AS WINGS WERE torn from the angels back, their immortality snatched out of their palm, a dying wish was made. 'Please, I could do so much more.'
indie seraphim themed oc. penned by odd.
It's hardly a polite greeting; it's scarcely even a greeting at all, more a blunt observation, yet the words just seem to spill from Robin's lips. Normally his manners aren't lacking. He doesn't even realise his rudeness until she turns to him, at which he, promptly and ironically, turns his face from her gaze in shame.
Robin has seen much; often, it feels like too much. It hasn't been long since he'd returned to his country, yet he finds his mind is still on the battlefield. He is home and he is far away; he is everywhere and nowhere all at once. The sister has a good eye, or perhaps it is obvious, that he is a soldier not long returned home.
He manages a small smile at her quip. "No, Sister, that isn't why I am here." Robin's gaze returns to her, though this time he makes sure not to be rude and outright stare. "I was wondering if there were a place I could stay? I don't have much, but I will donate what I do have to the church. If not, I could work for my keep?"
ββ β A brow is perked as she watches the stranger, a spark of curiosity ignited. His clothes told one story and the look in his eyes told another. 'There is always room for his children at the Church,' she assures the man. 'My church is however...' How does she put it? Run down? Desolate? Priscilla was the only one that had shown that church love since the old woman that took care of it died. 'There are better places you could stay... It's a little run down truth be told but you are more than welcome if that does not deter you.'
'It is not far away.' Priscilla motions, turning on heel and beginning her journey back to the church. 'You need not pay for lodging but if you insist of working for your keep I do need help with a few things.' She glances over her shoulder, taking in the mans appearance once more. 'Hard work seems to not shy away from you, yes?'
Fingertips fiddle with the flowers in her basket, lips purse thinking about what the church could need help with. There was that hole in the roof that was troubling her the most... Made the nights unbearably cold. Her eyes drifted upwards towards the sun noting it's location in the sky. 'It's still early... When was the last time you had something to eat stranger?' Company wasn't normal for her so cooking wasn't something she bothered with but if he was sticking around perhaps she will go out of her way a little.
β One of Priscilla's talents is singing! She is a soprano. Voice of an angel quiet literally. Although she doesn't advertise it, she tends to love singing in church on special occasions or when nature has created an ambient atmosphere that can carry her hauntingly beautiful voice.
β Priscilla was named by the Nun that found her when she first woke up! She has another name.
β She can't cook at all. Her diet relies on food that is easily made. Oats, bread, various meats / cheeses and fruit / veggies.
β Priscilla isn't an emotional individual, very stoic but when she does experience a strong emotion it is very intense. Especially when she is feeding off someone else's emotions due to her empathy and they get the best of her, almost like the emotion itself is taking over.
β Whiles Priscilla is devoted to God, she personally feels a little bitter because it's not something she choose. The more she comes into herself she finds herself being a little defiant.
β Due to her religious beliefs and responsibilities, Priscilla has a problem with authority! She is also very used to being alone and working by herself so sometimes she can be selfish without realizing.
β One of Priscilla's talents is singing! She is a soprano. Voice of an angel quiet literally. Although she doesn't advertise it, she tends to love singing in church on special occasions or when nature has created an ambient atmosphere that can carry her hauntingly beautiful voice.
β Priscilla was named by the Nun that found her when she first woke up! She has another name.
β She can't cook at all. Her diet relies on food that is easily made. Oats, bread, various meats / cheeses and fruit / veggies.
β Priscilla isn't an emotional individual, very stoic but when she does experience a strong emotion it is very intense. Especially when she is feeding off someone else's emotions due to her empathy and they get the best of her, almost like the emotion itself is taking over.
β Whiles Priscilla is devoted to God, she personally feels a little bitter because it's not something she choose. The more she comes into herself she finds herself being a little defiant.
β Due to her religious beliefs and responsibilities, Priscilla has a problem with authority! She is also very used to being alone and working by herself so sometimes she can be selfish without realizing.
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APHRODITE / LOVE. laughter-loving, sweet smiles, dressed in silk and satin, flower in their hair, sees the world as a runway, unapologetically sexual, the sea washing their ankles, in love with love, stirrer of passion, cunning concealed by painted lips, secret daggers, doves, revolution in their kiss, delighting in the waves, flirtatious winks, strolling along the beach, staring wistfully from a balcony, this is how to be a heartbreaker, wants to be adored, gets turned on by danger
APOLLO / SUN. glitz and glamour, art galleries, turning the volume up, being made of gold, neatly-organized music sheets, notebooks filled with poetry, bathing in the sunlight, the powerful urge to create, collecting vinyl records, beautiful cover of wonderwall, playing multiple instruments, tasting like sunshine, healing touch, speaking in prophecies, smile mingled with wrath, shunning lies, sporting shades, hanging out at music festivals with their friends, sleeps naked, arrow to the heart, paint brushes, probably has a tinder account
ARES / WAR. armed for battle, wants to raise a dog with their significant other, soft spot for children, gives piggyback rides, scarred body, blood on their hands and face, willing to fight the world for the ones they love, fights against injustice, warm hugs, well-worn combat boots, boxing gloves, bandages wrapped around bruised knuckles, fist raised in protest, ignites revolutions, fear is a prison, more sensitive than what their tough shell would have you think, exhausted, damaged goods, force to be reckoned with, red roses, curses under their breath.
ARTEMIS / WILDERNESS. keen sense of a hunter, freckles like constellations on their skin, piercing eyes, disheveled braid, moonlight peeking through the shadows, the calm of the forest at night, lying on the grass and staring at the stars, mother doe and her fawn, protecting their kin, the moon shimmering on a still lake, quiver full of arrows resting against the bark of a tree, running with wolves, bonding while circled around a campfire, not being much of a people person, arrow hitting a target, popping egos, patience on 3%, touches heaven and returns howling.
ATHENA / WISDOM. discerning gaze, unreadable face, quiet museums, owl perched on their finger, armor that intimidates, eye for architecture, plays the sims for the sole purpose of building houses, studied the blade while everyone else was busy getting laid, big fan of logic, loves brain teasers, ancient buildings, sweaters in neutrals and cool colors, hair done up, can kill you with their brain, heads to the library often to research, sharpened pencils, abs that can cut steel, stoic statues, pottery classes.
DEMETER / HARVEST. soil-covered hands, smile that can bloom flowers, skin loved by the sun, being the mom-friend, can lift you and your friends, flowers kept in the pockets of overalls, takes pride in their beautiful garden, speaks to their plants, leaves rustling in the wind, stalks of wheat, picking fruit, greenhouses, heart as strong as a mountain, values simplicity, daisies dotted across a collarbone, curls crowned with flowers, folded pile of sweaters in warm hues, pulling out fresh-baked bread out of the oven and the smell wafting through the air
DIONYSUS / MADNESS. drunk shitposter, on their sixth glass of wine before youβve even finished your second, seductive smirks, untamed curls, rich fabrics on dark skin, sleek-furred panthers, theater masks, stage productions, receiving a standing ovation, rose caught between their teeth, being the baby of the bunch, wild parties that last from sundown to sunup, creeping vines, inspiring loyalty, grand opera houses, masquerade balls, rolls of film, shattered chandeliers with broken glass scattered across the wine-spilled floor, pouring champagne into flutes, lives for the applause
HEPHAESTUS / CRAFTSMANSHIP. the calloused hands of someone who knows labor, sweaty brow, flame burning in their eyes, inventive mind, broad shoulders, steampunk goggles, nuts and bolts stored away in little boxes, ashes, striking a match, blueprints for future projects, fixing up a busted up car and giving it cool upgrades, wrestles with bitterness, work boots have seen better years, wrinkled plaid shirts, iron melted in blazing fire, huge jackets, crafting masterpieces, greased-stained overalls, fascination with robotics, pain is fuel, stack of weaponry, even their muscles have muscles
HERA / MARRIAGE. resting bitch face, dressed to the nines, cows grazing on a pasture, cool rain, loving and hating fiercely, hand clutching a string of pearls, large chandelier with glittering crystals, plays the sims for the sole purpose of killing off their sims, romance to realism, pictures of the sky while flying on a plane, files that under fuck it, downs glasses of wine as they relax with a scented bubble bath and netflix, like their selfie or youβre grounded, knows 57 convenient ways to murder a man, dark eyes that penetrate your soul, marble and gold
HERMES / MESSENGER. devil-may-care smile, always up-to-date on the latest technology, will steal your french fries, does it for the vine, shitposter, puts googly eyes on everything, meme hoarder, long drives on the highway, ma and pop diners, spontaneous road trips, folded maps, fingers dancing across the keyboard of a laptop, shooting hoops on the basketball court, chatting up strangers as you all journey to your own destinations, goes jogging in the morning, mixes redbull with coffee, menace on april foolβs, hoodies and sneakers
POSEIDON / SEA. storm with skin, colorful coral reefs, waves crashing against the shore, stroking the soft fur of a cat, their heart pounding as their horseβs gentle trot speeds into a gallop, tousled locks, clothes smeared with paint, owns several sketchbooks yet always yearns to own more, leather jackets, fondness for diy projects, handwriting that flows across the page, nimble fingers playing the strings of a violin, velvety singing voice that haunts your dreams, mood as ever-changing as the sea, the roar of a motorcycle, compass with a spinning arrow
ZEUS / SKY. thunder in their heart, running on coffee, flash of lightning, natural charisma, eloquence, badass in a nice suit, aficionado of history, force of nature, lenny face, nightmare-filled nights, proud arm around their loverβs waist, high-rise buildings, planes soaring through a cloudless sky, technician on the piano, maintains order, strong handshake, juggling multiple events on their busy schedule with ease,
ββ β Β @banditborn
Winter was beautiful especially when the frost and snow came around. Nothing beat enjoying a hot drink whiles watching the snow flutter past the window but much like everything else it did have it's downsides. The harsh winds had blown a hole in the roof, in the old relic she lives in known as a Church. Priscilla never deters from hard work and she spent from dawn till dusk trying to fix the thing, battling the bitter winds, Β bumps, cuts and bruises. Did she know how to fix a roof? No. Did she manage to do it? Also no. When it was no longer safe to be in the rafters, she stood on the ground looking up with a frustrated sigh. Winter was also bringing out rare emotions in her. It was cold. She was cold. The back room didn't have any chance of warming up now, with the roof the way it was, 'maybe it's a night for whiskey. That would warm me up...'
'Where should I go? ' Priscilla mumbles, braving the bitter cold once more. She instantly regrets it but inside wasn't much better so she marches on, arms wrapped around herself like a blanket. Finding whiskey was an easy challenge but finding someone that could serve her was a tad more difficult. The memory of the stranger she met in the woods flashes before her eyes as she notices the button on her charm bracelet.
'The Hungry Varg, past the church, through the graveyard...' before she knew it she was standing outside the building. It was easy to find like he said. The lights were on, there was some laughter coming from inside, a warm atmosphere seemed to spilling from the seams of the place. Β As another ice cold breeze passes through, it was more than enough to usher Priscilla inside.
As she steps into the pub, she makes sure to close the door behind her quickly. A sigh of relief soon escaping her lips as the warm air hits her skin. When was the last time she was in a place this warm? The lights seem to dim around her as she wanders into further into the pub before returning to their original strength. Once the fireplace was spotted, Priscilla wastes no time moving over to the seat nearest to it. It had gotten so cold in the church her normally pale skin started to have a purple tint. ' Ghastly...' She murmurs, rubbing her hands together, glancing around to see if the man she met before was around. 'I should ask him if he killed the Wraith whiles I am here and why there is a lack of christmas decorations... ' The fire she noticed first, the lack of festive spirit was second.
One tree down, many more to go. The sound of an axe cutting into a tree, echoed through the woods, with long pauses in between aslongside many huffs. 'Just... a... few... more... hits...' With each swing, her eyes closed tightly praying that she hit the same spot. The only axe she could get her hands on was basically her size but she wasn't going to let that stop her fesitive streak.
This tree was coming back to the church with her if it was the last thing she did. Her eyes darted open when the sound snow crunching and a man yelping...? Curiously her head tilts to the side, hands still on the axe, peering around the other side of the tree. 'Nero...?' She could barely see his white hair peaking through the enormous pile of snow that just landed on him.
Leaving the axe stuck in the tree, she waded through the snow over to him. 'Did I kill you?' Priscilla commented, starting to dig away at the snow around him. She pauses for a moment, 'If I did maybe I should leave them burried...' she murmurs to herself. 'But I'm pretty sure that is a sin...' Spotting one of the mans arms, she grabs hold of his sleeve and pulls on it. 'Wake up, I don't want to go to hell.'
Hands fumble with branches of pine, attempting to fluff them out for a fuller looking tree. This was the third year now that Priscilla had given herself the task of putting up a christmas tree in the middle of town. She already done the hard part so it was just up to decorating now. There were piles of lights and boxes at her feet, next to a dodgy looking ladder and what seems to be a small assortment of beverages. Warm mulled wine, tea & coffee.
As she peaks threw the pine branches, she see's a man with long silvery hair staring at the tree from the other side. She bats her eyelashes, watching him intently for a moment. He looked rather at angelic with the snow flittering around him.
'Would you like to decorate the tree with me?' Priscilla finally inquires, peaking out from behind the tree. 'Or would like some mulled wine? Tea or Coffee? Provided by the local church, ' Priscilla coos happily knowing that at least one person had taken interest in what she was doing.
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Airin draws his back, gaze darting around his flat surroundings to reel his senses back in. He figures he's pretty good at walking with grace, so... getting back to stable wouldn't be too difficult? The ice bore his weight while he ran, right?
He squints, preparing to brace himself against the crisp, cold wind. But, this time, there's... a different sensation that's carried with the passing flurries. Airin can only describe it to himself as a strange warmth that flushes within him, like little specks of light.
The felicid draws his head up and squints at a figure near the frozen lake's edge. Was that... a human? Out in this cold? Even in his predicament, @imitangel should not be out here. He's too far away to scare them off, so he cheeps as loud as he can to them. Hopefully, that'll draw them away, since who would approach a wild animal in this weather?
Autumn came and flew by quickly, now everything was covered in a layer of frost or snow. It was cold, beautiful, very beautiful but so utterly cold at the same time and created a whole new layer of problems around the town. Not that Priscilla minded, she didn't have anything better to do.Β
Snow crunched beneath her feet as she walked around the outskirts of town, eyes drifting side to side idly, looking for anyone or anything that would need help. She knew deer got stuck on the lake around here that iced up around this time and just like that she saw only what she could describe as a large mass of fur with four legs sticking out. A small laugh left her lips, her own intuition never failed her, although she wasn't sure what was stuck on the ice was a deer.
As she got closer, she heard the creature calling out, which caused her brow to furrow with worry. 'Are you hurt? Hold on, I'm on my way to help,' Priscilla shouts in return. Her hands fumble against her neck, tugging her scarf off. If she wraps this around it's waist she can probably pull it gently along the ice. With a nod to reassure herself, one careful step at a time she begins to cross the lake of ice. Her shoes were mostly rubber thankfully so she wasn't slipping too much and her arms being held out helped with keeping her balance. Her eyes darted back and forth between the creature and the ice as she gingerly made her way forward, stopping occasionally when a sudden bitter breeze passed by causing a shudder to go down her spine.
Β 'The ice is slippery huh?' Priscilla chirped gleefully as her gaze met the creatures striking blue eyes finally. Still couldn't make out what they were though, her thought process was paused when she heard a crack under her foot. Her entire body froze as she glanced around her feet. The ice had gotten thinner, she wasn't that heavy either, maybe 100 pounds or just over. A brief moment of panic appeared on her face as she realized swimming wasn't something she hadn't tried yet Β but she quickly shrugged it off. Β 'Don't worry, we can easily get out of this!' was she reassuring them or herself?Β
Tying one end of the scarf around her wrist, she then threw the other towards the stuck creature. 'Here, try grab hold of tha--- ' Her voice trailed off into a shrill as something scared a bunch of crows out of the nearby shrubbery, causing them to fly out all at once in her direction. She stumbles backwards, slipping, her hands raising defensively as blind panic sets back in. A large crack vertebrates through the lake and before she knows the ice beneath her feet disappears, plunging her into the water. It felt like she had just been pricked by a thousand needles.Β
So cold. How does one swim again? Move your arms and legs? Thoughts race through her head as her arms wave frantically trying to grasp hold of the edge of the ice. She manages to pull her head above the water for a brief moment, her eyes meet the animals for a brief moment. A wave of guilt hitting her immediately, 'I'm sorry,' she exclaims through gasps of air. 'Just give me a mome---' Priscilla's voice trails off again as her hand loses its grip and she falls under the surface of the water again, this time inhaling lots of water, causing her to choke, her vision blurring.Β
It is not often she is caught off guard but the question that came from the young boys lips was something she was surely not expecting. Why was such a young boy asking that? It was a good question, one she hadn't really pondered on herself much. She was going to take time to think about it before giving an answer but she could see the boy getting impatient, brimming with curiosity.
'Are you evil?' Priscilla muses, poking the boys nose playfully.
'Of course not!'
With the boy looking mildly offended, a forced smile appeared on Priscilla's face, 'there is your answer then.'
The smile fades quickly when the boy stomps away like he was unsatisfied with his answer leaving Priscilla to sit with herself and her thoughts. A hand slowly raises itself to rest on her shoulder, fingers idly tracing one of the few scars she has. 'I don't have the heart to lie to that boy...' Perhaps one of her blessings or rather curse, of getting to peak into someone's heart puts a damper on her beliefs.
A long, exasperated sigh, escapes her lips as images from that one particular night flashes infront of her. A time were she was a little more naive than she was now. Her hand accidentally grazed a man's arm that bumped into her during their walk and what she felt was sickening. She knew people harboured ill intent but this was the first time she felt it. The hairs on her arm stood up as lightening shot through her limbs. He was excited, his heart was racing and now hers was too. She could taste iron pooling in her mouth, it was sickening. He was getting ready to do something and he was getting pleasure out of it by the thought alone and now she had a glimpse of it.
Priscilla stared at the couple, walking down street, talking and laughing like nothing was wrong. Everything was wrong. Everything was so incredibly wrong and what could she do about it? Impulsively as always, she ran towards them. The way he was looking at the woman she just knew it was going to be her, the one that was going to quench his bloodthirst.
'You can't do it!' She shouted, a hand firmly grasping hold of the mans arm out of desperation, 'whatever you are planning you can't.' Grabbing hold of the mans arm was the first mistake. Another wave of nausea hit her, now she knew exactly what he was going to do and how he was going to do it.
Both of them were confused at where she came from and what the hell she was talking about. The more she tried to explain, the more the both of them got angry.
'Get off him, you freak.'
A loud crack echoed alongside those words in her ears, as she felt the palm of her hand make contact with her own face. The initial shock hurt more than the slap but it wasn't enough to deter her. 'You have to believe me, he wants to hu- ' Her voice trailed off as she shoved onto the ground and promptly kicked in the stomach, winding her. Then another and another, with every kick she could feel his excitement build.
Now her head was spinning with confusion. What did she do wrong? Was it wrong for trying to help her?
Another exhale left Priscilla's lips as she recalled the events of that night and the next day. Both of them were found dead the next day. It seems like they were downfall of each other. From her interaction, it seems they weren't nice individuals at all but she still felt like their deaths were on her hands. She couldn't stop it.
That was just one example of the horrendous things she had felt when peering into people's hearts. It was rare she found a heart that wasn't shrouded in darkness.
'I really want to believe in people but the more time I spend with the dead the more I think the living is the problem...'
also love the idea of someone touching priscilla and every muscle in their body relaxing which makes them freak out and let go. they never felt so at peace in their life. haha
okay but imagine decorating a christmas tree with priscilla then it gets to the angel ontop. your muse looks at the angel then priscilla and ther e is one toooo many similarities.
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