Lips that bleed death

flesh of papyrus Independent & Semi-Selective Weaponshift Goetia Semi-Hiatus Est. 7/11/16 Written by Zinnia blood of an inkwell Please read RULES before interacting. Do NOT steal anything from this blog. Mature content may be found here ALL will be tagged appropriately. The voices of demons Offline Asks: 0 Starters: 1 Drafts: 1 Threads: 3 bring her breath "All things truly wicked start from innocence" -Ernest Hemingway

[ofgoetia-blog]

     Amber eyes scanned the pages of a tome, lithe fingers gracing over the pages a moment before turning and averting her eyes to a second tome. In total she was glancing over three, but not actually reading any of them. Merely skimming the contents, checking if there was any new information collected over the years. She’d noticed that among her former affiliation the same tome might contain differing texts and updated spells as well as self-written notes. It was interesting even if she couldn’t exactly use it herself. A sad little downside to being the ‘ incarnation ’ of a tome herself.

     She glanced aside to her current wielder, letting out an amused sound before reaching out to touch his hair. “ How much of these do you actually read, Henry? Even with how long I’ve lived, I can’t imagine finding p a t i e n c e to peruse an entire library. ”

     @murdermage

[ofgoetia-blog]

of-invisible-ties:

A crude laugh—an ugly distortion of something otherwise joyful—tore from the former king’s throat. He found their banter delightful, in his own mad way. Exchanging threats was a quaint little throwback to his days as king, where he found doing so habitual. Besides, it wasn’t every day he found someone with a barbed tongue such as her’s. 

“Gwahahahaha! As I rightly assumed, you’ve worse sins than mine to speak of!”

“But, you’re no mortal. Isn’t it bitter, being bound by leash to your owner’s will? I’ve never been on the receiving side of your magic, so I’ve every right to make light of it! So long as I remain a do-gooder Shepherd like your owner, you pose no threat to this toppled king. Besides, would I even be worth a strike?”

     Ah, was he trying to get a rise out of her? There’s been worse attempts-- or would better be the word? Of course, there was no need to mention the evil she’d brought upon those who wronged her, as it might only feed into his little snaps. No need to tell him that when one of her old tomes had been thrown to fire that she’d come back to return the favor.

     “ Oh, do you truly think that is what’s saving you right now? Don’t tell me you thought that leash was actually set in ink? ” She gave a genuine laugh then; a surprise even to her. So long had it been since she had last been amused by the folk of this time.

     “Just because I choose to obey them, it doesn’t mean I couldn’t turn against them. Therefore, if you’re truly so eager, I could introduce you to my magic without trouble and see if you make light then. But...you’re right-- a crownless king isn’t even worth Nosferatu. ”

[ofgoetia-blog]

bornxsteward:

They needed more Tomes. Dwyer wasn’t sure why he was picked, out of all people, to get more, but he did as he was told, albeit a bit reluctantly. Now with this task set, he rode into a quaint Nohrian village where food products were scarce but Nohrian weapons were aplenty. As Nova trotted about the small market, the Troubadour scanned the stalls and buildings for anything that may hold Tomes. His eyes found a bookstore, which was the most logical place to hold onto such texts.

A few combat Tomes were purchased– a Fire, Thunder, even Nosferatu, and a Tome not even the clerk knew what it was. It sported a purple cover, something indicating Dark Magic. Dwyer couldn’t be sure, and it was perhaps unwise, but maybe Prince Leo had an idea? It was his only reason to buy it, which happened to be free with the sudden appearance.

Now that he had returned, the Troubadour places the new weapons atop a table in the Mess Hall, saying to himself he’ll put them away later; only to doze away the moment he sat down.

An unknown voice and a shake began to rouse him. Dwyer gave her a tired grumble of protest, tempting to just ignore her in hopes she could take a hint. Each word she spoke, the steward could barely understand– he was far to groggy to really care. Shifting his position, he now faced away from the unknown woman.

     Being brushed aside wasn’t something the woman had been used to in a long time. Perhaps she was now a bit spoiled when it came to attention-- as she usually got it whenever she pleased nowadays. A small, annoyed scowl crossed her lips as she slipped off the table and walked to the boy’s side. The second shake came with more force and if that didn’t work, Goetia wasn’t above flipping him out of his seat. After all what could he hope to do to her?

     “ Last little warning young man. Just how long do you plan to keep me waiting? ”

     She took a chance to look once more at her surroundings. It was a familiar setting and a sure sign she was indeed in a place of power now. This, of course, spelled good news for her. Maybe now there would be some fun to be had.  Oh, but assumptions weren’t good right?

     “ Come on there. I’ve got some questions that need answering. ”

[ofgoetia-blog]

of-invisible-ties:

Now, wasn’t that a little knock-back at his former title? Now naught but a simple man, bereft of his crown, Gangrel thought it oh-so-cruel ta=hat he was addressed such as that. “Your Majesty” never quite stung until that moment. Still, he welcomed the barbs that shame directed at his heart; he expected no less! 

“Now isn’t THAT a lovely way to say it!”

“Bwahahaha! Being called a hypocrite by a hypocrite is our hypocritical way of complimenting each other? Ah, I think we just added a little layer of complication onto this whole banter thing. I’ll have to be on my toes around you, eh?” 

     “ Did you not think as much before? My, what a grave mistake. Nothing good comes from thinking lightly of me. After all, I’ve more knowledge and experience than the whole lot of everyone. There’s no telling what I may do. ”

     She was perhaps the one woman who might hint towards her age. Though truly it was only ever in some vaguely condescending way-- exhibiting how above the mortals she was. Whenever there came someone who thought highly of themselves, she sought to strike them down from their pedestal. With Gangrel however, she was merely toying with him.

     “ But I must address, you were right to think I’ve more blood on my pages than you. ”

[solitudemood]

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[ofgoetia-blog]

of-invisible-ties:

@ofgoetia

“Oh, I KNOW I’m a terrible hypocrite! The second you wear a crown, you’ll have to be one—just to make sure it stays nice and comfortable while adorned on your head.”

“Still, I suppose there’s no worse in bitter irony where you’re the one calling me that. Tsk, tsk. I’d wager the pile of heads you’ve lopped off is larger than mine. So, from one hypocrite to another, why don’t we drop that name-calling business, hmm?”

     “ Now, is it really something as petty as name calling when I was only stating a fact? No need to get so worked up, Your Majesty. ” There was a grin at her lips, already finding great amusement in their exchange. There were perhaps only so few people whom would return her usual mocking tone. It was almost a shame, really. Were they too scared to? It’s not as if she’d hurt them.

      “ I may be a tad hypocritical myself, but aren’t we both better than most to admit it? Take it as a compliment rather than a judgement.  ‘ From one to another ’. ”

[ofgoetia-blog]

sublustrisnovae:

「 Λ 」~ Red-Streak Valet

Alexander looked over his shoulder, looking at her, as his eyes soon turned into a glare.

“That man has always been dead to me.” He stated. His voice changed from the sing-song vibe he had to a sudden icy tone. As if he had forsaken that man. “He was nothing but a bastard who saw the world as his chess board.. I merely put him in his place… The grave.”

“You best think twice before you call him my father as well.. That.. thing wasn’t even human.” And with that remark, he left.

     Oh the things she said just to get a rise out of others. It was almost too easy to mess with this one. The little things that could set him off, the topics that she knew full well were better left alone. It was too obvious. Surely it’d come to a time where she pushed it too far, but just how far along would that be? It’d be interesting to test his limits.

     “ Have fun playing pretend, love. Try not to miss me so much, ” she called as he walked away. The clack of heels rung loud in the hall as she took her own departure. “ This will be fun. ”

[jamsoftheday]

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[ofgoetia-blog]

    She must have slept for longer than planned. Where her last memory consisted of finding a bookstore to place herself on a shelf for the night, she now sensed a completely different surrounding. That could only mean someone had picked her up. Which also meant one of two things-- a potential new wielder or someone foolish enough to pick up the tome without knowing its contents. Truly, either possibility suited her better than traveling without someone for ‘ amusing ’ company.

     Shifting from a leather bound spine and papyrus skin, the figure of a woman now sat, stretching her new limbs. on the edge of a table. Soon after her amber eyes quickly fell on a napping boy just a chair over. “ Oh... Now who do we have here? You don’t look like much of a mage. ” Without so much of a second thought, Goetia leaned across the table to shake him awake. “ Rise and shine there, sweetheart. It’s rude to leave a lady by herself, you know. ”

     @bornxsteward

[ofgoetia-blog]

     [Alright I kinda miss this killer tome of mine so      like/reblog if you’re interested in interacting with a      personification of the Goetia tome from FE 13!!]

[director-scarlet]

Send me  “HC”  + a word and I’ll write a headcanon about it.

[darkmageofplegia-blog]

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“Nope! Ehe! I am all done here! Boy, you’re gonna LOVE what I picked out! It’s to die for! Literally! It might kill you if you’re not too careful, nya ha ha!”

Henry was possibly joking about that last part of his statement. Anything could be a potential weapon for him. With his constant blood-lust always on the mind, it defiantly can be done. 

The silver-haired male stood on his tip toes to look over the racks, eyebrows raising when spotting Goetia. There she is! Henry made sure to keep the dress behind his back as he now made his way towards the tome. His lips were curved in a smirk, imaging her response. The woman will practically GUSH at his choice! Praise him! Maybe give him a rewarding compliment! 

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[ofgoetia-blog]

     A small, amused smile appeared at her lips with his words. Such a typical response it was from her wielder, but she loved it nonetheless. It was something that might be called oddly endearing about him. Carefully folding the shirt and maintaining the smile, Goetia faced his direction with a joking little tone. “ Is that so? I’ll have to be careful in getting it on, then. Tell me Henry, did you put on hex on it already-- just for me? ”

     Crossing the distance between them, the female held the shirt close in a small attempt to keep it hidden. Of course surprises weren’t exactly something she neither took part in nor received, but it only felt right to do so in this situation. Especially when he took caution in keeping whatever he’d chosen from her sight as well.

     “ So, would you like to have what I’ve picked out, or would you rather go first? ”

[ofgoetia-blog]

sublustrisnovae:

「 Λ 」~ Red-Streak Valet

Him. Addicted. What a joke. The man gave a gentle chuckle against the others finger as his half purple, half red eyes stared directly into her orbs, the mist that came from his wrist slowly encased her shoulder with a wicked grin.

“Little monster, little monster… Come out and play..~” His voice turning into that of a nursery rhyme. “Little monster, little monster, why must you go away?” He gave another chuckle as he backed away, smirking at the other.

“My fun is merely beginning, tome… However… If I am the only one for you to wield, then perhaps that kiss was just the cherry on top…” He chuckled, not moving any closer, but he had grabbed her hand as he held it.

“Little monster… Little… Monster…. For why are you chained up so?” He grinned menacingly, as the mist locked around their wrists as he gave a laugh as he pulled away, the mist vaporizing into thin air as the young man turned to walk away.

“Little Monster, Little Monster… Now who is the one that sank so low?” He grinned as he begin to walk away.

     Most would say that she should have been scared. Others would claim that the female must have been frightened for herself. However those who would say this didn’t know the slightest thing about Goetia. She held quite the incapability of being scared-- for even if such a feeling were to develop, it was quickly overtaken by a thrill, courtesy of her disrupted soul. And so her lips curled and a small chuckle fell from her lips. “ My, my... ”

     And it would bode well should she keep words to herself from now on, but that wouldn’t be in her character. There was a flicker in her amber orbs and a hand wrapped itself around her wrist, rubbing at the spot where before there’d been a shadowed shackle of sorts.

     “Should I be honored by that little song? Do you expect me to regret my decisions. Dear boy, you’ve quite the silly imagination. ” Another small laugh, but the tome remained where she stood. This time she would not follow him. She’s had her fun. Best to leave him be for now and find something better to do. But that didn’t mean they couldn’t have their goodbyes.

     “... Your father might have been proud. ”

[sublustrisnovae-blog]

「 Λ 」~ Red-Streak Valet

This woman. This sick, twisted woman. Even if she was a book of demons or whatever. He didn’t care. She had overstepped the line. The line that made him snap.

However, the hand she had grabbed softened, and the brush to his face didn’t help any. His purple eyes narrowed at her actions. Why wasn’t she afraid? Why did she act like this was to be expected? All these emotions swirled inside his head. No, not his own head. The head that caused mass destruction to all. The man didn’t say  a word. Then she brought it up.

They were bother monsters. Both to be feared. Yet, here she stood, playing with his fickle emotions. Playing him like a fiddle, as if he was going to be wrapped around her finger like a string toy.

“You might not be afraid now…” It was his turn to whisper. “When you’re with me.. You’ll understand…”

Without even a second comment, not acknowledging her teasing remarks on handling a woman, nor her summarized version of themselves. He didn’t care.

“Allow me to show you…” A smirk, a playful smirk as his other hand found her waist, keeping her pinned as he leaned forward. However, he didn’t do it slow. No. Right after he grabbed her hip, he crashed his own lips onto the others.

Was it bliss? No. It was intoxicating to him. The woman that showed no fear. The only woman who could possibly understand him. Yet, here he was, kissing the other as if they were practically attracted to one another.

[ofgoetia-blog]

     For the first time in their entire exchange, he’d finally managed to surprise her. In truth, she expected something of the sort. Perhaps a mere submission as so many had done before. Men were quite simple-- a few whispered words usually doing the trick. Subtle touches had always seemed to earn her favor amongst, well, nearly all of them. But this sudden kiss and the force behind it was something she hadn’t predicted-- for the time anyway.

     Nonetheless, amber hues were only wide for so long before they came back to their usual half-lidded state. Never did they close as she allowed the man to kiss her, seeing no point in doing much else to stop him. After all, it wasn’t as if the action meant anything. There was minimal effort on her part to return it-- but at least it wasn’t wholly one-sided or else it would’ve been boring.

     In the end she broke the kiss, using just enough force to push away his face. What followed then was a low, almost sultry laugh. Amazing if that was how amusing it was to her. “ Had your fun now, little monster? Be careful not to get addicted. ” She laid a finger on his lips then, a smirk on her own. It was almost as if the tome was challenging him again.

     “ Nice try if you were aiming to prove a point, but I’ve still dealt with worse. You won’t find I’m the type to be so easily scared. ”

[wnq-music]

I know the way I want to be but I’m trapped in who I am.

We are the In crowd, “Attention” (via wnq-music)

[sublustrisnovae-blog]

「 Λ 」~ Red-Streak Valet

Comedy. That’s what she saw this as? Perhaps her words were funny. However, Alexander knew far better. This time, it was the man’s turn to smile. Then began to laugh at her very words.

“Oh you have no idea who you’re talking to right now, doll.” He has decided to use the very nickname she hated. The man’s smile only grew wider until his teeth showed. 

“You know NOTHING about me, you dusty old Tome. All you know is second hand knowledge of my existence. You saw me become a gods vessel. Yet, here I stand, with unimaginable dark magic coursing through my very veins still.” He raised a hand, taking off the glove she has grazed over before, showing her the mark. Still bright purple, still very visible.. yet.. it seemed that magic flowed through it to this very day.

“Should I know best?” He repeated her statement. “You think I know best?” His eyes once ruby red flashed a purple. Almost like an amethyst. “You honestly think that I give a damn?” Suddenly, the hand that had the mark found her shoulder, pushing her to the wall, smirking, pinning her there with new found strength that wasn’t his. 

“I’ll let you in on a secret, doll… He never left… He’s merely slumbering in my very soul… And…” He smirked, his eyes now full amethyst in color as the marked hand started to glow as dark clouds circled his wrist. “His power lingers.” He gave another laugh as he still had her to the wall.

“So you have the guts to walk up to me, and degrade me from what I once was, even after I attempted to let you live your own god damn life. Are you that pathetic on your own? You’re nothing but a leech, Goetia. Always staying on someone so you can drink from their life, be spoiled in pleasures and riches. So… I won’t ask again..”

The dark clouds slowly moved to her neck, the coldness of the dark magic evident, however it probably didn’t affect the tome much.

“Actually… No. I won’t ask again… I’ll make you my tome. After all.. All you do is crave for the powerful, am I wrong?”

[ofgoetia-blog]

     Should she have been surprised? Perhaps the woman held the right to have been scared? The answer to both questions would be yes. And although true that it was a wonder she was able to bring about this change in the man, it was the very outcome that she had wanted. There was no sense in lying-- Goetia had meant to antagonize him. Maybe not to this extent, but that was all the better for her. At the same time, there wasn’t ever the chance of her being scared. Such a feeling had long ago been practically banished from her being. Replaced with the darker deeds of other demonic entities. It might’ve been a double-edged sword to have that flight response replaced with an overly confident fearlessness and fondness of danger. But that was all she could allow herself to feel. It was the only trait she could call upon. And in doing so, a wicked grin slowly crept across her features-- a glimpse at the very essence of what she was made from. A sick thrill began to kick in.

     Oh how twisted a soul she was.

     “You know, normally a man treats a lady to dinner before he handles her so roughly. ” Never once did her tone change from that playful attitude she held before. Her hand came up again to meet the one at her shoulder. “ But I think I can make an exception just this once.Though you’re not being very nice. A leech? Me? It’s not my choice what I am, darling. ”

     The opposite, free hand lifted this time. Without hesitance it softly brushed the side of his face. “ Just as it wasn’t yours either. ” Her eyes seemed to soften now, with an emotion she was too good and feigning. A caring nature that wasn’t there. “ But you’re right. I do love power. And who better than to accept you-- an old god’s vessel. Full of monstrous power that just won’t seem to leave. They’d be scared if they knew what you were. ” A whisper. “ But I’m not.”