#deiscension

[riwrite]

" can you people shut the fuck up for two seconds. "

[diivineray-archieve]

chicken quesadilla. chicken quesadilla. cheese quesadilla. cheese quesadilla. cheese quesadilla. quesarito. quesarito. quesarito. quesarito. quesarito. cantina chicken crispy taco. cantina chicken crispy taco. cheesy bean and rice burrito. cheesy bean and rice burrito. cheesy bean and rice burrito. baja blast.

" Yo no quiero Taco Bell, we're having Wendy's."

[voidfragments]

remember when sqx went stumbling into qr's territory. well wouldn't it be just so funny if that happened again.

wouldn't it just.

there's a pair of green glows glaring out at her from the darkness. spooky.

[fatepowered]

he xuan might be dead already, but i'm not a quitter. i can make him more dead.

[fhantasio]

“ i hope you find what you deserve. ” soft words, spoken too lightly for the weight they bear, her cheek nestled in the crook of her arm as she sinks from the bottom of the bottle and into balmy sleep. “ but when you do, don't forget me. ” (added my own flair to the meme. hrngh. dies.)

@deiscension meme.

      𝐇𝐄  𝐃𝐎𝐄𝐒  𝐍𝐎𝐓  𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐕𝐄  𝐇𝐄𝐑  ,  he  thinks  as  he  watches  her  sigh  ,  all  silk-white  petal  unfurling  sweet  and  loose  with  the  nectar  stench  of  who  knows  how  many  wines  .  at  first  he  only  keeps  to  his  silence  ;  austere  ,  guard-and-warding  ,  bearing  his  cold  shield  of  ice  that  forged  him  callous  and  strong  against  the  cruelty  of  others  yet  too  often  ,  perhaps  ,  turned  him  cruel  with  indifference  to  his  master's  unique  benevolence  .  the  others  had  the  tendency  to  call  her  absurd  and  perhaps  he  could  have  agreed  with  them  ,  if  only  by  the  half  for  her  frivolousness  :  it  was  still  the  very  same  that  let  her  say  things  like  this  ,  which  could  have  shaken  anyone's  world  in  its  entirety  ,  in  nothing  more  than  a  drunken  whisper  .  it  was  both  infinitely  cruel  and  kind  :  to  consider  and  measure  what  a  so - called  daemonic  bloodline  deserved .  what  it  had  gotten  .  what  he  had  once  upon  a time  wanted  .  what  he  had  ultimately  ,  irreversibly  become . 

parsifal's  eyes  tighten  ,  and  something  in  him  ---  long  dead  or  at  least  thought-killed  ,  sharply  creaks  by  some  jagged  movement  .  shi  qingxuan  falls  asleep  ;  the  room  quiets  until  even  her  echo  leaves  him  .  and  it's  then  after  a  mock - eternity  that  he  steps  o'er  the  lines  of  the  pagoda's  incense-perfumed  sandalwood  and  stays  there  ,  nothing  more  than  a  foot  away  ;  the  stretched  out  reach  of  either  of  their  hands  from  one  another  .  he  holds  his  breath  as  he  runs  his  gaze  up  and  down  the  shapes  of  her  face  ,  examining  it  .  its  soft  curls  and  curves  ;  the  rounds  of  her  flushed  cheeks  and  the  slope  of  her  nose  ,  the  soporific  serenity  of  her  lips  ,  which  had  never  feared  to  greet  him  when  wide  awake  with  delight  and  a  friendly  smile  so  unlike  the  rest  of  the  world's  shock  and  scorn  .  

forget  ,  forget  ,  forget  cries  his  heart  . 

remember  me  ,  commands  his  master  . 

he  offers  her  no  answer  in  seeking  not  to  disturb  her  sleep  save  for  the  lift  of  a  gloved  palm  --------  which  administers  the  ginger  ghost  of  a  touch  that  brushes  aside  a  stray  ,  wild  lock  of  her  hair  .  this  gently  swims  ;  glides  and  arcs  just centimeters through  the  air  to  rub  the  brushing  ridge  of  his  curled  finger  against  cheek's  warm  red  ,  'til  his  glove's  cloth  feels  scorched  and  he  takes  his  arm  away  ,  quick  as  a  child  that  had  touched  a  stove  ,  before  standing  still  again  .  it's  only  after  this  lone  ritual  that  he  tends  to  his  proper  duty  .  her  servant  lifts  her  with  the  grace  of  a  prince  from a fairy-tale ,  and  quietly  brings  her  to  bed  .  '  if  that  is  what  you  wish  ,  '  he  says  ,  hoping  that  his  voice  might  ripple  through  what  peaceful  dark  she  had  been taken away by ,  '  then  i  won't  .  let  us  hope  ,  too  ,  not  for  what  we  deserve  [  ...  ]  but  what  we  choose  to  devote  ourselves  to  .  '  he  tucks  her  in  ,  blanket  and  tough cushion  .  tries  to  make  sure  that  she  would  be  warm  as  he  blew  out  the  room's  light  .  '  --------   goodnight  ,  my  master  .  and have no fear . i  will  not  forget  to  wake  you  come  the  dawn  of  the  next  morn  , just as i always have .  '

[maddm]

“ please forgive me, i was not notified of your arrival. ”

happy to have you, shi qingxuan! ♡ @deiscension / 𝘀𝗰.

[sharpsuite]

𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗚𝗔𝗠𝗘 𝗕𝗘𝗚𝗜𝗡𝗦 . . . ( book quote starter call ) 𝗣𝗟𝗔𝗬𝗘𝗥: @deiscension ( calamity sqx )

" The ability to transform everything one experienced is a sign of true vitality. " Ann smiles over at the other despite how the rain has soaked her to the bone and left her shivering under the small, abandoned building she found tucked away at the outskirts of the city. " Or so I've heard. I agree to a certain point. It takes a lot of strength to LEARN from all experiences, both the good and bad. Especially the bad when we might be at fault. " She gestures to herself with a shivering smile. " Case in point of me not doing enough research prior, I suppose. "

[aegioagent-a]

THE DOORWAY TO THE IN-BETWEEN THEATER OPENS , and he steps out from its olympus glow into what halls that seemed to have persevered through the trials of passing time , though not without its usual effects . it's darker ; stuffier , the faint scent of rust and loitering mold not too unfamiliar beneath the aged , waning lights , his eyes squinting too at a friendly figure whose past-future , now present he had decided to pay a due visit . when @deiscension's expression contorts at his appearance , it could only be due to surprise . the reaction's become common lately after so many jumps back and forth through time , so he's forgiving . the shadows of his reflection remain the same as ever ; an agent's enthusiastic , reassuring smile . he approaches but leaves a polite distance .

you're still here ! ... you're still here ? >> " shi qingxuan ? ... it's still you , right ? "