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‘ eden, ‘ she repeated the word, letting her tongue form around it. she walked closer, bare feet soft on the floor, fingers running along the edge of the table, looking at the things in the basket he had on the table, when he offered his name, that much, at least, she could provide.

‘ i.. am called lilith. i think. ‘ her head felt less cloudy, and she managed a small smile, reaching out to take the pear. what it was was foreign to her, but she knew enough to lift it up to her nose to take a whiff of it, giving it a small squeeze before she looked at it. her stomach rumbled in response to the question, and she realized that this must be what hunger was.

‘ yes. ‘ she took a bite, teeth sinking into the flesh, and she smiled when the sweetness hit her tongue.

“Lilith, okay,” he nodded as he watched her carefully. He didn’t suspect her as a threat or anything. Nothing had ever tried to harm him here. Eden was as safe as could be. The most dangerous things in this place were his own two feet when he couldn't walk properly over root or rock. “Well uh, that’s nice.” She was at the center of his universe right now, and he didn't now what to make of her. He had had some help over time, from the angels before. Some advice he had gotten from Father, but after that he’d mostly been on his own. Did they not give her that luxury? “So how long have you been in Eden?” He had yet to explore all of this place. Had she been here the entire time?!

#themonstrovs #v: a garden to the east #[grade A conversationalist]

pedrospascaled

Hugh Jackman in X-men: First Class - requested by @skyjane85

#A living soul [visage]

alwaysbewoke

UNMUTE!! UNMUTE!! UNMUTE!! UNMUTE!! UNMUTE!!

#a cheerful heart is good medicine [humor]#through Him all things were made [nature]

themonstrovs‌:

this structure was foreign to her, she didn’t know what it was called — or what anything was, beyond herself. she knew her name, and really, nothing more. one hand moved to instinctively tuck her long hair back, behind her ear, and when she heard the deeper voice, she seemed to gravitate towards it. it sounded farther way, so she carefully picked her way through the abode to find it, and coming upon the man in the room, she regarded him with a wide-eyed, confused look.

‘ where.. am i? who are you? ‘

When he had asked for a companion, he hadn’t known what to expect. Honestly this was...not what he had imagined though. He looked around and away from her for a second, as he waited for one of the angels to come by and offer some sort of explanation, or perhaps Father’s voice. He was met with silence and further confusion. Father had been quiet as of late. “Uh, you’re in Eden,” he offered after a moment and moved to set the basket of produce down on the table nearby. Adam tilted his head, curious as he looked her over. She wasn’t....well she was like him but, far different in proportions. And her hair was...well beautiful. A conversationalist he was not yet. “I’m Adam.” He reached over an offered her one of the pears he had gathered. “Are you hungry?”

#[oh lord that reminds me of a funny bird video i gotta post]#themonstrovs

themonstrovs‌:

@patervenandi — pre-flying leap lilith.

it is an odd, odd thing to wake up in a bed, having no memories beyond this exact moment. the air is warm, and smells faintly like.. flowers. but what are those, exactly? pushing up on the soft thing beneath her, she swung her legs over the edge of the bed, bare feet meeting the floor of the house, feeling the rough wood beneath. gauzy white fell around her as she stood tall, and she could feel the warm sunshine spilling in. leaving the room, fingers trailing along the wall as she walked.

‘ hello? ‘

Angels were not the greatest conversationalists, that and when one of them showed up it made his eyes sting, his head hurt, and it scared off all the wildlife. The fauna weren’t great at conversation either, but sometimes they were good company. He enjoyed watching them go about their lives, picking names for some of them. So he had asked Father for a companion; somebody to talk to...so he wasn’t so desperately alone. Eden was beautiful; the ultimate sandbox, but it was...boring by himself. He’d built what he had liked ages ago. He didn’t really have a concept of time, though one of the celestials had recommended using the bright ball in the sky as a reference point. Adam walked back inside his home within paradise, a place where the animals didn’t just wander in or around as they pleased. He nearly dropped his basket of food when he heard the voice. First of all, it wasn’t in his head. “Hello?”

#themonstrovs #v: a garden to the east #[adam first man on earth - actual parrot]

And I am serious about blog recommendations. I was absent for like a lifetime in the RPC and a lot of the ones I followed are archived. Whoops.

#out of eden [ooc]#[imma purge myself of ooc talk here in just a min I swear]

ophelica-archived

myths and monsters - demons

#in his name they will be driven out [demons]#for dust thou art and unto dust shalt thou return [aesthetic]

lifeinpoetry

Let the gods look away / as always.

Kevin Young, from “Hive” published in Poem-a-Day (via lifeinpoetry)

#be transformed by the renewing of your mind [musings]

wonderworldmotion

#through him all things were made [nature]#for dust thou art and unto dust shalt thou return [aesthetic]

seafucker

friends that sin together win together

agameofsouls

@dusttcdusk

#be transformed by the renewing of your mind [musings]#[adam needs pals]

pedrospascaled

#A living soul [visage]

Chasin skinwalkers cont [x] @facemypast

Bucky had been minding his own business, walking down the sidewalk with his earphones in just to get some fresh air. He’d been in his room the past couple of days and today was the first day he felt steady enough to go out. So of course he gets slammed into by some random guy shoving through the crowded sidewalks. Bucky stumbled, not expecting the hit, only to make a loud sound of disgust as he noticed some sort of vicious, smelly, reddish stuff on the sleeve of his leather jacket. Jaw clenched, reacting more violently than he would have before his two day slump, his hand darted out to wrap around the man’s arm and pull him to a stop.

“What the hell, man, what where you’re goin’!” he growled.

If he lost this fucker, he was going be washing two weeks worth of trackin’ down the drain. He had half a mind to grab for one of his firearms, already loaded with silver for the bastard. He didn’t know where the walkers had gone wrong, when they decided that killin’ good folk was a good way to get their jollies. When that line had finally been crossed, he’d long since forgotten. You couldn't hold onto all your memories, immortality didn’t fix that issue; it only seemed to compound it. He should have copyrighted ‘if ya don’t use it, ya lose it’. He could have made a fortune off of that. Adam quickened his pace, not sparing the effort to look beside him as he headed along. He was about to push another civilian out of the way. His focus was locked on patch of diswater blonde hair of the guy he was tracking. And then he felt a hand on him. Oh fuck no.

“Leggo of me kid,” he snapped back at the guy. He worked to wrench his arm free of the fellow, but his arm wasn’t going anywhere. Adam’s head snapped back, glaring daggers at the guy that had a fucking good hold on him. What did this guy do in his spare time? Crush walnuts with his fingers for fun? “Let. Go.”

#facemypast