N Y X @noctisdeae - Tumblr Blog

Beauty is when you can appreciate yourself. When you love yourself, that’s when you’re most beautiful.

Necolai lowered his head and pressed cold lips to his goddess’s hand, but he never took his eyes off of hers. He supposed that if his heart had still been beating, it would have been fluttering. A primal rush went through him at the contact with a being he had been devoted to for more than fifteen centuries.

“It’s an honor,” he said, returning her smile, though his expression was perhaps hungrier than hers. “My name is Necolai Dalibor. There are those who have called me Czernobog, after the ancient god of my people–though I suppose you’d know him, wouldn’t you?”

He smirked and pulled away, but he couldn’t quite bring himself to let go of her hand.

“What may I call you?”

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NYX WAS NO fool; she saw the hunger in his eyes, and it wasn’t for what vampires usually hunger for. Rather than tug her hand from his, she let it rest and gently gave his hand a squeeze. “Necolai. You may call me by my name -- I require no further titles.” Her smile rests still on her full lips, and she does not yet release his hand -- she lets her touch linger for a moment, and then a momeny further, before allowing herself to pull back, though she’s sure to allow her fingertips to brush against his palm.

#sanguiinar

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“I know you.”

There was no mistaking her aura, her essence: Necolai had been wrapped in her embrace for most of his life. He had spent centuries in her arms, though he had never seen her face. Not until now.

“You’re the night, aren’t you? Night itself. I’ve always wondered what you might look like, if you showed me your face. Somehow I always underestimated your beauty.”

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JUST AS HE could not mistake her aura, she could not mistake his; a vampire, otherwise affectionately known as night’s children. While they were not technically (well, as far as she remembered), she did have a particular affection for them. They had, after all, tied themselves to her essence without requiring nor asking for a single thing. “It seems you do know me. Night herself, I am indeed, and your flattery is appreciated but hardly necessary, my dear. What do you call yourself?” She offers a soft, sultry smile, and then her hand for him to kiss, a greeting she hardly thinks to be pompous or arrogant of her to prompt -- she is the very goddess of the night, after all.

#sanguiinar #B )

GODDESS OF NIGHT.

#ooc.#selfpromo #myth rp #nyx rp #nox rp #goddess rp

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#nyx.

blog is undergoing a revamp and nyx will be back soon c;

#ooc.

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#[ i almost feel like tihs would actually be nyx.#i'm crying ]#ooc

gaia ;

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“Thank you, my sister, as I compliment your work as well. The night sky looks more and more incredible each passing night. It is good to see you again.”

"It is very good to see you, too, sister. We must do this more than once every milennia, hm?"

#luxgaia #[ replies a billion years later agh ;; sorry ]

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Naomi Campbell in Private Dancer for V #76

Shot by Daniele + Iango

Styled by Joanne Blades

#; the goddess.

heros-quandary ;

"Right? This text book is…odd."

"Perhaps the cat had a run-in with blue paint."

#herosquandary

heros-quandary ;

"Hmm, let me see — Кошка синий.”

"Strange color for a cat to be."

#herosquandary

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"Perhaps it is because I do and I am. It is hardly my fault that I am drawn to what lies within as well as what is physically projected. But the pleasant thing about secrets… is that bones bear them best.”

"My bones hold secrets older than you. Secrets of the entire Greek pantheon, even. Secrets the Earth herself doesn't know."

#vitrixlic

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He would always come back to New York, no matter where he lived in the meantime. The city was comfort for him — maybe not as comfortable as Brooklyn, but it still held enjoyment. For a moment Steve had been looking down at the ground as he walked and completely missed that he was about to run into anyone.

”—Oh! I’m so sorry, are you okay? I didn’t mean to hit you.”

She is a goddess; those who run into her are usually the ones wincing in pain. However, the man who had run into her had felt like a brick wall, solid and immovable. It took her by surprise, more than anything else. "I ---- I am fine. Are you well?" she asked, clearly more than a little bewildered.

#herosquandary