#eternalstart

[lifeisdeceiving]

I Don't Relax || Open

Deception was back at the palace for whatever reason, and really it should be a sort of vacation for her. She wasn't working like she was on earth, but she hated staying still. She had to be doing something. So she was in the war room, sharpening her skills. She was practicing knife throwing when she heard someone come into the room and chose to ignore them. If it was important, they'd speak up.

[daughterofdestroyer-blog]

Party All Night // Open

Evie stepped foot in the palace's party room dressed in a slick, black flapper costume. She wouldn't have missed this party for the world. All the best things happened at palace parties and the chance that some mischief would be going around was high. Yes. This was most definitely her type of party.

[lifeisdeceiving]

Booored // open

Deception was bored. She had just returned to the palace from her time on earth and she needed entertainment. Yes, the humans had been fun, but no one partied like the gods partied and gods were way more fun to fuck with. In both senses of the word. Idly, she wondered if any of her friends of her sister were back in town and began to wander through the palace looking for any source of fun.

[daughterofdestroyer-blog]

New Start // Open

Evie awoke on a grassy hill somewhere on the palace grounds. She had been doing some afternoon training, but the day had been so nice and the breeze was just right, that she had eneded up splaying out in the sun and falling asleep. She stretched and stood. She ought to be heading back to the palace, it was getting late, and she deserved to do a little playing after all that work. Grabbing her shoes from where she'd left them, she began making her way back to the palace.

[forgivenessdivine]

Forgive Me Father...

for I have sinned." A phrase that he was used to hearing, and a phrase that he loved to hear more than almost anything else. He cherished those words because above all else he longed to and adored forgiving others. It was a beautiful thing that made him more than happy; it made him elated to his very core.

Stepping into the confessions box he sat and waited. Waited for those lost and damaged souls to find their ways to him so that he could give them what they desired most: Forgiveness.

[loving-war]

Nope!

War woke up and groaned and sighed. "This can't be happening. This isn't right." He stretched from his place on the couch in the bar and stood up before going to get a scotch. "This can't be happening. For the first time in my life I want to keep the peace."

[themysteriousway]

Is it good the be home? | Mystery & ? | Open/ self para

Mystery needed a walk, like always when things sped up in a way that it made her head spin. She always had been restless in nature, but when things went downhill, especially at the palace, she just felt like there was no place to rest. And until she would not have found a spot where she could merge into a shadow and find some peace, she would keep pacing around.

Vengeance had killed Destroyer, her own father, and made Order king. Apart from that this seemed quite impossible, as she just was a Goddess of a lower rank, the idea of Order having the reigns even for a short period, made her skin crawl. Never would she admit that this guy was probably the right one when it came to sort things out and put everyone back into their spot, but then it was Order, who had no idea that fun was necessary, that allowing nature and characters to unfold was necessary as well. Needless to say that his son was Empathy.

Mystery kept walking soundlessly, wearing a black jeans, a blackish-green shirt and a leather jacket. This was her, at least in this very moment. A deep sigh escaped her body and she kept wondering: "Is it good to be home?"

[loving-war]

Dancing With Myself ll War & Open.

War had wondered around his flat high as a kite. He hadn't really been sane since he'd well...lost it. His son was there. He'd killed his sister. What was he even doing anymore? Oh look! A spoon!

He had been like that for a few days. Hours? Was it weeks? He shook his head but didn't care. Wandering down the call he felt...hot all of a sudden. He managed to strip off his shirt but couldn't get his pants off. "What are these blasted things?! Why are they glued onto me!?"