(It's definitely a rush of wings, but whether or not this is fortunate for Lup remains to be seen.
Lucretia had sensed the unrest in the forest, so closely tied to the particular silence of it that the unnatural noise had at once registered to her. Better, perhaps, that she had been the one to go and look. She's a force to be reckoned with for sure, but nowhere near the nastiest thing that lives amongst the trees.
Has Lup ever seen a harpy before? Because she's about to meet one.
Lucretia lands right in front of her, and tries not to look as irritated as she feels. Humans sometimes stumble in here by mistake, and while she's not especially fond of them she'd still much rather deter them instead of watching them get lulled into a horrible death. Hard to enjoy your forest when somebody is, like, getting torn to pieces and screaming their head off or whatever.)
What are you doing here? (She's a lot taller than this human. She probably looks pretty intimidating too, with her large wings instead of arms, talons instead of fingers, long and wickedly curved. She does at least bear the naked torso of a human woman, but her skin descends into dark feathers at her hips that trail right down to her birds legs and feet. While she's mostly dark brown and mottled black in colour, her hair is a shock of white.)
[Lup would like to think that she's seen a lot of shit during her twenty-some years of life, but nothing could really prepare her for the size of the bird that swoops down in front of her out of nowhere, making the young woman jump.
Wait. Woman? Bird woman? Woman bird? Wasn't there a specific term for that? She really should have brushed up on her monster knowledge before she went rushing straight into the forest in the middle of the night. Never know who you'll run into.]
Uh, you're... [The harpy descends, enormous and intimidating, all feathers and talons, a beautiful clash of white hair against gorgeous dark skin. Lup points lamely at the harpy in front of her, clearly taken back, but a lot less scared than she probably should be.] You're...kinda hot. I mean... oh shit. Does that mean I'm a furry? Fuck. I think I owe my brother money.
Look, I'm just kinda passin' through. [That 'kinda' is stretching it.] Total accident. Think you can just forget you saw me?
(Yeah, Lucretia's really not having the kind of effect she'd hoped for. Her frown slides right off, expression giving over to surprise as the woman points at her and starts babbling away.)
I'm– excuse me?
(This is embarrassing.
She'd flown down from the sky, a piece of the night dropping to the forest floor out of nowhere and this woman can't even afford her the courtesy of being properly afraid. Lucretia straightens and drops her shoulders; she refuses to feel strange and naked in front of this woman and her confusing words. Her eyes narrow a little. She'll try one more time.)
Look; I'm trying to help you. You can't be here. You'll be eaten alive.
(There's nothing to this human! She's pointy, and small. Lucretia could grab her in her talons and hoist her into the air, cut her to her bones if she wished. ... Her skin is dappled, now that Lucretia is looking at her. It's quite pretty, actually. She gives her head a little shake, exasperation curdling in her stomach as she mentally berates herself. This isn't the time.)
Turn around now, and pass out through the way you came.
[Lucretia means one thing by saying she'll be eaten alive, but the way the human's eyes widen in awe absolutely suggest the harpy's words may have been taken in the worst possible way.]
Oh yeah? Is that a promise? [Is this bird woman hitting on her? Lup sure hopes so. It's dark out and Lup's nerves are running a little wild considering the circumstances she's in, but the woman can't help the blush at her cheeks when she flirts right back.] Y'know, if I sat on your face, I bet you could eat your way to my heart.
[Hey, if you're gonna fuck the cryptid, just fucking go all in.]
Uh, (Lucretia splutters, bewildered and embarrassed; this isn't– it's not supposed to happen like this! This human is supposed to be terrified of her, she's supposed to... oh, drop to her knees, beg for her life and then thank Lucretia profusely for sparing her. That sort of thing! She isn't supposed to start propositioning her.
She realises her mouth is slightly open in astonishment. Now she really does feel like tucking her wings in about herself even though underneath all the confusion, flattery has snuck in.)
I could rip you to pieces, (she points out, but she doesn't sound cold, or scary. On the contrary, her voice is light, curious. If this human means to confuse her, it's certainly working. Perhaps this is a new tactic, or something??)
[This is the greatest day of Lup's entire life. Taako who???? Her brother what????
The harpy seems entirely too flustered, completely taken back by her flirting, which Lup just takes to mean is working very well. Sure, maybe she's laying it on super thick, but there's a hot bird woman in front of her and she is so much more interesting than any spooky ol' house that Lup had originally planned on visiting.]
Honey, if that's your kink, I'm so into it too. Super hot.
Stop, (she chuckles, equal amounts flustered and pleased,) I'm serious.
(Well, at least they aren't in any foreseeable danger, as they seem to be completely alone in the forest tonight. It's very quiet. Almost too much so, and Lucretia doesn't understand how her human doesn't find any of this more eerie. Perhaps she's used to it? Although...)
Who are you? I haven't seen you around here before.
(Lucretia would have remembered if she had, there's no doubt about that. She does tuck her wings in a little now, weight shifting on her birds feet.)
[Flirting with hot bird women is clearly Lup's one purpose in life.
The woman chuckles, looking more pleased than anything, so Lup's almost predatory grin softens just slightly, amusement dancing in her eyes.]
Lup. I'm Lup. I'm not really from around here, so that's probably why. Though if I'd known there were cute woman hiding out in the forest-- [She grins and lets the sentence hang, unable to help from laughing a little. Because honestly, she's into all of this, totally, but it is pretty damn crazy this is happening at all.]
Who're you? Are you the forest guardian or something? Here to keep folks from getting eaten up by the spookier things out here?
I'm not really a woman, (she points out, defaulting to pedantic in wake of her uncertainty. She's not entirely sure how to approach this situation; the human has the keys to the car, and both hands on the steering wheel. Lucretia's just along for the ride,) I'm a harpy.
(A very big and scary harpy. Sorta. The woman is looking at her in delight and it's really throwing her game off. Lup's next question makes her laugh again.)
No, I'm no guardian. I do like to keep people from feeding the nastier things that live here though, if only out of self interest. I'm not fond of hearing things die. (She tips her head, staring the woman down, lips curving in a little smile.) It would be a shame to hear you die, Lup.
(Lup. It's a sweet little name. Like the sound a frog makes as it jumps into water.)
[The longer that Lucretia spends with Lup, she'll find that the other woman usually is in that position, always controlling her environment to her advantage, even when the harpy could tear her to bits in seconds. The human should look frightened, should be pleading for her life, but honestly, she just looks delighted.
Especially when Lucretia laughs. It's a beautiful sound that's just begging to be heard again.]
I'm not afraid of death. Not if that's what it takes to have met you, Lucretia. [It's not exactly true, the idea of something much bigger and more hungry out there in the forest sends a wonderful shiver up her spine, but Lup's trying for cool confidence. She's not scared away, not yet.]
(She snorts, and tucks her wings in a little more comfortably at her sides as she relaxes. She's kind of got over the shock of running into somebody who isn't taking care to be frightened of her; always nice to lean into a little appreciation, for once. She doesn't get to talk to humans often. Usually she drops down out of the sky to warn them off and they leave immediately. Screaming. So Lup is something else alright.
She likes the way Lup says her name. Like she's savouring every syllable.)
Yes; I was born here.
(The forest is home; she knows it like the back of her hand.) Is this your first visit?
[Even barely knowing one another, Lup gives off the impression of a woman who'd take a lot of pride in being described as 'something else'. The harpy settles there on the ground with the human, not quite looking like she's about to take off at any moment now, so Lup allows her eyes to finally drift away, her gaze flickering around the forest, peering through the darkness and wondering just what else might be out there among the trees...]
Nope, first time. Gotta be honest, I came looking for ghosts, but you are so much more interesting.
[Satisfied that nothing else is about to come shooting out at her, Lup turns a too easy grin back to Lucretia.] Do you guard the whole forest or is it split up into sections among your kind or what? If I walk outta bounds, is another hot harpy gonna swoop in and scold me?
(Lucretia snorts. She's heard this before. People come in here looking for ghosts all the time, and over time she's made a real hobby out of turning them away. Almost like a game, of sorts.)
There are hardly any ghosts in here, (she says idly and preens a little, rifling her talons through her feathers as she talks.) I'm not the only one dedicated to keeping humans from dying in here, to answer one of your questions. Sometimes the odd human slips through without our knowing, but they never make it very far.
(Ghosts linger on of course, but Lucretia crosses paths with them seldom. They appear to keep out of her way.) And yes, I have a section that I keep to. You're currently in it.
Okay so, riddle me this, babe: If your whole goal is to keep humans out, what exactly are you savin' us from? Something way big and bad, okay, I get that, but like, what is it? What's really worth your time to keep stupid humans safe?
[She says it totally acknowledging that, okay, she is one of those stupid humans.]
There are wendigo in here, (she says casually, watching Lup the entire time. Her casual behavior is a little irritating. Lucretia's done her a big favour by picking her up, she could at least be a little grateful and respectful of the danger she's steered her clear of!)
Skinwalkers; dullahan. I don't even know everything that lives in here, but I do know that there's a lot of it. Is it so strange, to want to keep innocents from being needlessly eaten? You make terrible sounds when you're being devoured alive and I don't like to hear them.
No shit? Dunk. [It's probably not the best response that instead of trembling in fear the woman almost looks excited at that news, like this is just the discovery she's been waiting for. She needs selfies with absolutely everything she can find, to rub in Taako's smug little face tomorrow.]
Not strange exactly, just more noble than we probably deserve. Most people are kinda dipshits. [Speaking of - ] Hey, can I get a pic with you? Y'know, a commemorative photo for this fateful meetin'.
(Lucretia's face scrunches a little, like she's about to laugh but is trying to pass it off as being annoyed. Despite the fact that they met five minutes ago, she can't help but feel a little protective, like Lup is her responsibility now. She may have a death wish, but Lucretia can't stand innocents coming to harm.
That's all.)
You have to promise you won't go looking for them. The only reason they haven't tried to drag you away from me already is because they respect the, uh, first come first serve rule.
(As in: Lucretia is the early bird, and Lup is the worm. Her next request makes Lucretia blink and frown a little, though more in uncertainty than anything else.)
You... want a picture of me? What, so you can show it to other people and inspire them to go 'monster hunting' too? No. (They'd be walking directly into the open maws of everything in here. It's the dumbest thing she's ever heard.)
[Ah, ah! She saw that! Try and hide that laugh all you like, but Lup so caught it!
For a moment, it absolutely looks like Lup is going to argue with that, to try and wiggle out of Lucretia's demand for her to keep from seeking out other monsters, but there's something in the harpy's tone, in the sharp look of her expression that manages to tamper down the woman's need to constantly defy. Maybe there really is real danger out there, deep into the forest. Maybe Lup should use a bit of those natural survival instincts of hers and not walk right into the maws of an anger, hungry monster.
Maybe.]
Fiiine. Fine! I'll stick with you, then. You'll keep me safe is what you're saying.
[That's one interpretation.]
Oh no, I won't show it off to anyone but my brother and that's just to rub it in his face that he didn't come.
('Maybe there is real danger', good grief. It's a good thing Lucretia can't read minds or Lup would catch some fucking wings for sure.
As it is, she can't, and Lup actually seems to listen to her warnings. Lucretia visibly relaxes as she concedes. Even if Lup tries to do something incredibly idiotic like make a break for it, she's much faster, and could easily catch her before she got too far.)
Yes, that's what I'm saying. (She's fine with this interpretation because she will keep Lup safe, absolutely. She'd do a damn good job of it too, she's pretty strong. And now Lup is being very agreeable now, and a little bit flattering, so Lucretia decides it's her turn to give in. She glances back down at her feathers, ruffling herself up in a way that would be attractive if Lup were also a harpy.)
Okay. If you promise to keep it between your brother and yourself, I'll take a picture with you.
Not that Lup plans on sharing the photo with anyone else, but c'mon, it's gonna happen. We all know it.]
Hell yeah! [Lup's already digging out her phone before Lucretia even finishes speaking, reaching up to throw an arm around the harpy's neck and dragging her in closer. Like she isn't a tiny, weak little human pressed all up tight against a monstrous bird.
Also, fyi, Lup totally thinks the fluffed up feathers are a hot look, harpy or not.]
(Sometimes, if you're a really hot girl, you can easily win people over. Or harpies. Whichever.
Point being is Lucretia watches Lup dig around for her phone with exasperated amusement, hunching her shoulder automatically when Lup pulls her resolutely close for a photo. She's so fragile. Lucretia always forgets how breakable humans are until they start throwing their limbs about the place. She politely extends a wing so that most of the background of the photo is obscured by feathers.)
I'm not sure I know how to do that, (she says, and simply smiles instead; it's tinged with embarrassment. She isn't used to having her photo taken when she gets to control what she looks like! Usually the shots are candid.)
[There's something about a feathered wing extending behind her back that is just strangely hot. That settles it, doesn't it? Lup is a total monster fucker.
Taako must never find out.]
Oh c'mon, look at you. It clearly comes naturally. Just, y'know, pucker your lips out and duck face with me. Gonna be super hot.
[Come on, Lucretia. How can you say no to this weird little breakable human? As abrasive and downright weird as she may be, Lup's grin is infectious and bright, the arm around the harpy's neck giving her a gentle squeeze. The height difference is a little off, but the human girl tips her head towards the other woman's anyway, beaming for the camera.
Lucretia looks to Lup for guidance, and, lo and behold, she is puckering up like she's about to go in for a kiss. Her mouth is very firmly pointed toward the camera though, if not on a slight angle. Lucretia fails to see what exactly is hot about such a gesture, but she copies it nevertheless. Maybe this is just a silly human joke, or–)
Oh, (she says, her feathers ruffling up a little,) I get it, it's– supposed to look like a duck bill, when you do that.
(The whole thing is so stupid she dissolves into laughter, still pressed tight to Lup's side, her arm practically around her.)
[Lup snaps her picture just as the harpy begins to laugh, feathers cutely ruffled up, amusement so obvious in her every note. It's not exactly what Lup asked for, but the picture she receives is so much better. Lucretia looks happy there at her side, pressed up against her, not nearly as imposing a figure as she tried to play just moments earlier.]
Got it in one, babe! Look at you! [Lup draws her phone back in, opening the image to show off to her.] Real cute when your feathers ruffle up like that.
(She looks at it curiously, and wrinkles her nose at the image Lup shows back to her. She looks... completely harmless. Cute, even, like Lup said. It's a strange way to see herself. She looks at it for a long moment, uncertain of how she feels, preening a wing absentmindedly. Eventually, she stops, shakes the wing out and steps away from Lup's side with a soft clearing of her throat.)
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Lucretia had sensed the unrest in the forest, so closely tied to the particular silence of it that the unnatural noise had at once registered to her. Better, perhaps, that she had been the one to go and look. She's a force to be reckoned with for sure, but nowhere near the nastiest thing that lives amongst the trees.
Has Lup ever seen a harpy before? Because she's about to meet one.
Lucretia lands right in front of her, and tries not to look as irritated as she feels. Humans sometimes stumble in here by mistake, and while she's not especially fond of them she'd still much rather deter them instead of watching them get lulled into a horrible death. Hard to enjoy your forest when somebody is, like, getting torn to pieces and screaming their head off or whatever.)
What are you doing here? (She's a lot taller than this human. She probably looks pretty intimidating too, with her large wings instead of arms, talons instead of fingers, long and wickedly curved. She does at least bear the naked torso of a human woman, but her skin descends into dark feathers at her hips that trail right down to her birds legs and feet. While she's mostly dark brown and mottled black in colour, her hair is a shock of white.)
You need to leave.
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Wait. Woman? Bird woman? Woman bird? Wasn't there a specific term for that? She really should have brushed up on her monster knowledge before she went rushing straight into the forest in the middle of the night. Never know who you'll run into.]
Uh, you're... [The harpy descends, enormous and intimidating, all feathers and talons, a beautiful clash of white hair against gorgeous dark skin. Lup points lamely at the harpy in front of her, clearly taken back, but a lot less scared than she probably should be.] You're...kinda hot. I mean... oh shit. Does that mean I'm a furry? Fuck. I think I owe my brother money.
Look, I'm just kinda passin' through. [That 'kinda' is stretching it.] Total accident. Think you can just forget you saw me?
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I'm– excuse me?
(This is embarrassing.
She'd flown down from the sky, a piece of the night dropping to the forest floor out of nowhere and this woman can't even afford her the courtesy of being properly afraid. Lucretia straightens and drops her shoulders; she refuses to feel strange and naked in front of this woman and her confusing words. Her eyes narrow a little. She'll try one more time.)
Look; I'm trying to help you. You can't be here. You'll be eaten alive.
(There's nothing to this human! She's pointy, and small. Lucretia could grab her in her talons and hoist her into the air, cut her to her bones if she wished. ... Her skin is dappled, now that Lucretia is looking at her. It's quite pretty, actually. She gives her head a little shake, exasperation curdling in her stomach as she mentally berates herself. This isn't the time.)
Turn around now, and pass out through the way you came.
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Oh yeah? Is that a promise? [Is this bird woman hitting on her? Lup sure hopes so. It's dark out and Lup's nerves are running a little wild considering the circumstances she's in, but the woman can't help the blush at her cheeks when she flirts right back.] Y'know, if I sat on your face, I bet you could eat your way to my heart.
[Hey, if you're gonna fuck the cryptid, just fucking go all in.]
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She realises her mouth is slightly open in astonishment. Now she really does feel like tucking her wings in about herself even though underneath all the confusion, flattery has snuck in.)
I could rip you to pieces, (she points out, but she doesn't sound cold, or scary. On the contrary, her voice is light, curious. If this human means to confuse her, it's certainly working. Perhaps this is a new tactic, or something??)
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The harpy seems entirely too flustered, completely taken back by her flirting, which Lup just takes to mean is working very well. Sure, maybe she's laying it on super thick, but there's a hot bird woman in front of her and she is so much more interesting than any spooky ol' house that Lup had originally planned on visiting.]
Honey, if that's your kink, I'm so into it too. Super hot.
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(Well, at least they aren't in any foreseeable danger, as they seem to be completely alone in the forest tonight. It's very quiet. Almost too much so, and Lucretia doesn't understand how her human doesn't find any of this more eerie. Perhaps she's used to it? Although...)
Who are you? I haven't seen you around here before.
(Lucretia would have remembered if she had, there's no doubt about that. She does tuck her wings in a little now, weight shifting on her birds feet.)
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The woman chuckles, looking more pleased than anything, so Lup's almost predatory grin softens just slightly, amusement dancing in her eyes.]
Lup. I'm Lup. I'm not really from around here, so that's probably why. Though if I'd known there were cute woman hiding out in the forest-- [She grins and lets the sentence hang, unable to help from laughing a little. Because honestly, she's into all of this, totally, but it is pretty damn crazy this is happening at all.]
Who're you? Are you the forest guardian or something? Here to keep folks from getting eaten up by the spookier things out here?
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(A very big and scary harpy. Sorta. The woman is looking at her in delight and it's really throwing her game off. Lup's next question makes her laugh again.)
No, I'm no guardian. I do like to keep people from feeding the nastier things that live here though, if only out of self interest. I'm not fond of hearing things die. (She tips her head, staring the woman down, lips curving in a little smile.) It would be a shame to hear you die, Lup.
(Lup. It's a sweet little name. Like the sound a frog makes as it jumps into water.)
My name is Lucretia.
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Especially when Lucretia laughs. It's a beautiful sound that's just begging to be heard again.]
I'm not afraid of death. Not if that's what it takes to have met you, Lucretia. [It's not exactly true, the idea of something much bigger and more hungry out there in the forest sends a wonderful shiver up her spine, but Lup's trying for cool confidence. She's not scared away, not yet.]
Have you always lived out here?
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She likes the way Lup says her name. Like she's savouring every syllable.)
Yes; I was born here.
(The forest is home; she knows it like the back of her hand.) Is this your first visit?
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Nope, first time. Gotta be honest, I came looking for ghosts, but you are so much more interesting.
[Satisfied that nothing else is about to come shooting out at her, Lup turns a too easy grin back to Lucretia.] Do you guard the whole forest or is it split up into sections among your kind or what? If I walk outta bounds, is another hot harpy gonna swoop in and scold me?
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There are hardly any ghosts in here, (she says idly and preens a little, rifling her talons through her feathers as she talks.) I'm not the only one dedicated to keeping humans from dying in here, to answer one of your questions. Sometimes the odd human slips through without our knowing, but they never make it very far.
(Ghosts linger on of course, but Lucretia crosses paths with them seldom. They appear to keep out of her way.) And yes, I have a section that I keep to. You're currently in it.
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[And honestly, Lup means it.]
Okay so, riddle me this, babe: If your whole goal is to keep humans out, what exactly are you savin' us from? Something way big and bad, okay, I get that, but like, what is it? What's really worth your time to keep stupid humans safe?
[She says it totally acknowledging that, okay, she is one of those stupid humans.]
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Skinwalkers; dullahan. I don't even know everything that lives in here, but I do know that there's a lot of it. Is it so strange, to want to keep innocents from being needlessly eaten? You make terrible sounds when you're being devoured alive and I don't like to hear them.
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No shit? Dunk. [It's probably not the best response that instead of trembling in fear the woman almost looks excited at that news, like this is just the discovery she's been waiting for. She needs selfies with absolutely everything she can find, to rub in Taako's smug little face tomorrow.]
Not strange exactly, just more noble than we probably deserve. Most people are kinda dipshits. [Speaking of - ] Hey, can I get a pic with you? Y'know, a commemorative photo for this fateful meetin'.
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That's all.)
You have to promise you won't go looking for them. The only reason they haven't tried to drag you away from me already is because they respect the, uh, first come first serve rule.
(As in: Lucretia is the early bird, and Lup is the worm. Her next request makes Lucretia blink and frown a little, though more in uncertainty than anything else.)
You... want a picture of me? What, so you can show it to other people and inspire them to go 'monster hunting' too? No. (They'd be walking directly into the open maws of everything in here. It's the dumbest thing she's ever heard.)
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For a moment, it absolutely looks like Lup is going to argue with that, to try and wiggle out of Lucretia's demand for her to keep from seeking out other monsters, but there's something in the harpy's tone, in the sharp look of her expression that manages to tamper down the woman's need to constantly defy. Maybe there really is real danger out there, deep into the forest. Maybe Lup should use a bit of those natural survival instincts of hers and not walk right into the maws of an anger, hungry monster.
Maybe.]
Fiiine. Fine! I'll stick with you, then. You'll keep me safe is what you're saying.
[That's one interpretation.]
Oh no, I won't show it off to anyone but my brother and that's just to rub it in his face that he didn't come.
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As it is, she can't, and Lup actually seems to listen to her warnings. Lucretia visibly relaxes as she concedes. Even if Lup tries to do something incredibly idiotic like make a break for it, she's much faster, and could easily catch her before she got too far.)
Yes, that's what I'm saying. (She's fine with this interpretation because she will keep Lup safe, absolutely. She'd do a damn good job of it too, she's pretty strong. And now Lup is being very agreeable now, and a little bit flattering, so Lucretia decides it's her turn to give in. She glances back down at her feathers, ruffling herself up in a way that would be attractive if Lup were also a harpy.)
Okay. If you promise to keep it between your brother and yourself, I'll take a picture with you.
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Not that Lup plans on sharing the photo with anyone else, but c'mon, it's gonna happen. We all know it.]
Hell yeah! [Lup's already digging out her phone before Lucretia even finishes speaking, reaching up to throw an arm around the harpy's neck and dragging her in closer. Like she isn't a tiny, weak little human pressed all up tight against a monstrous bird.
Also, fyi, Lup totally thinks the fluffed up feathers are a hot look, harpy or not.]
Okay, get ready an' look real hot!
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Point being is Lucretia watches Lup dig around for her phone with exasperated amusement, hunching her shoulder automatically when Lup pulls her resolutely close for a photo. She's so fragile. Lucretia always forgets how breakable humans are until they start throwing their limbs about the place. She politely extends a wing so that most of the background of the photo is obscured by feathers.)
I'm not sure I know how to do that, (she says, and simply smiles instead; it's tinged with embarrassment. She isn't used to having her photo taken when she gets to control what she looks like! Usually the shots are candid.)
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Taako must never find out.]
Oh c'mon, look at you. It clearly comes naturally. Just, y'know, pucker your lips out and duck face with me. Gonna be super hot.
[Come on, Lucretia. How can you say no to this weird little breakable human? As abrasive and downright weird as she may be, Lup's grin is infectious and bright, the arm around the harpy's neck giving her a gentle squeeze. The height difference is a little off, but the human girl tips her head towards the other woman's anyway, beaming for the camera.
Duck face with her!]
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Lucretia looks to Lup for guidance, and, lo and behold, she is puckering up like she's about to go in for a kiss. Her mouth is very firmly pointed toward the camera though, if not on a slight angle. Lucretia fails to see what exactly is hot about such a gesture, but she copies it nevertheless. Maybe this is just a silly human joke, or–)
Oh, (she says, her feathers ruffling up a little,) I get it, it's– supposed to look like a duck bill, when you do that.
(The whole thing is so stupid she dissolves into laughter, still pressed tight to Lup's side, her arm practically around her.)
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Got it in one, babe! Look at you! [Lup draws her phone back in, opening the image to show off to her.] Real cute when your feathers ruffle up like that.
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Right.
Well, you... you got what you came for.
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