Post by Mai Everstone on May 22, 2024 17:33:28 GMT
Mai stood by her open window, the evening's cool breeze rustling her dark curtains. The sky was a deep, dusky purple, slowly surrendering to the encroaching night. Her black lace dress and dark lipstick contrasted with her pale skin, embodying her gothic essence. The room was dimly lit, with flickering candles casting eerie shadows across the walls.
Phobos and Deimos, her two loyal crows, perched on the windowsill, their beady eyes gleaming with intelligence. Mai often found solace in their company, their quiet presence comforting her in ways few humans could.
She took a deep breath, running a hand through her long, black hair. "Phobos, Deimos," she began softly, her voice tinged with uncertainty. "The Night of the Immortals is in just a few days. I'm... I'm really anxious about it."
Phobos cawed softly, tilting his head as if to listen more intently.
”It's not just stage fright," Mai continued, her eyes reflecting the candlelight as she looked at her feathered friends. " It's this overwhelming fear that I'll mess up, that I'll disappoint everyone... and myself."
Deimos hopped closer, his feathers ruffling slightly. He cawed once, a sound that Mai had come to interpret as encouragement.
"I know, I know," she sighed, a small smile playing on her lips. "You two always believe in me. I wish I could share your confidence."
She moved to sit on the windowsill beside them, her hands clasped in her lap. "It's just... what if I fuck up and am the one who gets pinned? What if I trip over my feet? What if they don't like me?" Her voice grew quieter with each question, the weight of her anxiety pressing down on her.
Phobos flapped his wings, landing gently on her shoulder. He nuzzled her cheek with his beak, a tender gesture that made her heart swell with affection.
"Thanks, Phobos," she whispered, reaching up to stroke his glossy feathers. "I guess I need to focus on the fact that I've worked hard for this. That I've put everything I have into my performance in the ring."
Deimos cawed again, louder this time, as if to remind her of her strength.
"You're right, Deimos," Mai said, her resolve strengthening. "I can't let fear control me. I've got to trust in myself, just like you trust in me."
The crows seemed to nod in agreement, their dark eyes shimmering with encouragement.
Mai stood up, a new determination in her step. "I'll do my best," she declared, more to herself than to her crows. "No matter what happens, at least I know I've given it my all."
As the night fully embraced the sky, Mai felt a sense of calm wash over her. With Phobos and Deimos by her side, she knew she could face her fears and step into the spotlight with confidence.
The Murder is here to put this to bed. Not that I expect if we win this match that Birds of Prey will suddenly go off to the corner and lick thier wounds forever. But it will at least make things easier for a couple weeks. Because Brooklyn is right. There is no way Fowler worked alone. One desk jockey couldn’t have handled taking Rowan, Astrid, and Virginia out by themselves. Someone had to help. If it was just a desk personal why would Roberto hide the tape? No, there’s something else going on. And we have that to focus on after we take the Birds of Prey down. We are a Murder of Crows. We are a united front. We are a group that trusts each other and works together. We’re a family, the only one that matters… you know people’s romantic partners.
Shea. I can’t say I know exactly why you are over on that side. Your best friends in the world are Warren and Vivienne. Two people your team seems to hate. Doesn’t that seem hard to work with a team that hates everyone you care about? I mean, I’d have trouble with it myself. But maybe you’re stronger than I am. You’re a former champion, the only one on that side who held gold before. I’m just saying, one of these things is not like the others. If I was you, I’d think twice about being over there. Not when we have cookies.
Rini. You could be so much better if you allowed yourself to shine instead of sticking to the shadows. I get wanting to support your girls but like come on. Don’t you want to be taken serious as a singles star or is it just entirely about tag teams for you? Doesn’t that seem like selling yourself short? Don’t you want to hear the crowd cheer your name?
Natasha. Girl. I have nothing against you. I get you want to just go out and have a good match. You don’t really have a horse in this match. I guess the attacks likely didn’t help keep you neutral. But we both got dragged into it. So let’s just make the best of it. Good fight and good fun.
Charlotte. To be honest this is our second? Third? Whatever, we’ve been in this situation a couple times. Yeah, you have come out ahead of me everytime. But I can see the cracks already. I see how fucking under your skin I’m getting. You just want to go feral and stop pretending to be a good girl. Embrace it, honey. You’ll feel much much better. Going feral here means you get to make Jennie bleed her own blood night two. Don’t tell me you don’t want to see that.
Either way this only ends one way. This is put to bed. I know my team is gonna work together. I know you are all going to overlook me. I’m seen as the weak link in the team. And maybe I am. But that doesn’t matter. I know my team will have my back. I know my team is going to be putting it all into the match, not saving something for a title match. I’ll reap what I sow. We all will. I’m fine with that.
Well howdy there pardner.