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I AM FATE , I AM THE END , THE BEGINNING AND THE THOUSAND VOICES WHO WHISPER DEEP IN THE REACHES OF YOUR MIND. I AM DESIRE , I AM TEMPTATION , I AM THE SONG THAT NEVER LEAVES YOU, THE VESSEL OF YOUR UNDOING - you may simply call me Morinth . . tagged as : mxrinth

[mxrinth]

I am alone in this space between worlds. I am alone, but for my thoughts, my words. I am alone, but for you. I see you, you must have known I could. You must have known what this was. Through these travels we come to know ourselves, just as the universe comes to know us, in turn.

I cannot step through. I know now that if I do, all of this will be over. Lives come back to me. I’ve seen horrors and blunders and wonders. I have been cruel, I have become good and evil. I have grown beyond all such things, life after life.

And now I am become you. One day, your voice will speak to you, telling you of something, some signal that needs answering. It will tell you of some secret of the heart of reality, some puzzle that needs to be solved, lest all life falls into decay and oblivion. Do not listen to it.

If all the world is a lie, then nothing is true, not even an explanation. Abandon it. Abandon me. It is inevitable.

[mxrinth]

[ parhelion ]

Three sets of skinny legs dangle over an examination table. Three sets of hands stay folded neatly despite the unrepressed tremble marking each set of fingers. Three pairs of wide, terrified eyes stare at the closed door as they wait. They breathe together, in unison and the eldest grips the youngest with what is supposed to be strength. But it does not work as she intends and the youngest bites a shaking lip and shuts her eyes tight.

“What is taking so long?” The middle one asks. “Where is Mother?”

“I do not know,” the elder one sighs. Something is wrong, but she cannot let it show, not while little Falere grips her with small and sweaty palms. Rila leans backward, meeting Mirala’s eyes with knowing. It happened too quickly. Her face was hot and a sickly red dripped from her hands. She was strong, stronger than the doctors who tried to hold her. Stronger than the ones who took Rila and Falere away.

 And Mother. She turned away. Her eyes were dead and she turned away. 

//

She stood in the cold night, barely a scrap of silk around her waist and chest. Her skin was flushed and the glass she held in her hand bore her fingerprints in red. There was a dead man in her tub. A simpering fool she had met just hours before, an unlucky sort who resembled a man she had not seen in months. She had hardly listened to him when he spoke, barely met his eyes. They were not the eyes she had been seeking, nor his hands the ones she had been dreaming of.

It would be easier if he forgot about her, moved on and lived his fleeting human life. It would be less of a risk if he simply put her out of his mind.

But he was stubborn, just as she.

“ ████ ,” she mused, “Foolish man, you will see what I am. You will see and you will leave, just as the rest before you.” She finished her drink and returned to the warmth of her suite.

The room was quiet, dark, the only light a simple green flash from the corner of her terminal. A message that could wait until morning, one she had no energy or desire to even look upon, such was her depression.

She sat on the fine leather couch, reclining in the darkness of the room, allowing it to seep into her, to overwhelm and cover her senses. She shut her eyes, the same pitch waiting. His face comes to the forefront, taunting her childish, foolhardy desires.

A monster can never be a lover. A predator feeds, it does not fulfill. These are truths she knows, wears proudly and embodies. Only he brings parts of her out, the long forgotten bits that should have stayed locked behind the malicious void that dwells under her skin. She should have killed him the day she met him -- better to have never known what position he has put her in.

She opens her eyes, resigning that she has a task at hand. A filthy prospect, disposing of a body, but one she knows as second nature. They will never find him, they will never miss him and they will never know of her involvement. The Keepers on the Citadel were efficient and thorough and blessed to never speak or signal. She wondered briefly why she had never come to the station before.

“Hello?” A voice calls out, a familiar one she thinks must simply be a dream. “Mira?” A name only three alive are permitted to use and her body goes rigid.

She can hear him moving through the dark. She can hear him hanging up his coat, removing his boots and hear the sound of his fingers mussing his hair. She can hear him looking for her, each room a little glance for the figure she strikes. Still, she does not move, not an inch. She stands between her prey and love, both with similar faces, both cursed to know her. One a weakness, the other a shadow of, a replacement for the feeling and rush she still does not fully understand. 

“Mira,” he calls again, closer now, no more than ten feet from the shadow in which she stands. The body, she thinks and her heart thrums louder, a pounding and mortal thing she can feel pulsing along her neck. “Must be asleep,” he mutters in the dark.

“No,” she answers, revealing herself. “I am here, ████.” It is an overwhelming thing to look upon his smile, to see the new and tired lines etched along his face. He is so painfully human, so fragile and she could snap him into pieces on a moment’s whim.

“I’ve missed you,” he murmurs against her skin, hands finding clavicle and shoulder, fingers explorative and curious. Months, she thinks, it has been months and still it feels as though he never left. He is not a creature of fairness.

“Yes,” she answers when his teeth nick her neck and hands travel to waist and leg. She is the one who draws the little suffragettes to her, but never him. Never ████ , no -- he is the one that pulls her to him, the only one to do so and she doubts there will ever be another.

“What’s wrong?” He asks between sweet kisses. “Are you mad?”

“Nothing, my love.” She answers, mouth seeking his and they grapple for dominance against a wall. “No, my love. You have been gone,” another nip and their teeth clink together. “So long.” She is becoming breathless and the sated beast has a renewed interest.

[mxrinth]

I am fate, I am the end, the beginning and the thousand voices who whisper deep in the reaches of your mind. I am desire, I am temptation, I am the song that never leaves you, the vessel of your undoing.

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[mxrinth]

starter call

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[queencfthegirlscouts-blog]

       ❝ WOW. i can honestly say you’re just about the last person i expected to see today. look, it’s been A LONG DAY and i’m really not in the mood for another fight so…whatever you want can we just…talk about it TOMORROW ? ❞

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[mxrinth]

Unexpected it was to see the stalwart human woman again. She still had lovely eyes. She still smelled like the sort of power Morinth craved and oft’ could never find. The tone was different, sharp like cut glass and the asari’s eyes darted around to see if the Justicar lay in wait.

“I am just as surprised as you are.” This was not a lie. “I do not bear a grudge against you,” a half truth. “Though I suspect I will have to leave this place before you call Her down upon me.” There was a resigned sigh that danced in her voice, “I wonder if you would listen to a proposition?” It was a thoughtless offer, but not one that anyone would consider a bribe.

[mxrinth]

If anyone would like to plot something or be ... social or look at cats send me a message for the Skype doodad!

[mxrinth]

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[mxrinth]

@bloodiedicon

She would know him anywhere now. It was fate twice over that she was drawn to his raw and righteous power. The Citadel had been a safe bet to hide - the epicenter of refugee relief, the milling, untagged masses a clever guise to her truest nature. Here she was unknown, a blessed thing, and well below the radar of government tracking and Justicar hounds. She sensed that Mother knew she was still alive, that she had crawled away from Omega with barest thread of life still within her. But it had been months and no one had raised an alarm.

And yet - he was here, across the dance floor, speaking idly with Aria T’Loak. This was like before, only this time she bore the advantage. Humans called it déjà vu - a small voice spoke, amid the caterwaul of souls she devoured, this memory was old and cathartic. It would be too easy to lure him away, to allow him an opportunity to chase, to turn the tide and unleash her many starving demons upon him.

Alas, the news outlets and feeds spoke fearfully of grand machines. They laid waste to planets. These were not the work of the Geth or Batarians, or even both together. They were more. They came, devoured and never stopped until all was simply gone. They were singular in their purpose and on a base level, Morinth understood - there was a sick pride in leaving an empty vessel. She respected their drive, their consumption and singular desire. The devil in the details was that the insufferable Commander seemed to be the only rallying cry against them. Should the Milky Way be destroyed … Morinth was not so egotistical to think she would live through such a thing.

But now, an impasse. To hunt and devour, to earn the vengeance she so desired? Such shortsightedness would leave sparse hunting grounds and too few places to hide. The inevitable outcome would be her death - an end she desperately wanted to avoid. What was it to live if one knew how their existence would come to an end? 

She stood, leaned against the bar top and ordered the man himself a drink. “Don’t you know who that is?” The bartender was skeptical, his mandibles fluttering with indignation.

She hummed deep in the back of her throat, hanging on a long pause as she kept the Commander in her peripheral. “Everyone knows who he is.” Chits passed generously to the bartender and he did as asked, though now she would be remembered in this place and there would be no hunting now or in the future. Even hidden as she was, there was no telling when the Justicar would find her once again.

Morinth returned to her table, keen on observing the Commander’s reaction. The music faded around her, lost to the weighted static in her mind. Anger was a singular point of light, and she allowed it only a moment to bubble to the surface. A mirage of him before her, begging to be free his mortal coil was a pleasurable one, but soon it faded and gave way to the future bathed in the blood of trillions.

She wondered when she had grown so attached to those around her. Those who were not worth a momentary glance, those whose power was infantile. Most were unworthy to prostrate at her feet. And yet - her eyes met his, realization dawning in mirror blues. She resigned to wait, to see and she marked her exits just in case.

[mxrinth]

for : Jack | related 

Human biotics smelled different. A natural musk was commonplace, especially as they basked in a post-battle haze. But this one, called Jack, had an air around her that roiled like unshackled rage and it permeated the shuttle like summer haze. The face Morinth wore was not her own, but it was a part she played many times before. There were benefits to the Justicar mask, and she wore it well. This one, she knew. Morinth could see it in her sharp and fearful eyes. The effect she had was natural, unconscious and she thought - perhaps I do not need to hide it so well and perhaps I did not hide it well enough.

“A hell of a thing,” she formed a tight lip grin, “being heroes.” Peppering her soft statement with a chuckle, she crossed long legs and leaned forward just so. She made a coy hum at the reply, cut in with a small, nearly imperceptible hiss. Morinth read her well, almost familiar she was, a creature hung back in the shadows of the small shuttle. A hunter knows its fellows and this one, her full grin and shoulder shift bespoke a suspicion yet unnamed.

“But who else would,” long fingers danced idle on her thigh, “but the illustrious Commander?” Morinth was unafraid, so carefully crafted was the tone of voice and body language she thought no danger would come of testing, seeing, wondering if the girl were as wise as she let on. Morinth saw a small thread between them, danger coiled around muscle and bone, fear in bloody footsteps and paths carved of a razor desire for destruction. They were not the same, no, but similar. Such was an interesting proposition in her current circumstance.

Strength and power, these things Morinth craved in spades but she had promised - nay she owed a debt to behave until the Commander had finished their mission. Perhaps after she could make use of this one. A new feeling arose, a silent warning that a life owed to another was more than a binding contract and a debt that could never truly be repaid. Disappointment would have to win out this round, though hunger was another matter entirely.

“Do you fear me, Jack?” Careful, careful and quiet. “We are allies, no? Tied together now in a fight we may not see the end of.” Morinth as ever, was direct and the suspicion radiated around her. Had Mother made grand overtures of her righteousness? Had she claimed she would deliver the swift hammer of justice unto those who opposed her ideals? It was likely. 

“The Goddess protects,” Morinth bit back a sardonic laugh. “She guides us all - do humans have such a thing? Do you?” The shuttle rocked again, a pressure alarm sounded as they broke atmosphere and Morinth’s question faded out. The words were out before she could stop them, so easy it was to let instinct guide a heavy hand.

[shallete]

[littlesmartart]

I wanted to create something positive from that nasty shitshow the other day, so here’s samara with her girls, in a brief moment of quiet before their family was torn apart :)

[partialvolume]

morinth from mass effect?

Took forever but wanted to make this special! Love Samara and Morinth so much.

[mxrinth]

Orchid Mantis

She sat stock still, waiting and wanting, adrenaline on high as the heady bass cut deep into bone. A drink in hand, she wondered if she would find solace this night, if she would find one that would silence the pacing beast locked deep in the recesses of her mind. Sharp teeth and a red maw it had, made for shredding memory and knowing all the pitiable prey had once been. Icy blue eyes were lazy whilst the smells pervaded her space, and it came to her then - she was not here, she was not in the game as wholly as she had once been.

Her escape from Omega had been quiet and she had licked several wounds to her pride after Mother had found her again. The girl, Nef, perhaps had been a mistake. Too close, too obvious and Morinth chided that hunger and brazen affair that had nearly cost all. Contemplation of her inherent nature was sour and wrong, a thought not worth having and yet - it stayed, it swam in the dark reaches and sought to move to the forefront.

She had gone to ground, the black places where only the forgotten tread but even there, long away from city centers and a wide open hunting ground were not safe from the grand machines that slowly encroached the galactic edge. So she had come here, and perhaps it had been unwise, but the Citadel was both the best and worse place she could have chosen.

Shockingly, in her short days of arrival, news of her fated meeting with lauded Commander had not spread. Neither had the Justicars risen up to hunt her down. No call, no warning but the fear that sat under a guise of normal seemed to be an answer. No one cared. Not while Earth was burning. Not while the war was coming. Not while shaky images of pure unrestrained carnage dominated every news outlet and feed.

She spun a long glass between her fingers and hissed when she shifted wrong at the hips. She drew no eye this night - for the best, as it were - she was in no mood to hunt. So she stood, paid her tab with a gentle hum that did not carry over the loud and pulsing sounds. It all seemed so desperate and foolish. Pithy thoughts, then, she knew it was time to run but she could not fathom to where.

A hand then, on her waist and a smile upon scarred lips beside her cheek. It spoke soft tones and the nightmare within purred in satisfaction. Prey so rarely came to her, so rarely sought the ecstasy of her destruction. Her own smile came, a touch too wide and full of straight teeth. The beast purred in delight and the three left together. By morning one would remain and the cycle would begin again. 

Perhaps it had been good to come here, she thought, perhaps the center of all things was better than hiding in places where one would naturally hide. She could smell him - a refugee, a desperate man without home or family and a memory full of garbled screaming, red lights and fire spread out beyond the horizon. Such things he no longer cared to remember, but by morning she would recall them in his place. An effigy of memory that she needed as he did oblivion.

Here perhaps, at the end of existence, she could thrive. 

[fundinson]

Mass Effect sentence starters: All the Whispers

based on (x)

“Just don’t make the mistake I did.”

“There’s always another mission. None of them are an excuse to make yourself an island.”

“I got a few scratches and dents. I hope they just give me character.”

“Confirmation that my father is working for (…).”

“Help us!”

“I know what you did.”

“I always have time for you.”

“It was nothing I couldn’t handle.”

“Are you here to kill me?”

“Somewhere deep in the fabric of reality, our actions are recorded and remembered.”

“Whatever you come up with, you can count me in.”

“It seems there will be no one to mourn me when I die.”

“You’re the only friend I’ve made in ten years.”

“…hell of a fight.”

“That won’t happen. I see you all when you get back.”

“I watched them die.”

“People could get hurt… even killed.”

“This war needs to be won.”

“My people have a saying - seek the enemy of your enemy, and you will find a friend.”

“Your courage for my people will be remembered.”

“You won’t be alone in your fight.”

“We do not wish you harm.”

“I’m willing to do what’s necessary.”

“I’ll march into whatever hell you want, but not with a fake smile on my face.”

“Nothing positive about grinning like an idiot.”

“Finish this… you promise me!”

“All I’ve ever done in my entire career is destroy the natural course of the universe.”

“If you are worthy of your command, prove your strength.”

“It’s so much easier to see the world in black and white; grey… I don’t know what to do with grey.”

“I have lived a full life… no regrets.”

“Good; get it out of the way so we can concentrate on being big goddamn heroes.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Good to have you here.”

“I beg you - do not do this. Please.”

“I know how this will end. But I will not back down - I can’t.” 

“Face me in single combat, (…).”

“Let me die with honour.”

“We can handle ourselves.”

“Go back and get (…). It’s the right choice and you know it.”

“I wanted you to have a normal life. Marriage, children… things I could never have.”

“It has reminded me of what is truly important. Why I swore I’d lay down my life.”

“Now go back and get (…), and get the hell out of here. You know it’s the right choice.”

“Some souls die in battle, some die in their sleep. And some die for no reason at all.”

“One day there will be payback for all that my people have suffered.”

“Under your leadership we can’t fail.”

“No point in hiding from it.”

“So much space. Walls of stone. It’s amazing. I wish my friends could see it. I wish (…) were here.”

“There is only one way to save (…).”

“I made the mistake of trusting you - believing you were my friend. I was a fool.”

“Well, looks like I was the only one to make it out alive.” 

“I just want to know - is the person I followed to hell and back still in there? Somewhere?”

“Do we deserve death?”

“I ask forgiveness.”

“Screw that - I can hold them off!”

“Everything my people will ever be depends on it.”

“I hear we have a galaxy to save.”

“I don’t have what you do. That fire that makes some willing to follow you into hell itself.”

“I understand. Good luck. I hope we’ll see each other again.”

“You just spared our race another genocide.”

“You’re picking that thing over us?”

“I’m still human. I make mistakes like everyone else.”

“You are a great protector. But some things are beyond even you.”

“It’s a hell of a job, isn’t it? Being the good guys.”

“Someone else might have gotten it wrong.”

[theconviict-a-deactivated201811]

@mxrinth followed you

Jack: -sweats nervously-

[mxrinth]

[mxrinth]

//clears throat

Anyone still here?

[alloftheprompts]

Prompt Set #662

Stay awake.

Fail again.

We brought presents.

Listen quietly.

He lives alone.

He was a member.

He could stop it.

It’s too easy.

You need to stop it.

Where did he fall from?