❝ 𝐦𝐲 𝐫𝐨𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐬 𝐇𝐔𝐍𝐆𝐑𝐘 𝐚𝐬 𝐦𝐞 ────ㅤ & 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐠𝐨𝐝 𝐚𝐬𝐤𝐬 𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄, 𝐈 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐜𝐫𝐮𝐞𝐥𝐭𝐲. 𝐈 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐧𝐨 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐫; 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐧𝐨 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧.
𝐘𝐞𝐬, 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐂𝐀𝐍 𝐁𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐕𝐈𝐎𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄
⌗ 𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐊𝐈𝐎𝐒𝐔𝐒 ⸻⸻ an independent and highly selective 𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐋 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑 served on a charger of bronze and wisteria, foxglove, and jasmine flowers. a woman blessed by 𝐌𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝐄𝐀 ; she dances endlessly through visions of painted glass, cracked and fractured, held anew and whole again ────ㅤ only to shatter beneath delicate step. 𝐆𝐔𝐈𝐅𝐀𝐍𝐆, saved by 𝐒𝐇𝐄 , not out of 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 or 𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐈𝐓𝐘 , but a hunger never satisfied. immortality ways heavy when one cannot remember where one began and where one ends; when was this bargain made? and what was the cost ────ㅤ the cost, was it 𝐇𝐔𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐓𝐘? was it 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄? ┊┊ crafted with ᴅɪꜱʜᴏɴᴏʀᴇᴅ in mind, this 𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐋 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑 arrives rich in original lore, coiled around high fantasy, steampunk, and endless glimpses into eldritch horrors, gothic horrors, and folk horror offerings. lovingly grown in the twisting roots of games like ᴛʜɪᴇꜰ, ʟɪᴇꜱ ᴏꜰ ᴘ, ᴍᴏʀɪᴍᴇɴꜱ, and ᴘᴀᴛʜ ᴛᴏ ɴᴏᴡʜᴇʀᴇ.
sworn to she, what so ever thou shalt ask of me, I will give it thee, by silver tongue'd 𝐜𝐢𝐫𝐜𝐞 [ 35+ she/they ]
ɪ ᴄᴀʀʀᴅ ɪɪ ᴠɪꜱᴜᴀʟᴏꜱɪᴛɪᴇꜱ ɪɪɪ ꜱᴏᴜɴᴅꜱᴄᴀᴘᴇ ɪᴠ ᴘʀᴏᴍᴘᴛꜱ
𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐇, 𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐀𝐈𝐃 𝐔𝐍𝐓𝐎 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐌𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑, 𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐈 𝐀𝐒𝐊? [...] falsity draped in petals of delicate jasmine, nostalgic foxglove, dreamy wisteria. 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐀𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐍 dancing the same dance ad nauseam, 𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐅𝐑𝐀𝐆𝐈𝐋𝐄 𝐆𝐎𝐃𝐒 𝐁𝐄𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐃. hands soaked in 𝐈𝐍𝐍𝐎𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐃 for love. for love, that which is and is not, which exists and cannot. existing as both death and the maiden. as the dreamer and the dream. this, a dream, which cannot be made a reality. a past unable to be cleansed of sins; too depraved to be redeemed. ⠀⠀𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐝⠀, ⠀𝐛𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐳𝐞𝐝⠀⠀𝐛𝐲 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 ⠀⠀𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 ⠀𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫⠀ 𝐇𝐔𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑
