#devotiune

[godshadowed]

@devotiune replied to your post: “It’s almost as if leading the Order of Shadow is hard work… I’m...”:

"Your effort has not gone on unappreciated."

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“Surely it does not, else my acolytes would leave me once again. Or are you admitting that you too appreciate the efforts I make?”

[mephistcpheles]

devotiune replied to your post: oh great. dads here.

“(whips out knife) where where the fuck is he”

“ babe, beautiful, gabey. chill.”

[fairestfall]

❛ Isn’t your neck stiff? You’ve been standing exactly like that all day. ❜

        At the angel’s words, the marble statue came alive and revealed herself to be a woman. She turned her head to face him, sorrowful eyes fluttering. She idly wondered how long he had been observing her but supposed it didn’t really matter. Creatures like them had all the time in the world. 

“A stiff neck is the least of my troubles,” she said. “Besides, it is worth it if I can observe this.” She gestured with a hand to the thick pines and the small animals that bustled, unperturbed by the large bipedal visitors. “Animals have never feared me but there are days when I love to just stand still and watch them go about their short little lives. It’s... calming. It keeps the memories at bay.” 

[seaburied-a]

devotiune

  devotiune            Crawls...

honestly? gabe would like that.

the silence of the ocean is a good thing

[seaburied-a]

devotiune

            Crawls out of the ocean, fingers...

pushes him back in.

drags him along for the wild ride.

[narcisisto]

“I’ll beat thee, but I️ would infect my hands.”

          DRAVEN LAUGHS . — It’s a boisterous and almost infuriating sound, and the fact that he had the incentive to add the back of his hand to his forehead in dramatic flair spoke volumes of his identity ( at least on the surface ). The executioner has an axe practically buried into the ground beside him, and he’s leaning on it, balancing just enough so he could do so. Of all the angels that appeared to him, GABRIEL had to be one of his favorites. He looked like such a delicate thing, something people like DRAVEN could just eat up, and yet the angel had such fight to him. It was delicious.

          “ What are you worried about your hands for? You’d better start worrying about the structure of your face if you intend to tangle with DRAVEN ! — ‘Cause I’m not going to go easy on you, and I NEVER LOSE . ”

[frozen-warmonger]

“Thou hast no more brain than I️ have in mine elbows.”

“Really? A being with over a thousand years of experience in the cosmos? You hardly wound me. I have less than three decades of this life.”

[fairestfall]

“The tartness of his face sours ripe grapes.”

        The former queen had been stalking the halls of her childhood home after all the tourists had left. She knew not why she decided to keep coming back. Those weathered stone walls could talk for ages about the death and pain they had witnessed. And yet, she supposed there had been life, too. The shuffling of tiny feet. Laughter. The twangs produced by unexperienced hands on the lyre. Her children were the first, and last, humans she had ever truly loved. 

She paused in front of a restored portrait of her past life. It was a present from her parents-in-law. It surprised Snow how normal they made her look. She was still pale, but not ghostly. Her lips were still red, but not vampiric. They even managed to morph her countenance into one that displayed sincere happiness, even though she distinctly remembered feeling anything but on her wedding day. 

Her husband, however, looked entirely too stern. The painter changed his appearance, as well. In reality, he had walked about with a smug smirk, triumphing in claiming her as his own. 

Her hands instinctively rose to pull her hood over her face once a voice interrupted her thoughts. However, when she caught sight of the stranger in her peripheral vision, she relaxed. She feared humans more than angels. 

“Yes, and my stomach, too. It was a mistake binding myself to him, but I was still a naïve child then. I thought that if I sacrificed all for the good of my people then they might come to love me.” A wry smile. “As it turns out, that tart face gained their affections more easily than I ever could.”

A silent sigh escaped her parted lips. “Tell me your thoughts, Gabriel. Is it better to be feared or loved? I still haven’t found the answer.”