#chth0nia

[estarion]

　　　crazy how unoccupied his lap is rn

[artisanals]

@chth0nia : 🔮

❛ oh , ❜ he exhaled. it was a gentle, soft thing, the haze of color around her. ❛ it's like honey, ❜ he began, unable to stop the way his eyes from darting every which way, eager to take in the depth of shades. ❛ almost like whiskey, in some spots, ❜ he let his gaze rake the lovely shades around her. ❛ almost like —- like when you go to a creek and the sunlight hits the water just right. shimmering. ❜ ( you catch the way it drew your attention so wholly. ) kieran cleared his throat for a moment and straightened. ❛ yeah, it's... very pretty. ❜

[angcltouched]

the gardens were unusually quiet, not because the flowers had ceased blooming, that would have been impossible in the presence of either aphrodite or demeter's bloodline. but because the evening itself seemed burdened by something heavier than silence. aphrodite sat beside a marble fountain, fingers trailing lazily through the water as roses climbed the stone behind her in impossible abundace. wherever she lingered, beauty followed, it always had.

tonight, however, beauty felt strangely hollow. perhaps that was why she had agreed to this meeting. or perhaps she simply could not ignore the irony. andromeda, daughter of demeter, seeking the favor of the goddess of love. a woman abandoned by happiness coming to bargain for more of it. her violet gaze lifted as andromeda approached. for several moments aphrodite said nothing, she simply watched. there was grief in the girl, not the fresh kind of grief, not the kind that bled openly. this grief had settled into her bones.

aphrodite recognized it immediately. after all, she carried enough of her own. ❝ you know, ❞ she finally spoke, her voice soft enough to blend with the fountain's gentle murmur. ❝ most people come to me before they lose everything. ❞ the goddess lowered her gaze to the water once more. ❝ they pray for affection, for devotion and happy endings. ❞ a faint smile touched her lips, it was not a particularly happy one. ❝ you came after. ❞

only then did she look directly at andromeda. the weight of divine attention settled between them. not cruel, nor kind. simply impossible to avoid. her head tilted slightly. ❝ tell me, little blossom ... ❞ the nickname should have sounded affectionate, instead it felt almost dangerous. ❝ why do you still seek my blessing ? ❞

@chth0nia ♡ for something from aphrodite to andromeda.

[diviningtime]

@chth0nia

She hadn't Seen it at first. Whether that was a failure on her part or just the girl's very nature making it difficult even for the Sight to sense without further inspection, Lilia didn't know. What she did know was that while that fire had been burning around them, she had finally Seen it.

It seemed their spell hadn't summoned a replacement green witch after all, not technically anyway.

Leaving the others gathered around the dying campfire, each of them slowly falling asleep, Lilia had gestured for Andromeda to follow her to a more private part of The Road.

"When we did the spell to summon a Green Witch, I was shocked by how quickly it worked," Lilia admitted. None of them had been honing their craft lately, and true witchcraft usually took time even with the most practised and skilled witches. "And I was even more shocked that you came out of the actual ground." No where in the spell had it said that was going to happen.

"But now I know why. It's not witch energy I Saw in you, it's celestial. You're a demigoddess."

[nota1one]

@chth0nia : " you never called . " random three word prompts .

you  never  called .       he  didn't .   he  wanted  to ,    but  he  didn't .    there  were  too  many  reasons  why  he  hadn't  responded  to  her  missed  call ,    all  were  fragments  of  excuses ,    broken  sentences  with  genuine  claims  for  his  negligence  that  he  dare  not  mull  over  lest  he  come  to  conclusion  that  they  were  all  ridiculous .   and  they  were ,    but  nothing  could  convince  him  otherwise .

" m'sorry  .  .  . "        defeated  before  he's  even  begun .        " i  .  .  .    i  don't  know  what  you  want  me  to  say . "        he  can't  look  at  her ,    and  makes  a  haphazard  shrug  of  his  shoulders  that  rocks  his  entire  body .       " i  just ,    i  dunno  .  .  .     i  know  i'm  welcome  but - "         he  has  to  tell  her ,    even  if  the  words  sounded  stupid  on  the  precipice  of  articulation .     it  has  the  brief  glimpse  he  throws  to  her  feel  like  a  burn  he  could  have  easily  avoided ,         " i  just  felt  overwhelming ,   y'know ?    you're  too  nice  to  me  to  just  tell  me  to  fuck  off . "        

[gospul]

❘ ❘ ❘ ⁺‧˚ 𓂃 ཐ @chth0nia ⁽ 𝓐ndromeda ₎ ཋ -> 🦇 ˚₊‧ ⁽ 𝓠. ⁾ stay with me tonight.

𝓒ECILY STILLS.      unmoving,      but   for   the   well - trained   breaths   lungs shallowly draw.      even   under   DURESS,      one   mustn't   give   away   their   true nature      —      yet   andromeda   knows   hers   all   too   well.         (   –   too well   to   be   looking   upon   you   in   that   manner      [ ... ]      this   precious   daughter   of   the   earth   gazes   at   you   with   more   yearning   than   you   deserve.   )      even   tangled   nude   among   olive   sheets,      cecily   had   felt   less   vulnerable,      yet   no   less   prone   to   this   sweet coercion   of   annie's.      does   she   know   what   power   those   sleepy   pearls   hold,      to   KEEP   cecily   here   even   a   moment   longer than intended?      covers   slip   over   bare,      pale   skin   as   she   shifts,      angling   towards   andromeda   with   a   certain   softness   upon   her   features.        ❛ ❛ okay, miláček. ❜ ❜         she   concedes,      her   tone   a   tender   murmur.      the   subtle smile   that   DANCES   over   lips   is   endeared,      almost   shy.        ❛ ❛ — only   if   you   promise   that   benny   can't   open   the   door. ❜ ❜

[unhalloweds]

an owl delivered @chth0nia;

🎁 for gale !

“I feel a silence underneath.” 

His body, he meant. Where there was always a persistent, natural hum; a nature of the Weave that coursed with an effortless drive through his veins, now silenced under the weight of the orb. Of his mistakes. “In these valleys of blood, these rivers of rust.” But it wasn’t just that, it was tainted– more than what an organic production of animalistic iron produced, the typical essence that resided in one’s form. The wizard's was intoxicated with the saturation of Netherese decay. He felt cold the further it progressed– the further it consumed him. It was an unsettling quiet, one that someone like himself could never get acquainted properly with.

[tewwor-is-moving]

interaction call ( accepting ) — @chth0nia >> annie & cruor & the unnamed

He can't look at it.

No matter how hard Cruor tries, no matter how much he tries to fortify the steel of his spine, it's impossible. The slightest glance in it's direction frays his nerves. Blurs the very edge of that blessed curse The Marked retain as true sight to a nauseating degree.

Cruor can't look at the third entity in this conversation, yet he still tries. Even as his stomach plummets and every single strand of hair stands at end. He chances a nod in the other's direction, albeit with eyes closed but still with a weak smile present. He can still feel that gaze pierce through him like this.

"S.... o, who's your, uh..." Face angled towards Annie's way, he blinks his eyes open again. Hopes it's not too obvious just how unsettled he is by this ... stranger's presence. "Um, friend?"