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[malxshrine]

tilts her head. “hmm, curious.”

❛ surely , you have somewhere else to be ⸻ curious , if that's what you desire. ❜

[desertgourd]

“Gaara? Why do they call it ‘twerkin’’?” :’)

"I wouldn't know." To be quite honest, he is the last person to ask.

[hopeharmed]

❝ ♕ ⟶ CONTINUED for @endofall . ( mors & salvatore )

    he wants to go home . it’s far too noisy , and he’d already spoken with everyone he’d planned to for the evening —- said everything that there had needed to be said , and now . . . 

    now it'd be rude to leave before someone else did ; so salvatore had politely retreated under the guise of needing fresh air . he’d hoped to have been alone —- though he wasn’t against the idea of minding his own business either , but then he’s addressed . a polite smile adorns his face suddenly , unlike the storm cloud he wore before — and then he realises she too feels like death .

    ( fascinating , for it felt so different . )

    ❝ i’m more of a book person , ❞ he admits , ❝ i wouldn't have come if my acquaintances answered their emails , but perhaps it was a trick to get me to attend . and yourself ? ❞ salvatore slides up to the balcony beside her ; a respectable distance away , but still close enough for conversation . 

[unboundtravels]

𝐿𝑒𝑡𝑡𝑟𝑒 𝑑'𝑎𝑚𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑎̀ 𝑙𝑎 𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑡... @endofall

The walk through the snow, she thought, was the most grueling part of it all. The silent walk, ahead of everyone else... who were still collecting their things down... down below... it was rather all a blur to her, as she stumbled along the blanket of white and the fog of faded blue that stormed itself through her features, causing her coat to whip as she kept her hand against her hat. Slowly she approached the Police box out in the snow, her heart hammering in her ears as she pressed against the warm, wooden texture. The life force of the ship provided comfort to her body, which had been wearing down thinner and thinner the more she walked through the snow. She was trying to catch her breath, so physically exhausted from her walk... that she could hardly stand...

The last few hours had all melted into this black-and-white blur that she could hardly discern. She felt so fatigued, even though every cell in her body was screaming at her. It was like all the blood was rushing to her feet, causing pins and needles across her skin. She was just... tired. Fatigued. She could barely stand straight... and on occasion, her lips muttered out a quiet name, "S-Stella." Her granddaughter's name. Stella... Stella had... Well... She bit on her lip softly as she tried to remember. Why were the memories escaping her, so? Her mind was going, she could feel it. She had endured so much pain. "Rest... Rest... Y-Yes... I'm just... I'm just... wearing... wearing a bit thin." She mumbled tiredly as her hand slowly began to sink down the wooden texture of the box. The snow bites at her skin, but her blood boiling too hot to feel the cold. Fear. She was afraid. What was about to happen? She'd only... only heard about it, before. Now... now it was happening. Change. This old body of hers... wearing a bit thin. 

That was when she saw it out in the snow... her eyes widened in shocked surprise, mouth agape, closing, and opening as she struggled to find words. Her head lifted quietly before that wary shock became putrid fear. The outline in the snow brought the woman great discomfort as her hand gripped softly against the wooden texture. Someone was standing out in the snow, watching her. She couldn't make it out, couldn't tell what it was. She blinked, the words choking in her throat as she reached out... leaning against the police box. Quickly she fumbled for the key to her time ship, feeling this chill run up her side, ready to escape should something come for her. The idea that she had been currently traveling with people (which she was) totally flew through the window of her mind, as she was so fear-stricken by the figure in the snow... that she was tempted to up and leave... run far away... 

"H-Hello?! Y-You there!! Who's... Who's out there?!"

[vonerde-archive]

@endofall replied to your post “greetings and salutations fellow goddess”:

She’s wondering if that was not an acceptable form of greeting. Alas, she is dating herself. “Yes good. Now we might get to know one another in hopes of kindling a friendship.”

​"get . . . get to know each other?" the earthen divinity feels stumped; did gods always move so fast? or was she simply just slow when it comes to connecting to other people and entities? well, no one could tell. "how 'bout we first introduce ourselves before all of that, hm? my name is gaia."

[lunarscaled-08152025]

@endofall replied to your post “stares at them.”:

wonderful. you have such an intense gaze!

"... is it? I'm just looking at you."

-> Their eye color is working against them again, it seems. Making them seem more intimidating than they want to be.

[vonerde-archive]

“would you like to take a selfie with me? one of the children I read to at the library taught me how to do selfies.”

𝙪𝙣𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙢𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙙 | 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘢𝘤𝘤𝘦𝘱𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 ➥ @endofall

"a selfie?" the divinity repeats inquisitively whilst pondering over the word. "i think i've heard that word somewhere before . . . " maybe she was also just confusing it with another modern word; there seemed to be too many to count nowadays. although, it was both interesting & endearing to see that language never stopped evolving. some writers & philosophers would have probably groaned in annoyance over all of these newly coined words. the thought alone had gaia chuckle lowly; it would have been funny to see these stuck-up men growing upset over modern slang. "while i don't really know what do to take a selfie . . . i'm down to explore new things!" she chirped with excitement. "so, do i get into a certain position or . . . do i need to get something?"

[hopeharmed]

❝ ♕ ⟶ @endofall sent — "you're the prettiest thing i've ever seen." to nemmy from mors || ♡

    ❝ oh , hush , you . ❞ nemesis waves her hand , denying . but even with the denial , her smile is very much present , and if she could , perhaps her cheeks would be flushed .

    ❝ i am not worthy of your grace , dearest mors . i think you're far more deserving of the compliment , darling . ❞