@thesatine.bsky.social
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thesatine.bsky.social
//Leaving X for good <3 find me here or on discord
thesatine.bsky.social
I’m
Here I guess
thesatine.bsky.social
*Subtly lets Essie know Satine was forced to marry the prince, she now lives with him, is monitored at all times by his servants and has forbidden her from ever performing again because that's how he fell for her and he's extremely jealous so she can't sing or dance in front of anyone else but him*
estelle-in-hell.bsky.social
/ SOMEONE GIVE ME A REASON TO USE THIS REACTION PLS
thesatine.bsky.social
Maybe I miss him, so what?!
thesatine.bsky.social
90% legs and hair 0% a morning person
thesatine.bsky.social
//Good question lmk when you get the answer cuz I'm always terrified of being annoying
estelle-in-hell.bsky.social
/ how do i interact with people consistently without seeming like i'm overeager and clingy
thesatine.bsky.social
//I sang no one mourns the wicked while drawing this
thesatine.bsky.social
Bites the reader
thesatine.bsky.social
Goodness knows the wicked’s lives are lonely 🎶
thesatine.bsky.social
A soft giggle, she comes back up from the dip and her hair fluffs a bit from the speed of the motion.

“Sir, vous va me faire croire en vous.”

She was curious though, Alastor was never this touchy, not with her at least. Unless they were bickering.

“Do tell me what you saw. I’m quite curious.”
radiodemonism.bsky.social

❛ In a very good mood. I had a small taste of power. What I am to be given. It's very exciting. ❜

Alastor hummed, guiding her around the room. Another twirl before pulling her close.

❛ And it's always a pleasure seeing you, Satine. ❜
thesatine.bsky.social
The steps are easy to follow, familiarity taking over as she allows him to guide, falling back perfectly in a dip, then moving in a waltz.

"Someone's in a good mood."

She can't stop herself from teasing a bit, but it's not malicious!
thesatine.bsky.social
"I..."

"Forget it. No need to leave. I'll have television installed, fry your precious little brain with human TV shows, I have no use for intelligence in a wife anyways."
thesatine.bsky.social
"Where do you intend to work, darling? You have no skills! All you're good for is presenting yourself as a delectable prize and watching others fight to earn you. But the prize has been claimed. What on earth can you do besides that?"

Silence. Satine tried to speak, but there were no words.
thesatine.bsky.social
Put a collar around my neck and make sure no one forgets I'm property of the house of Azrael. But I'm going crazy, I'm-"

A bone hand was raised. Enough to shut her up.
thesatine.bsky.social
The way the prince tensed his hand around the fork and looked up, despite the sweetness of his glance, made Satine tense up, her flight reflexes kicking in.

"Just for a bit, my prince, my love– I won't run away! I merely- You may choose it, if you so wish, have your servants come with me. -
thesatine.bsky.social
"I just don't understand, precious. Why would you need to work? You have everything. Just name it and it's yours. No need to make your own money."

"No, no, it's not– I don't want money. I need to go out-"
thesatine.bsky.social
"I beg you, your grace, it will not interfere with my responsibilities to you."

It was breakfast, but Satine stood in front of the dining table, merely watching the prince take bite after bite of a gruesomely displayed demon. A female. His favorite.
thesatine.bsky.social
Horrified, she noticed herself painting things she had already painted before, her mind closing from the lack of recreation without her knowing.

So she decided to take another step down into the prince's game and act like a wife for him instead of a prisoner.
thesatine.bsky.social
Making her own jewelry and clothes was off the table, as was performing again.

After two years, Satine noticed her sanity slipping away. Long days turned to weeks, then to months, and she was doing nothing.
thesatine.bsky.social
The gloom became unbearable, and she took it upon herself to try to make something out of her misery. She redecorated the entire cathedral three times, refurbished every room, and made a new greenhouse.

She painted murals and embroidered.
thesatine.bsky.social
She went through all stages of grief in under a year, and when she finally faced acceptance, what followed was boredom.

She had no company other than the prince's strange servants, who treated her like a willing princess in all her rights despite changing the chains around her ankles daily.
thesatine.bsky.social
Time becomes meaningless when you spend enough to be bored. Ever since the prince took her home, Satine lived through seemingly endless periods, that were shortly discovered to be mere months.
thesatine.bsky.social
. 𝒫𝓇𝑒𝓋𝒾𝑜𝓊𝓈𝓁𝓎 .
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