“ toni . i didn’t think you were still around . “ // @godelecti
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“ toni . i didn’t think you were still around . “ // @godelecti
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dru: 👀
❝ nothing to see here, poppet. off you go. ❞
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“If you take his stuff now then he probably won’t notice until we leave again.”
persephone was more aware of what happened on earth than others gave her credit for. yes, she was in the underworld for much of the year-- but she kept tabs. and hearing of helen’s legacy, the goddess couldn’t help but feel her heart tug for her. to have that kind of tie to one’s name was not a reputation anyone should bear. “helen,” persephone said, her voice gentle.
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@godelecti || semi plotted thing
Oh, how she hates the emotions in which he stirs within her. The part that still desperately clings to humanity wants to despise him, yet the part of her that is corrupted and unloved by God feels a desire to be near him, to hold his attention if for only a few moments.
For the briefest of moments, a memory flashes back to the sharing of a crypt on the oceanic trip to his homeland as she stands before him and if she held it within her, she’d be blushing at the thought. There had been a pull within her to reach out to the man -- the monster -- that had taken her from her human life, that had stolen her life from her before wedding vows could be exchanged. Yet she desperately tries to ignore such a pull as she finds him within the dining hall.
“Do you light all these candles yourself or is it simple magic? I have been curious -- I fear I might drive your brides to go mad if I asked them all my questions.”
@godelecti liked this for a starter call for Anakin Skywalker (for Cal Kestis)
His path into the way of the Sith had been a bloody one. He’d destroyed lives, any that were in his way, every youngling in the temple... or almost every youngling. When he’d heard the name, it had caught his interest. Most probably would not know it as one of any importance-- after all, most Jedi had been killed, almost every one in the temple that day...
Almost.
The sound of his breathing, even in tempo, preceded him. Vader’s footfalls led him into the prisoner’s room, mask hiding a no longer recognizable face. “You’ve grown, youngling,” he commented, voice graveled, “I’m impressed you’ve managed to keep your life.” But Vader didn’t expect he’d keep it long.
godelecti replied to your post: “ Give me the children. “
go make some
“ No thank you. “
@godelecti // Tsarina Olga starter call
“papa, i’m so sorry.” voice broke while fighting back tears as she turned to her father. mr. nicholas romanov as was his new title now. somehow she couldn’t stop shaking as she attempted to process the reality that was their life now. hands wrung together at her waist as she looked to the ex-tsar. to the former father of russia. her father. swallowing hard she looked away for a moment as she managed out the words. “i...i never understood what it was you bore. we...we always discussed these things, but i never truly quite knew what it was you endured. to-to take this on without your father. i can’t imagine it.”