soulless

Some nights are made for torture, or reflection, or the savoring of loneliness. independent and selective DEVON MCCORMICK featuring original lore by king

[solishealer]

         𝐒𝐎𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐑    ;      a private, independent, and highly selective roleplay blog for an original character 𝐃𝐄𝐕𝐎𝐍 𝐌𝐂𝐂𝐎𝐑𝐌𝐈𝐂𝐊.  written by ace.  affiliated with @rivenfate​ and associated lore created by king. extremely low activity and entirely plot-based.  

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[solishealer]

teeny tiny starter call. or reverse meme call. we’ll see how my brain feels when i get to these over the weekend. 

[solishealer]

@rivenfate​ said ❛ don’t shut me out like this. ❜

           The blonde whirled around, fury written plainly across their face. “Shut you out? I’m not shutting you out, Codie. You’re the one running around with the rat behind my back,” they spit out. “After everything she’s done, everything she put you through, you just take her back like she did nothing wrong, and she’s going to hurt you again. And I’ll be the one left to pick up the pieces again.” Their chest was heaving with the exertion and they hated that this clearly still affected them more than they wanted it to. They wanted to be rid of Murphy Reed and the hold they still had over their best friend. “Is she really worth all of this?”

[deathconjurer]

                                                    … ʜᴀᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ʙᴇᴇɴ ᴄᴜʀsᴇᴅ? /  ©

Original necromancer witch  -  ( affiliated) Loved & created by Caro

[deathconjurer]

     She rolled her eyes, her hand automatically reaching onto the sleeve of the sweater to scratch again under the fabric, fingers frantically pulling at the fabric to keep it as far away from her skin as it was physically possible while wearing it. A frown on her face, and she looked at the other hotly.  “ i just don’t understand why I have to wear this ugly thing… i know we’re like… on the run or whatever, but i don’t see rat-bitch wearing ridiculous clothes.”  but even as she said it, she knew why a change of outfit might be convenient, jordan just… wasn’t really fond of the idea.  “ or you, for that matter —can’t i just change into my jackets ? please ?.”

“I know it itches, but you have to stop messing with it.” @solishealer​

[solishealer]

        “I know babe,” she murmurs, pulling Jordan in close to give her a hug, in hopes that might stop the discomfort. Obviously it wouldn’t last, but she hates seeing Jordan like this. Face clear of makeup, wearing a light blue patterned sweater and jeans, making her look completely different. It didn’t feel right, because it wasn’t the Jordan that made her heart flip. Maybe Codie teased her about having a smudge of black lipstick left on her skin but Devon loved that. Seeing her girlfriend like this.. was like seeing a shadow of who Jordan usually was. “I wish you could, but here, how about we trade, okay? You can take my hoodie, and I’ll wear that sweater. You’ll just need to roll up the sleeves a bit,” she says with a fond, cheeky smile.

[solishealer]

Devon is in for such a surprise when she realizes her magic is not just defensive but she can also use Oteia’s blessing to buff her friends. Blessed and radiant weapons anyone?

[theirgold]

@solishealer​ gets a feelsy starter?

Finding her is something as simple as appearing next to the witch, without a sound. “Devon McCormick. You and I must talk.” Green eyes seem to look through her, seeing past her into everything else, yet still taking in every moment in present around them too. The smallest changes in the other’s expression, waiting for the other to react. “You took something from Me.”

[solishealer]

          “Fucking holy shit!” she yelps as a voice interrupts her studying. She had been taking advantage of a quiet empty classroom for the hour before her next class and she sure as shit didn’t hear someone open the door. “Who the fuck are you?” she spits, slamming her biology textbook shut and holding it in case she needed to swing. “I have no idea who the fuck you are so if you don’t mind, I’m kind of busy.”

[deathconjurer]

     “ that doesn’t look like a scratch devon.”   concern was dripping from her voice, her hand circling around devon’s wrist in a death like grip as she looked up at the other before letting her eyes fall back on the gash on the girl’s arm.   “ why are you being so stubborn about it ? just let me clean it up for you, and then you can go back to complaining about my dramatic ass.”

“You’re making a big deal out of nothing, it’s just a scratch.” @solishealer​

[solishealer]

           “It’s fine,” Devon muttered, red blooming on her cheeks at getting caught red-handed. It was hard to practice her powers with a roommate that was a giant curious puppy, so she had tried to take advantage of the quiet. The cut had been deeper than she had intended, distracted instead by a phone call from home, and she was sweating from the pain and exertion it took to try and heal it. When Jordan had walked in, there was no way to hide it. “I--” Their protest died on their lips, and Devon fell silent. “I have a first aid kit somewhere around here.” She pauses. “It’s not what it looks like.”

[solishealer]

Devon keeps the full extent of her powers entirely under wraps. While a few people who are close to her may be aware that she has been granted Oteia’s blessing, she hasn’t shared that she is able to mend bone and knit flesh back together with anyone. Personally, she thinks there is no point in telling someone that she can heal them when she would only be inflicting horrific pain in the same breath. There is also a deep element of shame to it, believing that they are somehow corrupted or cursed. 

Although she hides this important part of herself, that doesn’t mean she has given up completely. When given a quiet opportunity, Devon will practice her healing on herself, usually via shallow cuts on her arms and legs. She also explores other types of healing / protective magic such as runes, wards, potions, and defensive shields.

What Devon will eventually come to realize is that the pain they experience while healing is directly correlated with their emotional attachment to / feelings for the subject. Because she holds herself to an impossibly high standard, the shame and perfectionism coalesce into the pain she feels when she heals herself. But if she tries to heal someone she truly cares about, then there would be much less pain with the healing. The healing will not be completely painless until Devon accepts Oteia into her life. 

Oteia is the goddess of sunlight and reason. Her blessing is at its most powerful when the blessed person fully accepts her as their patron. While not all people blessed by Oteia follow her tenets, Devon’s active rejection of the goddess is why she struggles so much with her powers. In Devon’s experience, gods are jealous creatures, demanding absolute devotion lest humans face their wrath, and she never wanted that for herself. In many ways, Devon fears Oteia (and also herself) because they believe the goddess did not grant them the power out of the goodness of her heart, but because she expects Devon to give her something in return. She keeps waiting for the other shoe to drop, as it always has before.

[rivenfate]

@solishealer​ / liked for a starter

    “You’ve gotta stop looking at me like that after I finish one of these ritual thingies. Look - I don’t even have a hell rash!” She holds her arms out proudly and grins, widely, showing that her arms are free of the ‘so-called’ hell rash. However, the skin does look a lot grayer than it had before, not that Codie noticed.

[solishealer]

           “Yeah none of that matters when you also look like one of those zombies that Jordan wakes up,” she grumbles, gently crowding Codie and pushing her towards her bed so she can sit. “Lay here, do not move. I’m going to get you some soup and water.” She moves to the door and stops once to point her finger at Codie. “Stay.”

[nightprompts]

&. 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭𝐲 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬.

(  we  love  angst  on  this  blog,  what  can  we  say.  here’s  some  more  dialogue  prompts  for  you.  a  warning  for  potentially  triggering  themes  below.  )

❛ everything you touch, you ruin. ❜

❛ the only one who gets to kill you, is me. ❜

❛ you can’t make me disappear. ❜

❛ memories are only there to make you bleed. ❜

❛ i don’t need your permission. ❜

❛ don’t shut me out like this. ❜

❛ the less you know, the better. ❜

❛ i won’t stop killing until you kill me. ❜

❛ why is it whenever we see each other, you’re covered in blood? ❜

❛ you think i felt something for you? you’ve forgotten what i am. ❜

❛ the last time we talked, didn’t you say you wanted to kill me? ❜

❛ i felt something loosen in me that shouldn’t have been loosened. ❜

❛ pull yourself together. we have work to do. ❜

❛ stay back, i have a demon inside of me. ❜

❛ let me get closer, i have a hell inside of me where your demon can live. ❜

❛ people like that don’t deserve to live. ❜

❛ just do what you’re told. like you always do. ❜

❛ why do you have to make everyone hate you? ❜

❛ it’s better that you don’t get involved. ❜

❛ i’d do anything to make you stay. ❜

❛ who cares if it bleeds. ❜

❛ is this what you think love is? ❜

❛ just breathe through it. it gets easier. ❜

❛ don’t pretend that you cared about me. ❜

❛ i’m starting to think you like wasting my time. ❜

❛ we wouldn’t be alive if it weren’t for me. ❜

❛ i will never, ever, give you a moment’s peace. ❜

❛ the world doesn’t hate us. but it doesn’t love us either. ❜

❛ it hurts that you still can’t trust me after all this time. ❜

❛ a darkness with voices is better than a silent void. ❜

❛ it’s safer to be feared, than loved. ❜

❛ am i not good enough for you? ❜

❛ a burnt child loves the fire. ❜

❛ i’m tired of dying. ❜

❛ what if you hurt because it feels good? ❜

❛ don’t try to fix me, i’m not broken. ❜

❛ if you want me to die, you can just say so. ❜

❛ you don’t have to be afraid of who you are. ❜

❛ that line disappears once you cross it. ❜

❛ how can i believe you after all you’ve done? ❜

❛ i won’t let you forget about me. ❜

❛ the person you once knew me as, died. ❜

❛ are you going to leave me again? ❜

❛ i have nothing i could offer you. ❜

❛ no one is going to save you. no one can. ❜

❛ maybe you’re / i’m already dead. ❜ 

❛ you have blood on your hands. ❜

❛ what, can’t take a punch? ❜

❛ i’m your mind giving you someone to talk to. ❜

❛ you have to step out of this darkness and let them see you for who you are, like i have. ❜

[solishealer]

a wound is the place where the light enters you / ©

private, independent, and highly selective roleplay blog for an original character 𝐃𝐄𝐕𝐎𝐍 𝐌𝐂𝐂𝐎𝐑𝐌𝐈𝐂𝐊.  written by ace.  affiliated with the world of auris, created by @rivenfate