𝚂𝙰𝙲𝚁𝙾𝚂𝙰𝙽𝙲𝚃.

𝑐𝑎𝑝𝑡𝑢𝑟𝑒𝑑 𝑖𝑛 𝑑𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑚𝑠 𝑜𝑓 𝑝𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑙.

[aercangel]

❛   WHY DIDN’T SHE ASK ME HERSELF?   or  at  the  very  least  come  with  ?   i  can  gift  her  womb  with  fruit,  if  both  of  you  prove  to  be  worthy.  ----  which  i  believe  you  are.  but  it’s  for  the  ceremony  to  decide. ----   it  is,  albeit,  a  decision  that  should  be  well  thought  -  out.  i’m  assuming  she  is  unaware  you  are  having  this  conversation  with  me.  are  you  on  the  same  page,  you  reckon  ?   ❜

[heireating]

             BOOK STARTERS VOL.56    CIRCE    MADELINE MILLER

❛ But in a solitary life, there are rare moments when another soul dips near yours, as stars once a year brush the earth. ❜

❛ He showed me his scars, and in return he let me pretend that I had none. ❜

❛ Humbling women seems to me a chief pastime of poets. As if there can be no story unless we crawl and weep. ❜

❛ It is a common saying that women are delicate creatures, flowers, eggs, anything that may be crushed in a moment’s carelessness.  ❜

❛ If I had ever believed it, I no longer do. ❜

❛ I thought once that gods are the opposite of death, but I see now they are more dead than anything, for they are unchanging, and can hold nothing in their hands. ❜

❛ I cannot bear this world a moment longer. ❜

❛ I have a better idea. I will do as I please. ❜

❛ All my life has been murk and depths, but I am not a part of that dark water. I am a creature within it. ❜

❛ You cannot know how frightened gods are of pain. There is nothing more foreign to them, and so nothing they ache more deeply to see. ❜

❛ When we are young, we think ourselves the first to have each feeling in the world. ❜

❛ When I was born, the word for what I was did not exist. ❜

❛ But perhaps no parent can truly see their child. When we look we see only the mirror of our own faults. ❜

❛ I will not be like a bird bred in a cage, too dull to fly even when the door stands open. ❜

❛ This is what it means to swim in the tide, to walk the earth and feel it touch your feet. This is what it means to be alive. ❜

❛ You threw me to the crows, but it turns out I prefer them to you. ❜

❛ Yet because I knew nothing, nothing was beneath me. ❜

❛ If now I am wise, it is only because I have been fool enough for a hundred lifetimes. ❜

❛ You can teach a viper to eat from your hands, but you cannot take away how much it likes to bite. ❜

❛ Give me the blade. Some things are worth spilling blood for. ❜

❛ I have been old and stern for so long, carved with regrets and years like a monolith. But that is only a shape I’ve been poured into. I do not have to keep it. ❜

❛ I wake sometimes in the dark terrified by my life’s precariousness, its thready breath. ❜

❛ Understanding the world is a matter of keeping very still and showing no emotions, leaving room for others to reveal themselves. ❜

❛ Beneath the smooth, familiar face of things is another that waits to tear the world in two. ❜

❛ The truth is, men make terrible pigs. ❜

❛ My father has never been able to imagine the world without himself in it. ❜

❛ This is the grief that makes our kind choose to be stones and trees rather than flesh. ❜

❛ Witches are not so delicate. ❜

❛ Those who fight against prophecy only draw it more tightly around their throats. ❜

❛ I learned that I could bend the world to my will, as a bow is bent for an arrow. I would have done that toil a thousand times to keep such power in my hands. ❜

[aercangel]

a fair angel ♡

[aercangel]

        WHERE 𝙼𝚈 𝙷𝙰𝙽𝙳𝚂 ARE CUT 𝙷𝙴𝚁 𝙵𝙸𝙽𝙶𝙴𝚁𝚂 WILL BE FOUND INSIDE.

[aercangel]

SHE DOESN’T LOOK LIKE A MONSTER,   but  the  deadliest  things  never  do.   the  glint  of  her  red  hair  against  her  gay  green  eyes  reminds  me  of  the  bright-bellied  snakes  lurking  beneath  the  forest  swards;   for  every  pretty  scale  on  their  back,   there  was  an  ounce  more  venom  to  put  you  on  yours.   —   the  mention  of  prim  piques  my  interest   &   i  think  she  means  it  to.   kim  rye  told  me  New  Eden’s  sister  has  “eyes,”   that  their  Mother  is  a  Red  God,   that  this  Archangel  can  see  everything   .   .   .   i  suppose  they’ve  seen  prim  too,   or  she  wouldn’t  think  it  significant  enough  to  mention.   but  it  is.   &   now  i’m  interested.   even  if  i  shouldn’t  be.   there’s  a  lot  of  things  i  shouldn’t  do,   but  i’d  do  any  of  them  for  her.

❛   WHAT’S THE CATCH?   ❜     my  father  taught  me  enough  to  know  people  like  this  don’t  offer  anything  out  of  the  goodness  of  their  hearts.   especially  not  in  a  world  like  this.      ❛   Eden’s  Gate  was  causing  all  the  trouble  around  here  before  the  bombs  even  dropped.   giving  yourselves  a  new  name  doesn’t  necessarily  mean  you’ve  got  new  morals.   ❜     i  dig  the  heel  of  my  boot  into  the  coarse  earth  as  i  ponder  the  options.   they’ve  got  a  school,   with  children  prim’s  age.   a  place  to  learn  medicine  from  the  earth,   like  my  father  taught  me,   with  the  stock  to  actually  understand  it;   a  community  for  prim  to  grow  up  in.   it’s  safer   &   surer  than  prosperity,   or  anywhere  else  we’ve  been.   the  highwaymen  left  them  alone  for  a  reason.   BUT EVEN A BED OF SNAKES IS SOFTER TO SLEEP IN THAN NOTHING AT ALL       ❛   —   i  don’t  want  your  diplomatic  bullshit.   i  need  more  than  empty  words.   for  prim,   i  need  assurance.   i  need  action.   ❜

GUST’S CARESS SWIRLS THE SHEER   skirts  of  her  dress,  flattens  them  against  the  pale  pillar  of  her  lean  legs  and  toothsome,  soft  as  cotton,  her  smile  blooms,  sweet  &  paralysing,  like  lilith’s,  laced  with  datura.  for  her  grapes  are  grapes  of  poison,  her  clusters  bitter.  sunlight  kisses  fiery  rubies  down  to  her  waist,  loose  curls  not  short  of  red  serpents  crawling  down  the  curl  of  her  ample  breast.  docile  now,  bewitching  even,  alas  only  a  fool  wouldn’t  tremble  in  fear  of  blinking  too  slow.  surely,  trapped  in  the  darkness  of  your  lids,  you’d  feel  the  sting  of  a  thousand  teeth  feasting  on  your  jugular.  a  step  carries  her  nearer,  yet  she  stands  so  far,  like  a  reverie,  as  if  the  wind  is   resisting  the  urge  to  dust  her  away.    ❛   —   oh,  but  it  does.  the  truth  lies  at  the  riddance  of  an  usurper.  the  crowning  of  faith.  justice.  different  morals  come  with,  don’t  you  think  ?   ❜     blasphemous  hymn,  angel  music  from  a  demon’s  throat.

eerie  serenity  hugs  the  air    that  touches  her,  calming,  taming,  obtunding.  she  is  lover’s  weapon  come  alive,  winged  moonflower,  wolf  incarnadine.    ❛    you  know  your  sister  is  a  special  child.  as  you  are.  what  a  loss  to  you  and  me  alike,  to  have  you  rot  away  in  this  filthy,  sacrilegious  purgatory  when  heaven  awaits  arms  wide - open.  —   this  faith  doesn’t  kill  you  to  gift  you  eden.   ❜   her  lashes  grow  heavier,  time  bends  &  curls,  fitting  the  slowing  of  her  breaths.  from  her  dainty  fingers,  silver  bleeds,  drips  lazy  like  honey,  gleams  into  a  sword  razor  -   beaten,  its  sharp  edge  presses  against  the  soft  of  her  flesh.  doe  -  like,  she  ambles  forth  once  more,  raises  the  blade  she’s  forged  out  of  void.    ❛    take  it.   ❜     an  order  posing  as  a  soft  plea,  yet  she  is  patient,  gentle.      ❛   i’ll  keep  you,  both  of  you,  safe.  you’ll  thrive  under  my  shadow.  should  i  fail,  plunge  this  through  my  heart.  i’ll  see  to  it  that  you  can  leave  freely  after  too.   ❜    what  a  beautiful  shrine  of  lies.  dare  not  not  pray  to  it,  for  it’s  sacred  ground  your  feet  stain,  and  there  is  no  use  of  an  animal  but  sacrifice  on  such.    ❛    come,  katniss.  take  your  freedom.   ❜

[aercangel]

❛   IS TO BE FREE   to  commit  such  heinous  acts  at  the  behest  of  another,   time   &   time  again   ?   saint  peter  denied  thrice   .   .   .   i’ve  taken  one  life   &   now  i  see  i  must  take  another.   will  the  third  be  mine   ?   will  the  penance  be  yours  to  seek   ?   betrayals  carry  hefty  prices   .   .   .   &   i  feel  –  so   .   .   .   heavy.     ❜  

❛   IT IS TO BE FREE   to  rid  heavens  that  you’ve  grown  from  barren  soil  to  gardens  bewitching,  from  liars,  deceivers,  false  prophets  that  violate  the  peace  you  seek,  those  that  so  readily,  so  perversely  desecrate  what  was  gifted  to  YOU.  ----   penance  ?   getting  rid  of  vermin  shall  be  celebrated.  as  we  have.  as  we  will.  faith’s  no  joseph.  the  devil  takes  on  forms  myriad.  will  it  give  you  wings  if  we  beg  ?  shall  we  pray  to  him  ?  he  who  is  unjust.  -----    o lord jesus christ, look upon us with those eyes of thine where-with thou dist look upon peter in the hall; that with peter we may repent and, by the same love be forgiven; for thine mercy's sake.  ------   what  would  have  been  had  we  lain  our  hearts  in  his  forgiveness  ?   in  his  mercy ?   we  need  no  false  god.   we  need  none  of  them.  they  block  our  divine  path.   ❜  

[aercangel]

❛   YOU KNOW WHAT NEEDS TO BE DONE,   sweet  love.  should  you  be  the  eyes,  i’ll  be  the  throat,  and  some  things  must  be  heard.   ----    shadows  have  taken  us  again.  fingers  drape  your  vision,  like  threads  they  strain,  sluggish,  impudent   ---  they  snake  around  your  neck.  her  thumb  presses  against  your  breath  swelling,  you  choke,  again.  i  swore  i’d  keep  you  safe.  free.  i  intend  to  keep  it.  action  must  be    -  will  be  -    taken.     ❜   

[karrova]

Venus Verticordia (details), Dante Gabriel Rossetti

[aercangel]

FALLEN AND SACRILEGIOUS WITHAL,   holding the status of an archangel, mara is capable of weighing souls, a divine determination of fate, from at which point one’s worthiness of heaven or deserving of inferno is decided upon. through a simple share of touch or even so a lingering gaze and sometimes less, the “weight of your heart” will be known to her. though not incumbent of the onus before her banishment, after her fall & taking root at the midst of havoc within hope county, seeing it necessary in the stance she took, through her suggestion of it to rachel and thus to faith, she becomes the judger of souls to those on the path to eden, deciding the fates of the sisters and brothers on which of them will earn a place in promised heaven, and who won’t.

EMERGING AS THE AUTHORITY OF SOULS AND MORALITY,   she is alike the breaking of the second seal, riding the fiery red horse of war, evoking a sense of blood that is to be spilled, the horseman that brings mass slaughter. even though she first did not fall as an enemy of the man but moreso the opposite, her sense of purity and justice revolves around protecting a particular specimen of people, thus leaving her rather grey in terms of both. in its true balance, sin lies heavy, and sinful souls are to be consigned forever to damnation, though some sins lie much lighter in the set of scales of an angel who has sinned herself, and some much heavier likewise. her judgement, accordingly, allows arguably little room for salvation, spared solely for the meek and unprotected, for the damaged and for those who had no chance of fighting fair. the rest of the congregants, however, ironically, are “sacrificed” with ease on both ends due to mara’s natural divine aura and rachel’s exceptional ability over wielding the bliss.

[aercangel]

𝑟𝑒𝑑 𝑚𝑜𝑢𝑡𝘩.         starter call ?

[aercangel]

rachel: there are a thousand holy eyes watching us, watch how you behold m- mara:

[aercangel]

racheljessop‌:

NEW EDEN IS A LIFETIME AWAY.   stretched  like  a  wicked  minx  beneath  her  lover   &   hair  unwound  among  the  variegated  flora  of  this  brilliant  new  world,   her  duties  have  been  all  but  forgotten.   though  she  has  no  eyes,   it’s  her  fingers  hiking  across  mara’s  skin  that  allows  her  to  see  that  rapturous,   divine  face,   enamored  by  her  alone,   &   her  alone  by  rachel  in  turn.   The  Tree  Of  Life  looms  overhead,   but  rather  than  quail  beneath  its  sacred  branches,   she  feels  emboldened  instead.   sheets  of  mousy  hair  tumble  over  a  bare  shoulder  as  she  rears  her  chin  upwards  to  capture  the  Angel  in  a  lingering  kiss,   before  collapsing  again  with  an  ever-coy  smile.     ❛   beware  of  the  way  you  behold  me,   mara.   we’re  being  watched  by  a  thousand  holy  eyes,   you  know.   ❜

ENGULFED IN SHEER WHITES,   as  if  still  all  -  divine  &  not  red  -  stained,  she  beams,  ceding  the  sword  &  changing  it  for  her  heart.  she  leans  delicately  on  one  hand  on  one  stretched  out  arm,  sun  glimmers  through  the  thick  of  lush  lashes,  becomes  paradise  itself  within  the  serpent  -  greens  tightly  locked  on  lover.  she  drinks  every  line,  every  nook  &  cranny,  every  feature  she  feasts  on  like  holy  wine.  her  desire  indwells,  her  desire  grows,  takes  shapes,  from  it  she  feeds,  with  it  she  feeds.  to  the  call  of  the  kiss,  her  hand  resting  on  her  arched  hip  rises,  cups  the  side  of  her  face,  brushes  out  the  juncture  of  her  jaw  to  her  throat  &  untamed,  travels  down.  ❛   the  only  holy  eyes  you  shall  worry  yourself  with  are  mine.   ❜   her  fingers,  all  well  too  knowing  of  this  path,  travel  ghostly  from  the  side  of  one  breast  where  they  dwell  all  too  short  &  she  shifts  to  her  knees.  a  kiss  she  offers  back,  as  her  hand  brims  ‘neath  lover’s  stomach,  hovering  brutally  over  the  warmth  of  her  cunt  as  her  breath  draws  up  her  jugular.    ❛   whoever  dares  look,  will  look  away  now.   ❜

[aercangel]

mara  &  rachel.

[aercangel]

i love a woman and it’s... She(TM)

[aercangel]

a fair angel ♡

[aercangel]

❛   THEY WILL NEVER GIVE YOU WHAT WE COULD.    ❜     greens  ever  so  tender,  avian  -  laden,  she  ramifies  with   wings  so  sharp  they  scrap  the  ceiling,  pallid,  dulcet  fallen  angel,  she  purrs  here  with  the  saccharine  purity  of  heaven  below  her  shadow.    ❛   prosperity  could  never  offer  what  we  can  offer  for  you  —  for  prim.   ❜    her  tone  drips  honey,  slow  &  gold,  somnolent  almost  in  its  flow  of  reverie  -  like  gentleness.     ❛   come  &  be  with  us.  safety.  happiness.  all  under  your  hand.  you  have  my  word.   ❜ 

[feithaven]

Good Evening! rachel and mara’s daughters are conceived amidst such moral depravity that the twins are punished for their mother’s sins; scylla is born with eyes lacking pupils, rendering her blind, while pythia is born without a tongue, making her mute.

however, being nephilim and culminating the four horsemen prophecy alongside their mothers and faith, neither are inhibited by these, and after coming into their powers by new dawn, are capable of infinite and universe-crushing power that are a far greater threat than the highwaymen could ever hope to be.