Of Lipstick and Bloodstains || P. Luna

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    Stars, hide your fires; Let not light see my black and deep desires.


    ♚ She left her room, or what she had affectionately begun to refer to as the Bone Nest she had erected up on the windowsill, and found her amber gaze trailing over to the opposite door—to Luna’s feast room. The silver molly had become Head Guard not long ago, and it was with some amusement that she remembered she had never been officially released as a tyro despite her promotion. At the time it seemed she had been one of the warm bodies here to fill a vacant space—now she had a scar across her paw and she wanted to be more.


    And Luna was the feline who was the closest thing to family she had at the moment. Mama Luna and she had neglected her, just as she had the Dark Forest. Would she be proud of Severa’s endeavors within that shadowed plane? Who could say? But she thought it had been far too long since a conversation of any kind was had.


    So, she strode forward—the young kitten now a tall, lean feline, her dilute torbie pelt a beautiful display despite the scars along her shoulders. “Mama Luna?” she purred in greeting as she pushed open the door. “Mind if I steal your attention for a while?”


    .Luna.  




    I HOPE YOU'RE BREATHING YOUR LAST BREATH ——

    The queen was hunched over a rotting corpse, anger in her rather stunning emerald gems, muttering battle strategies, training ideas, and murder plots silently as her long lush tail lashed behind her. She hated the way she had to wait for the corpses to rot away before she got anything of use for her children. She had kept her word to all of them, spines in one corner for Revolution, skulls in another for Skullcap, and other random bits and pieces-ranging from bones to claws-scattered around the slaughter room. At her name, the head guard perked her pure lunar auditors, swiveling her head like an owl to face one of her own guards.


    The queen let out a breath, her shoulders relaxing and eyes softening as she looked at the young torbie, dark penetrating gaze filled with a sort of exhaustion only one who held power and politics on their shoulders seemed to feel. She let out a perfectly lethal purr, rising to limber white paws to approach her adopted daughter, "Yes, darling? What do you need?"


    "Speech"

    There are suicides in every dreams


    Stars, hide your fires; Let not light see my black and deep desires.


    ♚ For a moment, she considered leaving the silver molly to it distracted as she seemed to be within the carnage, but then her gaze landed on Severa and at the look in her eyes, she closed the space between them and brushed a soft greeting against her fur, a purr like a thundercloud rising in her throat. Then she pulled back, her eyebrow raising.


    “I need—to give you a break,” she mused with a chuckle. “You work too much. Leave this for a spell, lets go for a walk.” Her amber eyes melted and she added, “I miss your company.”




    I HOPE YOU'RE BREATHING YOUR LAST BREATH ——

    She continued her purr as Severa brushed against her fur, it enveloping the younger one like a cloud before she stepped back, amber meeting verdant as the younger one spoke. Luna flicked her whiskers and sighed, a little to dramatically, and meowed, "Oh, I'd really love to darling, honestly. But there is so much to do, so so much. I need to go and hunt more, I need to clean the skulls and spines, I need to organize another training session. I'm honestly thinking I need an inferior just to be sure everything can go smoothly." Her emerald jewels swept across the room, perfectly flawed face scrunched up in thought as she analyzed what all she needed for the day and how much meat for her and her children, where to host the next training session, and everything else, the thoughts seeming to dash across their verdant skies as the darkness enveloped them, a very quiet, pessimistic yet collected, quiet. She sighed dramatically, flexing her claws.


    "Speech"

    There are suicides in every dreams


    Stars, hide your fires; Let not light see my black and deep desires.


    ♚ No wonder she saw Luna rarely these days, if she had half as many things to do she would want an inferior. She liked the idea of having one now. She sighed, and arched one of her eyebrows. “Maybe we should go catch ourselves some inferiors,” she mused aloud, almost to herself.


    “Perhaps I can help you for now, at least it will us catch up and you can get what you need done.”