RENAISSANCE.

priv. shahrazād of magi / low activity.

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things are hectic on my end, adjusting to new schedules and whatnot. will try to do replies throughout the week. thank u for your patience 

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automatizm‌ !

  *  𝚁𝙴𝙽𝙰𝚂𝙲𝙴𝙽𝚃𝙸𝙰𝙴   /   𝙳𝚁𝙰𝙽𝙺 𝙾𝙵 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝚅𝙾𝙸𝙳, 𝙸𝚃 𝚃𝙰𝚂𝚃𝙴𝙳 𝙻𝙸𝙺𝙴 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝚂𝙴𝙰.

        𝚃𝙾     𝙸𝙽𝚂𝚃𝙸𝙻𝙻     𝙵𝙴𝙰𝚁.     Among legions of gold and black, there upon a mountain of love, desire, and enjoyment stood a figure of a slim but tall woman. Venturing into the unknown, she peered towards the stranger and let her lips part so that crimson would seep through rosey lips.   ‘    𝐓𝐄𝐋𝐋 𝐌𝐄, 𝐔𝐍𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖𝐍.  Have you come to claim me?    ’

              𝚃𝙷𝙴     𝚂𝚄𝙽     𝙸𝚂     𝚆𝙰𝚁𝙼 ,  spilling gold down the broken marble steps.  She lays there for a while now  ;  who but Sol knows how long.  She ought not to make it a habit to doze outside but she can hear the creaking of this body.   “   I  only  take  what  you  give.   I  only  take  what  you  do  not  deserve.  ”  After sitting up ,  her hands smooth out her dress.  “   Shall  I  claim  your  company  since  you’ve  come.   If  you  bring  me  news  from  outside ,  then  I  will  certainly  claim  that  too  .  .  .  .  Ah ,  but  if  it  is  of  death ,  I’ve  heard  that  plenty ,   ” says Shahrazād softly.  She laughs a little, though it hurts her bones.  “   Spare  me  something  comical.   ”

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gewahlter‌  !

                    “   ＴＨＥＲＥ  ＡＲＥ  ＯＴＨＥＲＳ ，  ＹＯＵ  ＫＮＯＷ  ．  “   of  course  not  ,  he  does  not  say  .  no  ,  madam  ,  for  this  brief  moment  ,  for  this  prolonged  hell  which  i  am  yet  unaware  of  ,  i  am  simply  a  loyal  dog  of  a  special  breed  .  he  is  solemnly  coy  ,  leaning  against  a  nearby  wall  all  too  leisurely  .   “   i’m  not  the  only  one  of  my  rank  .   “

              “   𝚈𝙾𝚄     𝙰𝚁𝙴     𝚃𝙷𝙴     𝙾𝙽𝙴     𝙸     𝙲𝙾𝙼𝙼𝙰𝙽𝙳𝙴𝙳.   ”  Her skin - crawling voice ;  she’s not a mother but she knows this voice, uses it to snap the other children into place when they think themselves greater than the soils of the empire from whence they were birthed. “   Not  ‘ others ’.   ”  She rises now.  Marching down, her dainty sandals and golden wand dragging across the marble floor.  “   Shall  we  go  together,  hand  in  hand,  so  you  may  finally  do  as  you  ought ?   ”

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               “   𝚈𝙾𝚄’𝚅𝙴     𝙶𝙾𝚃𝚃𝙴𝙽     𝚃𝙷𝙸𝙽  .  .  .   ”   A whiff of a jest.  The ones that knew her when she was near a child are naught but dust.  It surprised her to see him again  ---  or whatever that body was.  She tilts her head like a bird, pained and curious.  “   Do  you  not  remember  me ?   Or  is  it  that  you’ve  come  to  me  as  Thanatos ,  wearing  all  that  red  instead  of  your  old  skin ?   ”  The magi sniffs the bloody scent that follows.  “   I  mind  it  not.   I’ll  always  come  back.   ”

       @revenone​

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me @ you 6 people who actually followed back this weeb ass blog: 

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              “  𝙰       𝙵𝙸𝙶   for  whatever  creature  raised  you.   Vapid  child  .  .  .  !   ”  She does not rise from her gilded chair.  Her palm presses against her temple ,  displeasure rolling off her as the fog from the seas.  “   Will  you  raise  your  sword  against  me  for  scolding  when  you  were  too  dull  and  lazy  to  raise  it  before  the  man  you  were  meant  to  reap ?   ”

      @gewahlter​

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              “   𝙸𝚃      𝚆𝙰𝚂      𝙱𝚄𝚃      𝙰      𝙳𝚁𝙴𝙰𝙼 .   ”  The boy smells of her death.  She smiles, soft as a bell’s chime, for how funny it is to be strangled.  Her anger is short-lived.  The body had been chopped up into pieces and fed to the gardens already.  No need to revenge for every little mess.  “   Look  how  alive  I  am  -------   look  closely ,  dear  boy.   ”  Her dainty fingers slide through his hair, not to dig into the scalp, not to cut it off.  Then, she pets him like a stupid pup.  “   Terrible  deeds  ought  to  stay  in  terrible  dreams ,  nay ?   ” 

      @naireach​

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