Crime Blotter Prompt
Mild Trigger Warning: Unwanted physical contact (nothing directly sexual, just suggestive)
Lucelly walked slowly through Eunomia's capital, navigating casually through the bustling nightlife. She smiled her eternal smile, seemingly ignorant to the unsettled glances she earned as she walked along the sidewalks, shoes tapping softly. Her hair, black in this form and more willing to obey the laws of physics, swayed gently in its low ponytail behind her.
Buzzing wings and masculine laughter drew her attention and she turned her head to the left.
"Heeeeeeey," a large Sylph man with huge dragonfly-style wings greeted her, flitting haltingly toward her. His companions - two other men, one wingless - chuckled and came toward her as well, spreading out and flanking her. She tilted her head. "Hey, a foreigner. You one of them Earth girls? Or from another place?" The young man, with coppery skin and pale wavy hair of an indistinct color that shimmered with the glowing lights of the sign of the bar behind him, grinned lopsidedly. "Yer lookin' p-pretty happy to be out tonight."
When she didn't respond and simply continued to smile, the intoxicated Sylph man - smelling of some sort of alcohol in large quantities, landed awkwardly and threw an arm over her slender shoulders. Her smile grew wider almost imperceptibly.
"You wanna come have some fun with my friends, shweetheart? You're pretty cute for a foreigner. Yer ears are pretty cute." His face drew far too close, hot breath rustling the hair near her ear.
A strange, low chuckle rumbled through Lucelly's belly. The man didn't seem to notice as he tugged on her, one hand grasping her shoulder a little too hard as his heavy arm rested solidly across her back. His friends, however, faltered, stopping in their badly-hidden circling movement.
"Are you those street harassers the blotter talked about?" Lucelly asked them.
"Honey n-no one's har-" - the man belched - "harassing anyone here we're just. You know. Having a good time. And there's all these fiiiiine ladies about and - " the hand on her shoulder slid down her arm, then skipped down to her hip, roughly kneading the skin there - "and we're just so welcoming. I mean you got some nice ti--"
He froze as Lucelly's head turned at an odd angle, her smile splitting to reveal bright white teeth. Her eyes were open.
Red pinpricks bore into his soul as her voice whispered past her lips.
"Your karma is filthy. How many women have you assaulted? Touched without their permission?"
The man yelped and went to move away from her, wings beating furiously as he tried to zip away. Her long fingers wound around his wrist and he found himself held in place. A strangled whimper worked its way out of him, unintelligible noises that couldn't quite form words. His two companions abandoned him in horror, bolting into the night.
"How many people have you hurt, little boy?" Her form elongated, paled, black hair bleaching to gray. It lifted as her corporeal form lost some of its weight, floating around her.
"F-fuck, you're a m-monster -"
She giggled, warped and deranged sounding. She floated up, one hand tangled in his hair as she pulled his face close.
"I'm the monster who comes for men who abuse women..." She kissed his cheek. "Tell all your friends."
She released him, and he ran.
Her smile was much smaller when her feet touched the ground, form corporeal again.
Men like him were why Hiranyaloka had been so barren for so long.
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Valentine's Day Prompt
Swaying slowly in her meditation swing, Lucelly considered the small heart-shaped card she held between her delicate fingertips. Her smile was replaced with a contemplative frown, red eyelights flickering over the text.
"Roses R Red
Hearts R 2
It's Valentine's Day
& I Choose U"
A small yellow mouse-rabbit-looking creature was embossed on the back.
It was one of a large pile of such valentines. She had been curious about the human holiday, the commercialism of it and the joy it brought to some - and resentment it seemed to cause in some of the single men and women she heard discussing it in the stores.
The concept of showing affection through such cheap - and sometimes expensive - tributes made from destroying plants.
An old memory surfaced, unbidden, from deep inside of her...
The sky was black, stars glittering in space, blanketing the velvet night with diamonds. She loved the night, because it offered so many beautiful sights. This world had flowers that loved the night the way she did, opening delicate white petals to bare luminescent pistols that seemed to bask in the light of suns too far to give life to the rest of the planet. Three moons sat at different spots in the sky, each at a different level of "fullness" from the world's position.
The flowers drew to them nighttime insects, who drunkenly played among the petals, pollinating the delicate blossoms that rejected the curious bees that saught them during the day. The grass did not grow as tall and wild here, the ground covered by the blooming flowers, leaves a carpet of deep green in the beautiful, shifting glow. Wind moved in a loving breeze, coaxing the flowers to dance. The effect was similar to watching ripples on water lit by the moon and stars above. Yes, this was indeed her favorite place in this world.
"Beautiful," a soft voice said to her. She smiled, eyes - whole and not yet consumed by darkness, twinkling. The person wasn't looking at the flowers.
"I am no more beautiful than anyone else," she rejected.
"Your humility is one of your draws."
"I am not here to draw your attention," she demurred. "You know I am only here to evaluate you."
They laughed, shaking their head and running a hand through their hair, a luminescent white that resembled the soft glow of the flowers.
"I know. I'm foolish, yet..."
They offered her a small parcel, wrapped meticulously. She hesitated before taking it, reluctant to encourage their attraction. Their emotion that she could not reciprocate. Their earnest gaze softened her resolve, and she accepted it.
Inside the parcel was a hand-carved figure, a replica of one of the small glowing flowers duplicated in intricate detail. It was beautiful and seemed to glow with the same earnest feelings relayed in their eyes. The pistols were lacquered with a substance made from the crushed nightflowers. They shimmered in the moons-light just as the blossoms did.
"It is beautiful... yet you know that when I am not here, I cannot take physical objects...."
"It can stay in my home... there for you to see and cherish when you visit."
"You try so hard to tie me here."
"You are worth every effort."
"Your love will not impact my judgment."
"You know that this is not about that. I would live again, twice, thrice, as many times as needed if only you were the one to come and help guide me to Enlightenment...."
The day she judged them, she rejected them from Hiranyaloka.
And she never found their soul again.
The small heart was crumpled. Blinking, Lucelly returned to herself.
Within moments, the effect of the memory was gone.
Her roommates would find the valentines discarded in the trash later that day, no longer of interest to her.
Sabine would find the silliest of valentines on her alter.