#celestealis

[desertmind]

( @celestealis )

“can you stop lying to me about everything?

[honeyglaze-a-blog]

‘  NOW DON’T YOU SMELL...―  ’     DELICIOUS.    gaze trail along the tender curve of her cheek, lowering further to the pulsating vein on her neck. curious. eyes lift, darting up towards the mysterious woman, the sour thumb of the crowd.    ‘  different.  ’   

❛  ◞   STARTER CALL , PAMELA  /   ↺ @celestealis , AMALTHEA

[fairsts-a]

* 𝙲𝙴𝙻𝙴𝚂𝚃𝙴𝙰𝙻𝙸𝚂 !

‘   now, now.   ’   soft rasp delivers her words flatly, the fear lingering beneath them nearly imperceptible. there was a guttural, so horribly human felling that sat just behind her rib cage as she looked at him, but her years of trained indifference shine in moments like these.   ‘   as much as i love trouble, i am certainly not looking for any today.   ’   \   @celestealis for grendel .

[coldcriminal]

celestealis replied to your post: everyone asking the fries on how to pronounce...

fries???? like freeze????

lOUD SIGHING FROM NORA && VICTOR

[oddyssea]

@celestealis––––STARTER CALL! ( accepting ! )

“Hm.”

HIS STARE is piercing ( it was characteristic of a wise hunter; godhood did that to him ). He studies the man intently, hands folded in front of his lips, expectantly as though he’s awaiting some form of WORD that he figures is going to serve to test his PATIENCE.

“You are perhaps clever, but clever hunter is what I am–––and I can assure you I am equally tenacious.”

He won’t be cheated & he won’t be outwitted regardless of the circumstances at hand. IF there was one thing being a mortal had taught him, it’s how to bloodhound sniff a con when he saw one.

[altarsburning]

@celestealis — for abdiel, because, idk, i wanted to write with heavenly creatures, and you write them so well.

‘ tell me something, servant of god, where do i fall in the hierarchy of things? am i as damned as the morningstar, or is there something redeemable in me? ‘ she sat on the back of the church pew, in the sanctuary of that sacred, holy space, looking up at the statue of the virgin, who was glowing from the light of so many candles. 

[withinycu-arch]

@celestealis has awoken a queen {for amalthea}

   She was learning. Slowly and carefully Akasha was gripping hold of this new world- her plans for it becoming firmer and clearer. But not so much that she could set them in motion. 

   “And the price?” She asked briefly touching the stone with her fingertips. It was worn in places and cracked. How strange that she remembered it when it was new. Nostalgia could be a powerful force even with or perhaps especially for a vampire. 

[touchedbyadevil-blog]

@celestealis liked for a starter!

Chloe Decker did not go to church.

She had never gone to church, except on rare occasions. Weddings, baptisms. Her father’s FUNERAL. Yet here she was, insignificant under monoliths of stone and glass, the vision of a Devil seared into her memory.

Ever since the incident with Pierce she’d been haunted. In part by the betrayal--here was a man she’d thought she’d loved, and that same man had tried to murder her. But more pressing was the vision of Lucifer afterward, surrounded by carnage, his handsome face turned to charred flesh and burning eyes.

She was a woman of reason, so she’d convinced herself it was a stress-induced hallucination. But it was too real in her mind, too CHILLING--and night after night she was finding it harder to sleep. 

                                          So, where did someone go to escape the Devil?

She wasn’t sure exactly how long she’d been there. It was late, the pews were nearly empty--but among the scattered souls was one just within earshot. She angled herself in his direction, keeping her eyes down, asking a question that was less than rhetorical----

          “Do you believe in the DEVIL?”