#burmecias-protector

[ravusnightblossom]

How was your portrayal? I do this whenever I read your responses.

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ooc;  Aaaaaaaaah! What the heck, this is adorable. Thank you so much and I’m happy my piddly words get such a reaction! Thank you for being here with me after so long. ♥

[xkuja]

Randomly appears in his presence.

       yes join him for tea.

[littledemondarling-a]

Send me a ★ if you want me to write a starter to rp with you.

@burmecias-protector​ said: ★

The tiny demoness was on her way back the hotel after running a few errands. Well, more like she was trying to hurry back. She lost track of time while she was out and about, and she didn’t want to keep everyone waiting.

With her single-minded focus on making it back on time, Niffty wasn’t really paying attention to where she was going. Thus, it was no surprise when she collided into another body.

“I’m sorry!” She apologized, sheepishly looking up at the person she just bumped into. “I’m should’ve been paying more attention to where I was going.

[crispy-ghee]

burmecias-protector replied to your photoset: Predator/Mass Effect - Citadel DLC - Seen (Part 2...

WHY AM I GETTING SUCKED IN BY A CRAB FACE ALIEN?!

Look, if you’re following me, I gotta give fair warning now that this is basically my specialty and my life’s quest wrapped into a statement. I am here to force people to give a shit about the assholes that I give a shit about because I refuse to sit here alone and wallow in my own miserable juices. 

I’m here to drag you with me down into the pit. 

I’m so sorry.

[fairestfall]

@burmecias-protector​​ asked: “I heard you were a monster”

        An ancient flicker of defiance shatters the star-born’s illusion of poise and tranquility. A white brow furrows, and unblinking eyes are wide and livid. Monster. Do humans even know the meaning of the word? she thinks. They are so quick to dole out disparaging epithets on others when they are the ones polluting the earth, abusing the weak, and killing each other in droves for no other reason than personal gain. Her pursed lips tremble as she remembers having to hide behind a veil for fear of turning the people’s already wayward hearts against her while murderers and brigands proudly showed their faces in court. 

“If I am a monster, it is because the mortals have made me so,” she replies. 

[monsieur-de-paris]

🐾❤️

 Send 🐾 for my muse to say what animal yours reminds them of and why » @burmecias-protector 

❝ Oh dear Freya, what could I name, that can do you justice? You remind me of a SWAN. They are creatures of love, grace, and beauty like you, but they also symbolise divination and balance, which I associate with you as well because of your strong faith, and because you are bringing balance and hope into the world of us beings of the night. And other than that, just like a swan, white is your colour. ❞

[thecrimsonsageofgaia]

CM: Freya Crescent (from Final Fantasy IX) Dancing by Ria02716

@burmecias-protector

[hereliesbitches--me]

Rosie, just listen to me.“

Altered Carbon starters (Still accepting)

Rosie’s spinning.Her head, her thoughts an ongoing flash flood that no amount of reasoning seemed capable of stopping, now that she has reached the point of no return. Grief is a poison whose effects have leached into her very being, and now she couldn’t stop her wailing or the agony that guilt and self loathing brought about in her burning veins.

It was the habit. A terrible, terrible habit -- or more like a cycle. One that, even after a few hundred years, she couldn’t break as the string of cursed days came upon her like a black sun of omens. The Moon carried the burden of duty alongside her unnatural experience as a mortal toting explosive, deteriorating fits of emotion ; Her poison stemmed from crushing longing and low self worth that all seemed to swell and polish itself into a spearlike point, waiting for the days, in an unfailing pattern, where it shoots its way into her fragile sharded heart and shreds a gaping black hole through her wretched soul. Once the hole was torn, she’d cave right into herself. Once that point was aimed, not even the strong pillars of celestial existence could withstand the trauma that came with possessing a mind that could think and a tender heart that could feel -- her foundations would crumble, and the mighty Sphinx will drown in a sea of her own tortuous memories. 

And this was where it led to now. 

Beneath a raging sea of her own mental doing, Freya’s presence and voice are distant and disconnected from her mind, even if the woman was in the very same room. Rosie fights a losing battle against the crippling emotions, and she feels her head falling beneath the crashing waves while she claws at the surface. In the waking world, she was exploding.

Violently.

The image is akin to perhaps an inconsolable child, crossed with a savage animal confined to a cage and destroying everything in its wake to get out. Rosie’s thrashing is disconnected, animalistic by all sense of the words, as her little clawed hands tear at the world around her, in the poor little apartment she called her home.At the walls, at the chairs, at the pictures.

Even into herself. 

Her ungodly wails bled through the walls and into the night, like the burning soul in the flames of Hell, trapped within the space. Glass shattered, wood splintering with every uncontrolled throw as it made contact with the dull colored walls. Wallpaper ripped, punched holes decorated the apartment and diminished any value that the place may have once had if this woman’s volatile, self loathing induced wrath hadn’t been unleashed upon it. Any aspect of what had once been a respectable nobody living within these walls was demolished with fury like the rest of her living space. Nothing seemed to be able to stop her. Not even the strong hands of an ancient friend, not even with the help of the devil’s vampiric gifts. 

It was all just too much. 

Too much agony and anger and regret maintained within her small body, festering and rotting her from the inside out every moment she dared exist in the world where she didn’t deserve to be. It writhes and sways and now it finally comes to a boiling point bleeding into her mind to induce this maddened attempt to release it from her. 

All that can be seen in Rosie’s tear-blinded eyes was madness.

It was just.. Too much for her to bare anymore. She just wanted to cut it out of her veins. Drip it all out until she was rescued by the sweet release of temporary death. Rosie huffed and panted like a beast in her corner, the tears burning her eyes and leaving a terrible streak down her filthy, crimson splattered face. Her body remained haphazardly turned between the balcony and Freya, but her wide eyes were glued to the shrapnel of debris lying around her feet. A moment of limbo overtaken, a delicate situation takes root.. Freya a mere foot away from her, postured to leap at Rosie at any given moment , but caution taken like she was dealing with a primitive animal she was trying not to frighten. 

An eerie silence befalls the two,  all except for their uneven breathing as they gasp for air following this chaotic dance of feral lion and the lion tamer. Freya watches cautiously, while Rosie’s glazed gaze seemed to shift and suddenly fixated on a rather large glass shard lying beneath her bloodied feet. A smile slowly crept upon Rosie’s lips and, in the midst of all her rage and agony, it seemed like hope flickered within her irises. Freya slowly followed the cat’s vision.. The two moved at the same time. 

Freya dived at her with all her might, to beat the cat as her bleeding, splintered fingers wrapped around the sharp shard and drove it towards her own throat with desperate glee. Her laugh matched the intent of the deed, manic and psychotic chittering from the very back of her throat with masochistic joy that this one small deed will have put an end- even if only for a moment - to all her suffering in this episode. 

The countess’ calloused hold encased her from behind, enough that once again Rosie gave a hysterical, angry scream in protest as Freya held back Rosie’s wrist just as the tip grazed the base of her throat. The two immortals were locked in arms, Rosie drained form still putting up a ferocious battle against the Vampire’s hold as Rosie pulled in and Freya strained to push Rosie’s wrist outward.

“ Rosie, just listen to me.”  Freya’s silken voice  hissed loudly against Rosie's ear, impatience burning in the undertones as she struggled against her daughter-in-law’s suicidal attempt. 

No, Rosie was lost beneath the waves of the raging sea.. Strangled by the memories, with no way out. She couldn’t be saved.. She could bare the weight any longer than she already did. 

Slowly inside , she began fading into the black in exhaustion, sinking deeper into herself as the light of the waking world grew more and more distant. If she could sleep then it would all just be a dream.. Yet, as she fell, it was something else that rose to the surface.

In one last shrill cry, Rosie let out a blood curdling scream and fought to shove the glass into herself through her tears Then, suddenly, 

she froze and choked.

The glass slipped from her grip mechanically, jutting open as Rosie broke into a sputter of gasping and coughing, as though she had a throat full of water she was trying to clear out. The cat threw her head back against Freya’s shoulder, strength waning enough that Freya had at last successfully yanked her poor lacerated arm away from her own body, while the other arm fell shakily to her side. The madness receding back, Rosie stood wide eyed and stared at the ceiling above as she wheezed,

  “ STOP IT!” 

It seemed a strained shout. Not at Freya, but herself. 

Just as fast as it started, her tears and screeching came to an abrupt end. The static in the atmosphere that buzzed with her rage simmered steadily til the air inside was just as cool as the air outside her broken apartment windows. Any flying objects fell to the ground and joined the rest of the hazardous shrapnel and debris that covered the hardwood floor ; much like them, Rosie’s knees trembled til she fell as a limp doll in Freya’s hold. 

“ Just.. stop it already.. Jesus..”  Rosie murmured through shallow intakes of breaths. The tremors of her knees spread quickly to the rest of her wasted body, leaving her helpless in her reliance on Freya’s grasp. 

She came down like everything else around her, but something appeared distinctly off as Rosie brought up her own hands and stared at them strangely. Her own bloodied fingers trailed along the open wounds  that covered her arms , trailing along her neck.. She passed a look down at her shaking body, then gave what seemed like an exasperated sigh. Smearing her fingers across her face, it was when she looked at Freya that the problem became clear. 

The eyes that met Freya’s were empty. Not the usual hollowed shell that Rosie was with sadness -- They regarded Freya like a stranger. Indifference reflected as if everything that happened never happened at all. 

The angel looked plainly at the countess and hummed,

 “ Ya got a cigarette?”