[scythinq]

his eyes are stuck to the place where the goddess’ delicate fingertips touched the necklace, red stains transfering to them immediately. he raises his eyebrows with slight curiosity as he averts his greens from her hands to her face. ❝ —— i survived TARTARUS, mac. i fear no curse. ❞

[bllessed-blog1]

she ran her fingers against the metal, the red petals of blood coating her finger tips. “STILL---” she murmured while skeletal hands moved from the necklace. “this is not our world, or anyone’s. you haven’t a clue what a curse would do.” blue hues holding a near bored concern. “i would be disappointed to see you suffer due to something so avoidable.”

[ironmanasf]

he till couldn’t figure out what about her was so interesting, but her eyes looked much like his. old. like she’d seen more than most wouldn’t dare to gaze upon. perhaps the two of them were more alike than they thought.        he could tell she was hiding something, but it was best not to pry — YET.  “they call me the doctor, plain and simple. not much else to it. and you are?”

[bllessed-blog1]

she glanced away from the strange man (creature?) for a moment. oh, he was old. not yet to her own age ,but here he was. breathing and--hearts beating. her pale arms cradled her own similarly cold body.

   a goddess of death was never quite charming enough with those who lived.

“doctor? ah-- you may call me macaria. nothing important.”

[namcofthebeast-deactivated20160]

he tilted his head slightly, curious to the expression. “i fear you know me but i do not recognize you. i do tend to worry, however. nightmares are cruel things and the gods even more so at times.”

[bllessed-blog1]

the goddess offered a weak smile to the hero. “sweet boy-- i am one of those gods you speak of. macaria, of the blessed deaths...your death. i- i was responsible for you until you decided to rise up from my realm. ah, please tell me you’re alright.”

[aghostlyking-archive-blog]

       “δεν είναι πραγματικό. είσαι εντάξει.”

[bllessed-blog1]

“--no one is safe from the pain of the dead,” the goddess murmured. “but your words are sweet.”

[techiewinniisms]

“macaria? well, i didn’t imagine seeing you here, is your father here as well?”

[bllessed-blog1]

“i believe he is, but i could be wrong--- i suppose you are enjoying yourself?”

[scythinq]

WHO: a granny & a middle-aged woman. WHAT: murdered in cold blood. WHERE: a shabby flat just down the street from the ominous house the redhead’s sleeping in. WHEN: a few moments ago — the bodies are still warm. WHY: for the sake of spilling blood. WEAPON OF CHOICE: a hatchet — the dull edge of it. what, you think thanatos did it? N O, no — hell, he has some class & he’s not sloppy, wouldn’t have left the bodies behind. this was clearly done by an amateur — this was someone’s FIRST kill. what is the god of death doing there then? taking up the role of a reaper, out of pure boredom. after collecting the poor souls, he notices something shiny around the older woman’s neck & soaks his hands in her blood just to get it. it appears to be an AMULET which he keeps studying on his way back to the black house. in front of it, he sees a person he knows and approaches them, not minding the fact that his hands and clothes are slightly covered in blood. ❝ hey, do you happen to know what this is? is it magical or something? got it from a witch. ❞

[bllessed-blog1]

what had he done-- not the unthinkable. she had never thought of a thing that he would not do. perhaps show kindness to the mortals of who he took those finale breaths. an interesting position. one she could only help in taking caring of. that SCENT of the dead. it was on that coated her, her body a near corpse in even this human skin-- it reminded her of HOME. the goddess reached out,-not a hint of mind to the blood--to allow pale fingers to touch the necklace. “it couold have a CURSE on it. be more careful on what you take.”

[jokiings-a]

           ❛ PLAN B, dollface!! i hunt down the thief an’ teach him a lesson, then i pay tiffany a visit. rob her blind, use the money to fly out somewhere real nice – that’s where i steal another chandelier. ❜

[bllessed-blog1]

         “what would be plan c if tiffany is DEAD? her money has transferred to your illegitimate son, but he has children where that money has been set aside.  and the world has an ultimate shortage of chandeliers due to the banning of all exquisite ceiling decor.”

[bllessed-blog1]

thanthearistosachaiion:

“είναι εντάξει. είστε ασφαλείς τώρα.”

the goddess snapped her head to the voice. her scared expression turning to one of worry. “--achilles...thank you. but, honestly you shouldn’t worry much for me.”

[underworldxhades-blog]

“ Ηρεμήστε , η κόρη μου . Πες μου για τους εφιάλτες σας και ελπίζω να πάει μακριά .”

[bllessed-blog1]

"--είμαι καλά."  macaria murmured, pushing herself back against the headboard. her eyes gaing to her father. “just dreams, it was silly to fall asleep...just the dea--ah, the dreams are simply the pain taken from those souls. i should  be used to it, yet here we are.”

[ironmanasf]

Why was he sitting in the chair in the corner of her room? That was a mystery, even to The Doctor. He had come to find interest in the young woman, clearly there was something interesting about her. What exactly? — also a mystery.            “What sort of nightmare exactly?”      Of course he knew greek,      he knew far to many things at this point.           Perhaps he’d drop it?

[bllessed-blog1]

the goddess stared with wide eyes to the man in the corner. the goddess of those who were blessed in the death--even he gave her quite a SHOCK. macaria looked to him.

       they were always nightmares of the dead who’s pain she had taken from them.

“nothing important---who are you?”

[techiewinniisms]

“so this is what the mortals live like; it’s not as dazzling as one would hope but it’l do.”

[bllessed-blog1]

     “--mother?”

[furnacemade-archive]

        “nightmare??” he doesn’t need to know what language she’s speaking to know what it is. anakin knows that look. 

[bllessed-blog1]

     “yes--- it was a bit foolish of me to bother with sleep.” the goddess tilted her head to gaze at the other. “silly decisions invoke such things...”

[differentian-deactivated2021030]

“I need people to leave me alone.”

[bllessed-blog1]

“humans are not very good at leaving other humans to themselves.”

[bllessed-blog1]

         “sweet θεοί-- εφιάλτες και πάλι"

[bllessed-blog1]

why don't you date thanatos?

“--i DO NOT know. do you honestly care? back in the day it all mattered if we were coming to take you LIFE that day. now all this nonsense about our love life.”

[differentian-deactivated2021030]

Ian didn’t bother looking up at the person who walked into his room. “Get out.”

[bllessed-blog1]

macaria stared the boy--another person who appeared to look like thanatos. “ah...do you need something,child?”

[ghostling]

Four Word . Prompts

“Please, come with me.”

“You’re always number one.”

“I can’t do this.”

“I won’t let you.”

“Maybe I’m just crazy.”

“I’m not even sorry.”

“Honestly, just stop it.”

“I believe in you.”

“Don’t be an ass.”

“Who were you with?”

“Please talk to me.”

“I can’t trust you.”

“I need you, though.”

“Don’t be fucking rude.”

“Is that my shirt?”

“So, it was you.”

“I need to go.”

“Just stay with me.”

“You can trust me.”

“Alright, I love you.”

“I’m sorry, but no.”

“Will you help me?”

“You’re a terrible cook.”

“Can you shut up!?”

“You love me, right?”

“I really need you.”

“I don’t love you.”

“I’m not doing this.”

“I really need you.”

“You don’t want me.”

“Let me help you.”

“You’re such a bitch.”

“I can’t do this.”

“You think you’re funny?”

“Hey, I said stop!”

“Will you marry me?”

“Wanna go out sometime?”

“I don’t want this.”

“You always this quiet?”

“Are you fucking insane!?”

“I don’t want you.”

“I’m not wearing that.”

“Sorry, were you sleeping?”

“This was never right.”

“You look really tired.”

“I’m out of here.”

“You need to go.”