#darkstart

[broughtforth-blog]

    this place was all so new to her and she wasn’t sure how to act or what to say, or even what her place was in all of this. even though nerves fluttered about in her gut, it wasn’t like zana to show such a thing. plastering one of her signature smiles onto her features her voice reached out to the nearest individual, ‘ hey you, yeah you. what does a girl have to do to get some water in this place ? ’

[frxmgrace]

“And if I told you to take it off?”

[loki-fatherofchaos-blog]

Loki lounged lazily on one of the couches, one leg hanging over the arm as he had his nose stuck in a book. Still, when eh looked up as someone walked in, he raised a brow. “Hello, hello. Come to keep me company?”

[cherncbog]

“Yeah I don’t... I don’t care.” Every intention was to cut their words short - to stop the idle pratter that just kept coming, kept assaulting unwilling ears. “Are you going to bring me the drink,” he paused, one brow arching just enough, “or not.”

[athxnca-blog]

“This isn’t an offering. It’s an insult.” Athena’s eyes took in the donation in front of her, eyebrows lifted, dubious. It wasn’t the norm, and it wasn’t as though Athena was high maintenance. She was easy enough to please; oils, incense, wine. She had her favorites of each, of course, but this? The anger in her chest was swelling. Athena knew she should walk away.

[rcmxna]

She was dead. She knew this. She was staring out at the ocean lapping the sand and Romina had to wonder... was this truly paradise? She assumed that death was just that. She’d assumed that she would drift away into obscurity, that she would never regain consciousness. Romina assumed that death was like it had been before life: no memories, nothingness. But here she was, and she had to ask... had her sacrifice been enough?

Romina’s visions, the very visions that had saved her brother from the harshest realities he would have to face, had not prepared her for this.

Her eyes fixed downward. Her heart ached. Nothing seemed right when she didn’t know if the depth of her sacrifice had been enough. Or even desired. It was all for Him, her god, the one that her quivering soul cried out to, and as far as the psychic could see, this would be an eternity without him. “Sometimes I wish my gift could extend to the gods. That I could see them.”

[frxmgrace]

“-- anxiety riddled... little bits of this squishy -”

Words cut as attention came to the person standing beside her now. A person who was not the same person she had been talking to to begin with. Both confusion and surprise flashed, replacing the confident set of lines that had been there just moments before.

“Oh.” She stared, mouth still hanging open just a touch. “You’re not who I thought you were.”

[cherncbog]

“And that’s supposed to mean something to me...?”