing alongside Skillet, she would. She just didn't know how. "Sel, he's our crewmate, and one you allowed to stay in the Skulls. Why are you doing this to him now? Has he done things to you since he's been staying here?" Was this a lack of forgiveness, or a burst of vengeance?

    ★ ★ ★ "The best torture for him is moving on, Sel." They spoke as they took a seat there. Eyes never leaving the duo.


    "Speech."

    THE HUNT YOU LUCIFER'S ANGEL

    She was shocked that they were suggesting that she stop this, that they'd go against her like this. So much so that she temporarily halted her assault on Ryan to face them and respond. "You pretty much live under the stairs, Xylia, surely you heard me when he sent me tumbling down them?" Her voice was like ice as she addressed them. "Is it though? Because I've moved on. Emotionally cut ties with him, got new lovers, yet still he chased me. He drove me to this, made it the only option." Her lip curled, and she returned her attention to Ryan.
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    ★ ★ ★ "Then let our mother have him. She would gladly kill him for you without staining your pretty paws with his worthless blood." They offered with a half hearted shrug.


    "Speech."

    THE HUNT YOU LUCIFER'S ANGEL

    Flinching, Xylia had to stop herself from letting her emotions take over. Her body tensed though, curling in while her eyes stayed on Sel. "I sleep under the stairs. I don't live under them, and I wasn't there when Ryan pushed you." And boy didn't she wish he hadn't. Maybe he wouldn't be in this situation if he hadn't done so. Then again, he might've just sped up what was already coming his way. Her gaze flashed to Skillet at their suggestion, but she didn't know what else to say. Words weren't going to change Sel's actions, and nobody would get in her way, either.

    She shot a glare at Skillet. "If I was going to let anyone else kill him, it'd be someone that I knew for longer than five minutes. Besides, his blood is already on my paws." She hadn't let Neptuneblue kill him, or Vader, or Calla, or Deathstroke, all of whom would have a much greater investment in killing Ryan for what he'd done to her than Flora.

    She turned back to Ryan and looked at his shaking, bloody form for a long minute, then stuck her cutlass into his side, face blank. She didn't immediately pull back, staying there for a good minute before withdrawing.
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