#》 the harpy and the monke: broly & mai

[gazelessmenagerie]

She was....frustrated, to say the least.

Over what? She couldn't quite pinpoint just yet. Was it because of the brute's desire for constant chaos? Or was it something else entirely? The blonde would never understand Broly's need to cause damage, destruction wherever he step. One moment, the duelist believed she understood more than what was being let on, and then the next she was berating herself for the underestimation. Broly was an enigma all on his own and Mai often found herself fascinated with how much she was able to put up with.

Would she ever understand this giant mass of brutish muscle? Probably not.

// have a frustrated harpy, monke.

“ I can smell that disgusting stench off you, Worm. ”

Knuckles bled with the distinct bright red hue of blood.

Hulking figure held no regard for the scene he was found in with one angry fist tightly clutching the front of some poor bastard’s shirt; having slammed them up against a wall to be just below eye level with the snurling Beast’s own onyx hewn optics glaring. Peering into those terrified reflections staring at him, the sweat that perspired in rivers down a trembling face did nothing more than bring a low growl to rumble like thunder off in the distance.

Truth be told.. he simply didn’t like how close This miserable little pile of slag was trying to get close to his mate. Idle chatter for whatever reason, that stench wafting off the other picked up by a sensitive olfactory sense. It didn’t take a damn rocket scientist to put two and two together as to what this lowly piece of filth wanted with the pheromones picked up. The sheer audacity to TRY and steal Mai from him..?! No, it wasn’t even that. it was the simple, stupid idea they even HAD a single chance in HELL! Flaunting themselves with that certain confidence that aggravated the Brute as he kept watch from a certain distance, fanning the flames of his vileness until he had the chance to corner them without causing too much of a fuss when they stepped outside. Oh how easy it would’ve been to simply crush their windpipe in the middle of the crowd.. to gut them open with his fist and let the grisly sight be a warning to Anyone else foolish enough to think they can pursue what Broly claimed for himself. It was temptation, pure and simple.

But...

That wasn’t to say he didn’t have his own reasons about him when it came to Mai. She had a certain reputation among her ilk and though Broly had little reason to care for the opinions of mere prey, it was equally a foolishness in itself to destroy what Mai built on her image. Maintaining HER honor held the same respectability as he would give to himself, a necessary but long way to bide for his chance until there were no other witnesses before his shadow loomed behind the wretched little cur and a heartless grab pinned them to the wall to deliver several ‘Delicate’ punches.

“ Come near my mate once more.. and I’ll Tear your cowardly spine out to show your worthless, grieving, mother before I strangle her to death with it..! ”

#animxsum #|| Tag: Answered #|| Tag: Gazing over the Abyss of Stars { Broly } #|| Ship | Mai / Broly { Come to Me | In all your Glamour and Cruelty | Just Do that Thing that you Do } #( im so sorry mai.. he got territorial over you. ) #( she really does put up with a lot from him. asfasldjg if this doesn't work. i can rewrite something else. monkey just chose violence today

[gazelessmenagerie]

Things happened.

There was just no way of explaining it, but now here she was. And hopefully, she would be staying for the long haul. The blonde had not expected any sort of welcome or acceptance back into the brute's life and that was fine. Just as long as she saw him, and knew he was okay. That was more than enough for her.

// monke, have a harpy lady. v.v

It almost seemed it were nothing more than a fleeting dream.

Those days of lazing about with that woman in his lap, partaking every moment spent with a certain sense of contentment in the presence of one another. How absolutely stupid it was to find himself pacing around endlessly and breaking apart entire columns of rock with a single fist plowing itself into the heart. Waging war within his own being over the trivialities of courting one of these miserable humans and yet finding that fiery spirit belonging to that one particular woman to be admirable. Daring to stand up to him with eyes as stubborn as his own, lips as red as freshly spilled blood, hair of the most splendid golden hue. Time and time again, unknown emotions dared to take root within his breast and steadily grow with their continued mingling. The way she clung to him, admired him with those dainty fingers tracing along the powerful muscle of his frame. The way she took a grand liking to claiming his lap and keeping him there for as long as possible. In a way, he didn’t mind it.. it was... enjoyable.

Having her attractive figure in his arms, hearing her voice preen over something or other of that day’s happenings, inhaling every breath of that enticing perfume wafting from her. It was a slow poison working its way through veins, steadily infecting more with baffling sensations and aches never known before. With it brought a plethora of thoughts to wrestle with, unable to tell one end from the other in a tangled web coiling and doubling over upon itself. Why get himself this bothered with some weakling, what was it that caused this, how did this-

Broly’s head perked up abruptly at that moment, the scarce scent of an ache torturing him to his own mulling. Was this... simply a perceived falsity..? Phantom scents of that woman.. nothing more than a torment to the aches of that absence. Venturing to that city time and time again, trying to pick up any trace of her only to be lost to the dizzying array of multiple scents all mixed from those miserable worms among their chemical spewing contraptions crawling all over the concrete jungle. Throwing around those pitiful humans demanding where to find Mai gained him nothing than useless drivel, falsehoods and anything at all that would save the skin of those miserable little insects. Scarlet rivers ran thick those days, the baring of pointed ivories as fists snapped bone and tore apart sinew. Where, where, where..!?

How many he’s killed were barely considered mere raindrops against the vast sea of lives taken across the entirety of the cosmos.

As brilliant as those streaks of crimson were adorned across his visage, it hardly sated the pain lingering. Question for who to kill, destroy, erase, anything at all to have what brought him a sense of calmness raged within his heart. Lines of bodies lay in the wake of his shadow, tearing through any and all leads he could feasibly latch his fingers on eventually lead to nowhere. Cracked asphalt, shattered concrete, all of it went to a solemn breeze drying the caked blood staining across his hands. Eyelids fell halfways against the dawning of the sun’s light, hardly any sense of enjoyment from a slaughter as that ache continued to remind him of its presence..

                                                    Another inhale.. 

                                                                        He was Sure of it..

The pain did numb itself in time.. forgetting itself to the deeper recesses along with the untouched bones of emotions long residing there for the majority of his life. Day in and day out, the sun rose and fell, the moon continued its phases as it should. Returning back to the wilds of his own preferred solitude, the passage of time simply melded together into a seamless thread. Perhaps it would’ve been better to simply throw it away from his heart, cast the stone of such folly into the dark well of his mind and never torture himself with it again.

Of what use does a Saiyan need from some lowly human woman anyhow..?!

Broly’s jaw tightened, the few seconds spent affirming what was in the air earned a soft growl. Fingers that had once busied themselves tearing apart the stems and leaves of one of the local plants that sprouted along the arid land dropped the mangled pieces. Dark brows crunched against one another, struggling to find words to place what was welling within his chest, trying to shove it all back down to that dark well and slam the door shut.                                                                                             It hurt.              why did it hurt so much..?                                                              Make it stop..                                                                                        Make It STOP..!

Once more he was working himself up over nothing-- Getting so bent out of shape over this measly little woman who had no fighting power..! That enticing scent broke past that numbing barrier, shattered it for those far-off aches to stab through that beating organ. Reflex snapped sinew to action, tore muscle to motion as his larger frame whipped around and lunged straight for the source of his current pain. Fingers latched onto slender biceps, the inertia of his body easily overpowering a smaller one to the floor where his weight did more than enough to pin. Bared ivories pointed at that beautiful face.. his remaining hand already formed a ball of energy primed to destroy before it halted right at the apex of its lethal swing. Breath caught itself within the conch of his throat, muscle frozen in place while obsidian orbs struggled within their depths. His chest felt as though it were being crushed by something intangible, anger ebbing towards frustration and confusion as the twitches of his brows quarreled against the flood of emotions after what felt to be eons frozen to that posture.

Slowly, air staggered itself into deprived lungs, snarls treading towards softened growls until the glistening green ball of energy dispersed. Lowering his arm, he wasn’t at all sure what to do in those despairingly long moments. For once, the Saiyan hesitated..

Unknowingly, his breaths heaved themselves, multitudes of thoughts crashed into one another as several different emotions became a confusing torrent. Anger had been the spearpoint before it halted dead in its tracks and froze with the constraints of his chest, unwilling to continue and allowed the space needed for the rest to follow and fill it in. Trying to pick it apart was a fruitless endeavor, the once bared fangs had long forgotten their place Broly’s mouth remained open just enough to rapidly filter air to and from his quivering lungs. His body was taught as the drawn string of a bow, fingers curled into tightened fists yet to no use would they be used as several long moments dwindled by too slow and yet too fast. Mindless thought let to one hand clawing at his breast, the other grabbing hold of the dark tresses of hair falling over his eyes.

The pain wouldn’t end..                                                            it wasn’t anything like a flesh wound.

Anger was something he knew all too well.. knew it like an old friend but these other feelings were something else..! It hurt.. It simply hurt to no end. Hatred manifested itself but every ember burned for only so long before it drowned itself out in the face of something else. Those aches he tore apart countless bodies to, the clutching pang threatening to swallow him until he numbed himself to it. 

It wasn’t known when he moved away from her, 

                                                  Secluding himself away as both hands clutched firmly against raven locks. For the moment it was all he could do to remain crouched low to the ground with a tail coiled tightly around himself.

#fatedxlives #|| Tag: Answered #|| Tag: Gazing over the Abyss of Stars { Broly } #|| Ship | Mai / Broly { Come to Me | In all your Glamour and Cruelty | Just Do that Thing that you Do } #( -rises from the dead just to answer this- I LIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIVVVE ) #( fuckin' hello. have this essay long reply shhhhhhh ) #( monke tootally did not miss pretty harpy lady. nope nope. )

[gazelessmenagerie]

Of course she'd find the brute sitting upon the floor of her room. The blonde tilted her head, a brow raising in question as she stepped forward, gently scuffing her heel to the floor to indicate she was in the room. Slender arms had encircled the Saiyan's shoulders, her head leaned down a bit to press lips against his temple, lingering for a moment or two. / have a harpy, monke.

Silence prevailed over much of his waiting, sitting cross legged while a furred tail swept across the floor in slow arcs. His attention would drift from item to item, mild interest shown only in the smallest increments of his head tilting toward one side along with a flicker of the brown appendage touching about the small area. Sounds echoing from beyond the windows were... something to get used to after all his time spent in that reclusive cave of his, the various scents of the city assaulting his keen sense of smell with every breath gradually encouraged an ability to ignore most of the common ones for as much as it could be done. Naturally, some simply couldn’t be easily displaced but that is why he hadn’t bothered to venture out in search for his mate among the streets.

Scratching at his cheek, waiting wasn’t that hard when he was.. somewhat used to it for a time. Empty corridors, the shuffling of feet outside a door, occasional visits from his father.. it wasn’t much issue to wait until he was summoned. Before he could delve further to that branch of thought, the scuffle pricked his head up, barely having turned his head to the side before a pair of arms draped themselves around his shoulders. Delicate lips found their roost against a temple, disturbing nothing of the ensuring silence as the seconds ticked by in silent increments. The slightest twitch creased at the corner of a lip, relishing the cool touch among the sweetened aroma enveloping the air. 

Words were unnecessary.. obsolete when all he needed to say relied entirely on his complete passivity nourished by the tempered delight in having the woman near him once more. Simmering softly, the warmth was enough to offer a sense of comfort and stability.. prompting a low purr to thrum from the larger male. Curling his tail around one of the calves belonging to Mai, little stopped Broly from gently twisted his torso to the side and hook a strong arm around her. Reeling her to his front with a gentle push, he simply situated her upon his lap and wrapped both arms around, unable to be bothered by anything else as he nuzzled his cheek against the top of that precious skull.

#fashixncgoist #|| Tag: Answered #|| Tag: Gazing over the Abyss of Stars { Broly } #|| Ship | Mai / Broly { Come to Me | In all your Glamour and Cruelty | Just Do that Thing that you Do } #( the harpy is well received by the monke )

[gazelessmenagerie]

Places herself in the monke's lap, a hand coming up to run pet his hair because she can and this will probably incite some shit. - for Broly. uwu

A quiet hum tinged at his throat, hardly bothered by the invasion of Mai taking her place upon his lap. Broly would’ve been content with the contact yet a gentle surprise coaxed itself to his face with the rising of a hand, eyes blinking with curiosity before the palm contacted against thick locks of jet black hair. There was no reason to believe she would try to hurt him, the closeness simply being a result of time spent in one another’s presence though it would always be Mai would would push the boundaries bit by bit. Daring to get closer to the Brute, trace her fingers against the cut of muscled arms, threading their hands together in a display of affection that was slowly understood more and more by the Saiyan. Rather, he began to sought out small instances of such simple gestures of his own accord, allowing long digits to reach towards dainty ones and curl with a certain carefulness as though he were reaching out to touch the warmth of sunlight for the first time.

Smaller hands seeming so frail compared to his own, a figure matching yet it did not make Mai meek in the slightest. No.. she had her mind about things, spoke her voice and carried herself with dignity. If her eyes were the first things to catch his attention, it certainly was the zeal of the flame residing within her being that kept him from becoming bored as the days passed. Ushering a soft sigh, Broly had no qualms to the brushing of fingers running through his hair. In fact, he merely asked for more with lowering his head.

#fashixncgoist #|| Tag: Answered #|| Tag: Gazing over the Abyss of Stars { Broly } #|| Ship | Mai / Broly { Come to Me | In all your Glamour and Cruelty | Just Do that Thing that you Do } #( its too late for monke. he is at the mercy of the harpy now ahasflfjjg )