☄ ι ℓ ℓ υ ѕ ι σ η є ∂

                ❝ тнєη, ƒяσм αcнιℓℓєѕ’ єуєѕ, ∂ι∂ нє ѕcαттєя Ｔ Ｈ Ｅ    Ｍ Ｉ Ｓ Ｔтнαт ωαѕ яσυη∂ тнєм; мιѕт ωнιcн тнє gσ∂ нα∂ ѕєηт : αη∂ нιѕ єуєѕ ѕαω cℓєαя ιη αη ιηѕтαηт. ❞  

[iillusiioned]

▒▓჻☄

                    ❝ уσυ мαу кησω мє ву тнαт ηαмє∂ αƒтєя                        мє --тнє мιѕт, тнє σвѕcυяєя σƒ тяυтн. ❞

[sashava-deactivated20200515]

[ergooceanus-deactivated20150628]

“Apologies. I didn’t mean to lurk. I am  curious if I may ask a favor?”

[iillusiioned]

▒▓჻☄

               ❝ уσυ мαу αѕк, тнσυgн ιтѕ ιмρℓємαтιση                   ѕнαℓℓ ℓιє ιη тнє ηαтυяє σƒ тнє ƒανσя                   αη∂ уσυя ι η т є η т. ❞

[sonofthemist-blog]

"Wow…" C.J. whispered. "I was just seeing if I could…" He smiled. "Thank you for coming though My Lady." 

[iillusiioned]

▒▓჻☄

          b r i t t l e tones lace her reply, though           it is not as if there are more important           matters to attend too.

               ❝ кησω тнαт ι cσмє ƒσя тнσѕє                    ∂єємє∂ ωσятну. ❞

[reginainferos]

       upon hearing the words, the goddess of the underworld stiffened. three demigods? Wandering in their realm?

                      “what are the purpose of these children? and who are they?”

[iillusiioned]

▒▓჻☄

          eyes are i n c r e d u l o u s, as           if such questions are a waste of           her time and their ANSWERS            obvious.

               ❝ ι ∂σ ησт вσтнєя муѕєℓƒ                    ωιтн ѕυcн яєαѕσηѕ αѕ                    тσ ωну тнσѕє ωнσ                    ωση∂єя ιηтσ тнє яєαℓм σƒ                    тнє ∂єα∂ ∂σ ѕσ. вυт ι ѕнαℓℓ                    ιηƒєя тнєу αяє ση α qυєѕт                    σƒ ѕσятѕ. ❞

[iillusiioned]

ergooceanus glimpsed through the illusion.

▒▓჻☄

               ❝ ι cαη нєαя уσυ c я є є ρ ι η g                    αвσυт. ѕнσω уσυяѕєℓƒ. ❞

[iillusiioned]

dyingfarfromthesea glimpsed through the illusion.

▒▓჻☄

          the moon is at its own pale zenith,           i l l u m i n a t i n g the white figure           at the edge of endless BLACK. the           sea pounds powder sand into flat           plains with a tempestuous thunder           of noise. few things strike the entity           as truly powerful upon this earth,           and here she stands at the very           ( cusp ) of one.

                    slow m e a s u r e d steps leave no                     shallow divots for waves to wash                     away, but the same saltwater appears                     to soak the edge of her dress. Appears,                     for such things are naught but illusions                     responding in ways nature i n t e n d e d                     things to be.

[iillusiioned]

sonofthemist glimpsed through the illusion.

▒▓჻☄

          all her children have that same magnetic            pull to them --the one that lures her in, bit            by bit. every single mortal through which            her blood PUMPS through.

                hecate's blood. hecate's children.

          she feels it now. the same ( singing ) call           albeit a bit less STRONG, but present all           the same.

               ❝ уσυ ѕυммσηє∂ мє? ❞

[iillusiioned]

unforgottenwrath glimpsed through the illusion.

▒▓჻☄

          she is not mortal, is not truly tangible.           and y e t, as the force draws nearer to           the goddess, the very m o l e c u l e s           of her being seem to t r e m b l e with           UNSPEAKABLE emotion.

                        ( anger, vengeance ).

               ❝ ωнαт нαтн уσυ ∂σηє? ❞

[iillusiioned]

[ starter callllll!!!!!! ]

[beauregardisms]

Something in the way the other responded sent a shiver down Silena’s spine —— something familiar and unknown all at once. Her lips pressed together, forming a polite smile as her gaze regarded her carefully.

     ❝—-Right, a trick of the light.         Are you… new here or just         visiting? Because if you’re         visiting, this part of the factory         is off limits—-❞

[iillusiioned]

▒▓჻☄

          it is? had she w h i s p e r e d passed some bold           sign with glaring black and red? if so, she hadn't           taken notice. rules ( seldom ) applied to her,           especially those of mortals. nonetheless, she           offers a smile that perhaps holds some rueful           quality.

               ❝ αρσℓσgιєѕ, ∂αυgнтєя σƒ ℓσνє. ι                    нανє gяσωη ƒαя тσσ αccυѕтσмє∂                    тσ ωαη∂єяιηg ωнєяє ι ρℓєαѕє                    --ωнєяє ι αм ηєє∂є∂. ❞

[reginainferos]

                       ”The Mist. The keeper of the truth. It’s a pleasure and an honor to finally meet you.”

[iillusiioned]

▒▓჻☄

          ironic how she has come to be known, such            f r i v o l o u s, important sounding names.           she does not respond to the greeting.

               ❝ уσυ ѕнσυℓ∂ кησω тнαт α тяισ                   σƒ ∂ємιgσ∂ѕ нανє νєηтυяє∂                   ιηтσ ℓσя∂ нα∂єѕ' яєαℓм. ι σηℓу                   ρяσтєcт ωнαт тнєу ѕєє --ησт                   тнє є ν є η т ѕ тнαт нαρρєη тσ                   тнєм, ρнуѕιcαℓ σя ησ. ❞

[reginainferos]

            “What is your name? For I wish to acknowledge who it is, I am talking to.”

[iillusiioned]

▒▓჻☄

               ❝ ι αм тнє νєιℓ вєтωєєη єуєѕ σƒ тнσѕє                    ωнσ cαηησт ρ є я c є ι ν є тнє тяυтн                    αη∂ тнαт тнєιя мιη∂ѕ cαη ησт ƒαтнσм.                    вυт ѕσмє cαℓℓ мє т н є   м ι ѕ т.❞

[reginainferos]

;; iillusiioned

[reginainferos]

           ”What kind of business do you have in the realm of the Underworld?”

[iillusiioned]

▒▓჻☄

               ❝ му ∂υту ιѕ ησт вσυη∂ тσ тнє мσятαℓ'ѕ                    яєαℓм, ƒσя мσятαℓѕ αη∂ ∂ємιgσ∂ѕ                    σƒтєη ѕ т я α у. ❞

[scornfeit]

iillusiioned

          ❝ you carry yourself with such grace. forgive me if i      have stared for longer than i should’ve, my lady. ❞

[iillusiioned]

▒▓჻☄

          it is well the god's praises fall upon her movements           and not the way his eyes perceive her l o o k s, for           then the entity would venture into the ( marginally )           awkward discussion of how all see her as they wish           too.

                                                        ( though, granted, such                                                           perceptions usually                                                           consist of almost                                                           identical ideas --a tall,                                                           fair lady, not quite a                                                           goddess and certainly                                                           no mortal )

          but a smile g r a c e s  her face as snowflake-light           feet, pale and bare even against the SOOT of his           forges, bring her nearer.

               ❝ тнєяє ιѕ ησтнιηg тσ ƒσяgινє,                    ℓσя∂ нєρнєѕтυѕ. ❞

[ofharpies-blog]

"casia has seen a lot of things! yep, she’s pretty smart because of it too! casia has got street smarts. yo.”

[iillusiioned]

▒▓჻☄

               ❝ αℓℓ тнє ѕαмє, ι нανє вєєη тαѕкє∂                    ωιтн cℓσαкιηg αℓℓ мσятαℓ єуєѕ                    ƒяσм тнαт тнєу cαηησт υη∂єяѕтαη∂,                    ωнιcн ιηcℓυ∂єѕ ƒιηє cяєαтυяєѕ                    ѕυcн αѕ уσυяѕєℓƒ. ι нσρє уσυ'ℓℓ                    ƒσяgινє мє. ❞

[acruelthing-blog]

The mortal world was not one Hecate enjoyed but more often than not it was the only place she could escape. Where nobody knew her by sight or sense and she could be free, even if only briefly.

When she heard the breath of her name, the goddess smiled and dipped her head in respect to the force that was before her.

Like Cerberus or the ghosts at herfeet, the mist was not of her creation -- but her companion and one she enjoyed.

"You are a very long way from home. What brings you here?"

[iillusiioned]

▒▓჻☄

               ❝ ι cσυℓ∂ αѕк тнє ѕαмє σƒ                    уσυяѕєℓƒ; тнσυgн ιηѕтєα∂                    ι ιηqυιяє, ∂σєѕ αη ι∂єα тяυℓу                    нανє α нσмє? ❞

          origins, perhaps. but a home --that was a           debatable question, and one that the mist           felt could not truly be a n s w e r e d. but           she lets a smile g h o s t across her           features in that the goddess extends her           own adobe to her; which the entity feels is           only proper, as one of the immortal's           sources of power.

                                            ( though she will let                                               the smile speak for                                               itself. )