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@matodi
PSA I tend to drop threads older than two weeks, seeing as this is the usual time after which both sides lose interest in said thread, but if youâd like to continue dropped thread, Iâm more than willing to pick it up again! If youâd like to go with the same concept but make it a fresh start, Iâm up for it too! Just come to me and tell me, I canât read minds yet.
@matodi
Fritz wasnât unused to seeing beautiful women with long hair that cascaded down their backs, but he was unused to this particular color that was in the streaks of hair that flew down her back. It was white and crystalline, and he found himself reaching out to touch it, only to pull back as soon as his hand touched the soft strand, not knowing what to now that he had made contact. He jittered a bit and scratched his cheek, stuttering out an apology. âSâSorry, Miss.â
( Another one of her strolls, when she buries her face in a book and walks among people, staying ignorant to what is happening around. An unexpected touch around her back makes her pause. ) âOh?â A soft smile curls her lips as she turns around. Her azure gaze focuses on the boy and she stares at him for a while before asking: â ------ Do you like them?â Her unusual hair, that is.
Four Word . Prompts
âPlease, come with me.â
âYouâre always number one.â
âI canât do this.â
âI wonât let you.â
âMaybe Iâm just crazy.â
âIâm not even sorry.â
âHonestly, just stop it.â
âI believe in you.â
âDonât be an ass.â
âWho were you with?â
âPlease talk to me.â
âI canât trust you.â
âI need you, though.â
âDonât be fucking rude.â
âIs that my shirt?â
âSo, it was you.â
âI need to go.â
âJust stay with me.â
âYou can trust me.â
âAlright, I love you.â
âIâm sorry, but no.â
âWill you help me?â
âYouâre a terrible cook.â
âCan you shut up!?â
âYou love me, right?â
âI really need you.â
âI donât love you.â
âIâm not doing this.â
âI really need you.â
âYou donât want me.â
âLet me help you.â
âYouâre such a bitch.â
âI canât do this.â
âYou think youâre funny?â
âHey, I said stop!â
âWill you marry me?â
âWanna go out sometime?â
âI donât want this.â
âYou always this quiet?â
âAre you fucking insane!?â
âI donât want you.â
âIâm not wearing that.â
âSorry, were you sleeping?â
âThis was never right.â
âYou look really tired.â
âIâm out of here.â
âYou need to go.â
      matodi
         Within the confines of a series of structured bars, several restraints clench at exposed ankles and makeshift binds pull against white appendages that are pinned to the firebrick wall behind.
         The divine messenger finds herself trembling despite her best efforts to stay courageous, doing everything in her power to drown out lecherous snickers of how fitting it is for a small dove to be kept in a cage. She could still recall the sudden sensation of powerful jaws clamping down on the ends of her wings, having no hesitation in forcefully dragging her off into the darkness.
         She hadnât even had an opportunity to fight back before sheâd been rendered unconscious. There was a dull throbbing at the base of her temples â a reminder of whatever blunt object had been used earlier. She raises quivering fingers to the base of her skull in an attempt to soothe the pain, but the sudden sound of something on the opposite side of the room instead startles her and directs her attention away from the discomfort.
          â .. Is .. s-someone . th-there .. ? â
â ------ Aerith!â Perhaps it was Cordeliaâs cheerful call that frightened the little angel. ( The reason for her appearance in this weird place would be similar - snapping jaws and dark whispers ruthlessly rounded her up here. ) She trotted towards the cage in hop-skip, accompanied by the silent ringing of the thin chain wrapped tightly around her ankle. ( For such an unpredictable god as herself, Styx obtained a very long leash, enough for her to reach Aerith on the other side of the room. Yet it is too short for comfort - the dreaded goddess stops a plenty of steps away from the other. )
She leans forward and rests her palms on the cage, her appallingly thin fingers curled around the bars. Once soft and gentle hands are dried almost to the bone, strange incantations in a stranger foreign languages thickly cover the skin from her wrists to her elbows. ( Without water, she cannot summon Scylla and Charybdis anymore. Without Scylla and Charybdis, she is completely helpless. Whoever did this, they know what theyâre doing. )
âAre you alright? Did they hurt you? Did they tell you something?â
        â it is so they never forget. â she states it so plainly, as if the uncomfortable feeling in her pit that came when she spoke was nonexistent. she turns the page. â it is also so they can share stories. â
âNever forgetâ ? âIs that so?â Styx asks, her shining gaze focuses on Serena. Her lithe fingers slowly close her volume to gently set it on her lap as she moved closer to her companion. âNo one remembers what they have read but a moment later. It canât be to ânot forgetâ!â
@moonveiled
â ------ Have you ever wondered why humans need to write down everything?â She asked, comfortably settled on the park bench and leafing through the book. The title on its cover looks like written in a foreign language but the girl doesnât seem confused by it.
modern mythology: styx (ÎŁÏÏ ÎŸ) / personification of hatred
âa goddess loathed even by the immortals: dreaded styx, eldest daughter of okeanos, who flows back on himself, and apart from the gods she lives in her famous palace which is overroofed with towering rocks, and the whole circuit is undergirded with silver columns, and pushes heaven.â
â⊠She isnât?â
The mention of the reincarnation of Harmonia was the only thing that made him respond. Golden eyes hifted from the clear blue skies that blessed Elysium to the bluenette beside him.
The whole reason he had come to Elysium was to see Lacie. He swore that she said she would be here, guess he mistook the date or something.
âGreat, came out here for nothing.â
âShe isnât... â Styx repeated like an echo playing in the dark caverns of her domain. She trotted in front of Ares, taking a moment to persistently stare upward, then moved gracefully to the other side. âLacie didnât tell me you would come... Itâs not like her... â
@wareborn
âDraze--- Hey, Draze--- Drazeee--- â Up and down, up and down, up and far away... There she goes, disturbing the tranquility of Elysium again. Carelessly rocking on the swing hung upon her wish, the one that is said to be feared even by Zeus himself. ( Though seeing how relaxed they are around each other, this statement seems fake. )
âHey--- Donât ignore me---!â No reaction from the god of war draws her back to the earth, the oath keeper soon lands lightly on the soft grass. With a hop-skip and a twirl, she joins by his side. âLacie wonât come here today. Sheâs off to run some errands... â
Harmony (2015) || Sceneries
cont. ||Â @ofedge
â âBeauty like meâ? Please! No one in sane mind would find hair that seems like jagged spikes appealing!â As for her face--- She looks like a teenager at the age of forty. ( It is not like she doesnât like that, but barely anyone takes her seriously with such looks. )
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@aurecle
âArenât you cold like this?â The umbrella propped on hr shoulder now rose above the taller maleâs head, offering a shelter. She greeted the other with a smile. âYou look like someone who prefers a sunny weather... â