angel of valhalla

in norse mythology, a valkyrie is one of a host of female figures who choose those who die in battle, and those who may live. BL/ind.

[mererecorder]

[glorywithgore]

Instead of a Dark Lord, you would have a queen, not dark but beautiful and terrible as the dawn! Tempestuous as the sea, and stronger than the foundations of the earth. All shall love me and despair!

Galadriel;  J.R.R. Tolkien, The Lord of the Rings The Fellowship of the Ring

[gunstothank]

“Uh, yeah,” Jen laughed nervously and rubbed at the back of her neck, trying to hide her discomfort in front of Miss Winther. She felt very small in front of her somehow, completely intimidated… “I’m Jen Delacour. I’m a drac, but uh… I guess they put me with you ‘cause I suck at being out in the desert.” 

Jen laughed again, vaguely wondering whether her rich parents had pulled some strings without her knowing to get her this position. All she knew was that this morning, when she’d gone to punch in at work, her supervisor had given her a passcard and a room number and sent her off, and here she was. She had to admit, she was definitely enjoying being in the air conditioning instead of the desert heat, but being an assistant sounded like a lot of work… 

“I’ve been, uh… I was reeducated and sent to the Academy a little over a year ago,” she explained finally, doing her best to hide the bitterness that came along with the statement. “I’d figure you don’t have the time to see every drac that passes through…”

[glorywithgore]

The woman frowns ever so slightly, just a turn of pale pink lips is the only indication that she isn’t overly pleased. First of all Jen’s casual manner of speech was unacceptable and the way she held herself inside shroud of uncertainty most definitely gave her an air of incompetence. How many millions of Carbons had been put into Reeducation Programs? (With a swipe of her manicured fingers, Ms. Winther could have pulled up the data and reminded herself). How long had those programs been in development? (Again, the information was all very accessible). The answer didn’t really matter, all that mattered was that time and expenses were utilized and this useless child had been put in front of her now.

Silje missed Symptom, but only for a fraction of a second.

“You’ll be happy to know that your job isn’t difficult,” Silje continued briskly, icy blues taking one last slow rake up and down the Draculoid before she stepped away on the backs of her white pumps, turning to face the large window facing East.

“Do you know what my job is, Ms. Delacour? Do you know what I do for the Company and her people?”

[elliedaily]

[no-w-a-y-jose]

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[glorywithgore]

I want money and all your power, all your glory Hallelujah, I wanna take you for all that you got

[glorywithgore]

gunstothank

“Are you the assistant they’ve sent me? I’ve never seen you before in my life. What is your name? How long have you been with us?”

[odds-is-on-my-favor]

[glorywithgore]

[[ I miss playing Silje a whole lot, so hit up my inbox if you want a city plot. I really want her to interact with more BLI employees and citizens, too. ]]

[glorywithgore]

...There’d best be a good reason for turning off your transmitter.

[kobrakaikid]

It’s the thought that counts, sweetheart.  All I gotta do is keep yer voice in mind an’ remember how nice you sound t’me, and…  Mmm…

Own little piece ‘a heaven..  mhmm..

[glorywithgore]

...Ugh. Disgusting.

//Click//

[kobrakaikid]

Babe, if I had one, I’d never stop usin’ it.  But as it goes, I’m gonna have t’put up with my sexy desert self until th’end of days.  You got enough pretty fer both of us~~

[glorywithgore]

Please. I highly doubt we'll even meet. I don't do field runs anymore; that's what little boys are for.

[kobrakaikid]

I know a pretty voice when I hear it, y’know?  Somethin’ about it that tells me yer real pretty under all that rock.  

[glorywithgore]

Yes, well it's amazing what a few common amenities can do for you. I suppose you might have a chance at being 'pretty' too, if you bathed.

[kobrakaikid]

Luh-cky girl„,

What’re you gonna do now, hmm?

[glorywithgore]

...The fact that you continue to find my frequency is irritating.

[glorywithgore]

Everything should be in order for the new advertisement release tomorrow...

...I suppose that means I have finished for the day. Hm.

[makebeliever]

[glorywithgore]

✌ - a memory of a relative

"I have no siblings."

She sips from the glass in her hands, deep purple staining pink.

One leg crosses over the other, icy blues pierce through a thick curtain of lashes. He shouldn't have asked and he already knows it. He shouldn't have brought it up, he shouldn't have tried to use it to taunt her, for the information she had collected on him outweighed his own knowledge tenfold.

When she stands, silk catches the light and dazzles his vision for a brief moment. She offers him another drink, apparently unfazed by the poor attempt to catch her off guard.

It's a constant fight between the two of them, trying to get underneath each other's skin, but she knows that any and all weaknesses can be predetermined, sought out and eradicated. He knows that it's best to remain empty beneath such fragile layers.

[glorywithgore]

✈

"So, you believe that would be happier out there?" 

The woman raises her right hand in warning, silencing the other person in the room before they could speak. She already knows the answer, they both do, it hangs between them, blocking their paths, inhibiting them both from coming into contact with one another. She doesn't want to hear it. She doesn't want to look at the person seated across from her; the only thing in this mild-colored space that does not belong. It was made of this same stark white and yet, it seemed to fare far better detached from it.

She averts her eyes and drops the manila folder across the clean surface before them. 

She understands now, more than ever, why she does what she does and why she must succeed. God forbid anything else be torn from her grasp.