When you’re trying to be sexy but the animators forgot your lower eyelid so instead of winking you just twitch you eye awkwardly and smile like you’re drunk

Sayaka was a goddess now, wasn’t she? That thought was rhetorical of course. She had made a contract, after watching terrible things become those that she cared about the most. She and Sakura Kyoko were roommates. She had figured out how to remain among the living, even though no one could remember who she was before. It had been like meeting all of them all over again. A new life with everyone.
None of that was on her mind at the moment. What was on her mind was how her friends looked at her like they knew something they couldn’t put into words. What made it even harder was that over the past few months, Kyoko seemed to have developed feelings for her. Actually it was pretty obvious. Kyoko might not think Sayaka knew, but she did. She liked Kyoko. She really did. Kyoko was always pretty happy to have Sayaka around, and the red head tried so hard to make sure she was always enjoying everything. Why couldn’t she return those feelings?
Knowing all the timelines really did a number on her feelings. Because of that, she had been talking to a particular dark haired and violet eyed girl a lot more. The two hadn’t always seen eye to eye. There were however, a few timelines that stuck out in Sayaka’s memories. Some moments in them that she couldn’t stop thinking about. She so badly wanted to talk to Homura about those moments.
To some, little things like conversations in a park, or staring at stars on a clear night would have no great meaning. But to have that sort of time with Akemi Homura was definitely not meaningless. The time traveler didn’t let anyone very close. Even if Sayaka was one of the girls Homura had originally wished to save, she didn’t have much opportunity to get to know who she really was. But why did Homura let her in more than she let in the others? She could see that the moments she had with Homura, while few in the light of the situation, were more than the other girls. That along with Homura insisting on wearing the yellow clips Sayaka had given her as a thank you, without completely remembering why she had them, was enough to make Sayaka think about her. She was thinking about Homura, when Kyoko was thinking about her.
Why did it have to be like this? She hadn’t done anything, but she still felt guilt. Each time she would go to spend lunch talking to Homura on the rooftop, she would see Kyoko wave, or give her a thumbs up as if to be encouraging her. It was so bittersweet though. Kyoko had to be hurt by it. There was no way that she wasn’t. Her face held a certain look when she was trying to hide how she was hurting. Sayaka could see it.
All three of them knew there couldn’t be a happy ending to this. No matter what happened, someone was going to be hurt. Hurt more than they already were. Homura was good at hiding things, better than most. But the more Sayaka was with her, the more she opened up. Sometimes Homura would tell her that she had a dream about Sayaka. Something that happened before. One of those days had Sayaka coming to visit Homura and finding her laying in bed, crying. She tried to hide it, but Sayaka hugged her and comforted her. Homura was sobbing because she said she dreamed that she had killed Sayaka. She said it had been so real that she could still hear the ringing in her ears from shooting the gun. She couldn’t bring herself to tell Homura that the event she dreamed had actually happened.
Sayaka had used some magic to calm Homura down, but after she finally stopped crying, the two leaned in and shared a very sweet and loving kiss. They embraced, gently holding one another and continuing to kiss. Outside, unknown to the two of them, Kyoko passed by, carrying a bouquet of blue roses, and things to make one of Sayaka’s favorite dishes. She’d went to the store while Sayaka was visiting Homura.
Once the blunette got home, she walked in, smelling the aroma of food. Kyoko might not be a world renown chef, but she could cook. Sayaka walked in, seeing a set table, with low lighting and candles. Kyoko walked out, a big smile on her face, and handed Sayaka the flowers. She looked at the flowers, then to the smiling Kyoko, then to flowers again. Kyoko spoke up, telling Sayaka that she had done all this just cause it was Thursday. By the time she was done speaking, Sayaka was in tears. Even worse than that, Kyoko thought she was crying because she was overwhelmed by the dinner and flowers. That was not it however. The real reason was that she, Miki Sayaka, was a horrible person. She knew what was going on, and she was too afraid to face it. It was just like always wasn’t it?
I saw this dress scrolling around on tumblr and just had to draw rouge in it. I made some modifications for a little extra flair and drew her has a human just cause I felt like it.
When you’re trying to be sexy but the animators forgot your lower eyelid so instead of winking you just twitch you eye awkwardly and smile like you’re drunk
