#heuah

[mkivps]

slams back 4 pain meds, ,

, for sni pr

[starpotentia1]

❛ every transgression must serve as a lesson , ❜

NOW PLAYING ... SHOW ME REDEMPTION, ft. @heuah

" and that's your job? teach us lowly sinners a lesson? " she's not really looking for any kind of explanation from lute, well aware she wouldn't get one if she was; certainly not one she's going to like. " newsflash, we're already in hell. " including you, she doesn't say. " killing for sport doesn't make you better than us just because you get to go back to heaven when you're done. " pause. just long enough to make her point. " well, i guess not all of you. "

[oilpaintedstxrs]

“You smell of death and roses.” / for Bri! [Lute disapproves of the roses smell... A soldier should only smell of death!]

⚔️⚔️ @heuah | 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐊 𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄/ 𝐆𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐂 𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄 & 𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐌𝐈𝐄𝐒 𝐓𝐎 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒

Brienne always feels more exposed whenever she takes off the eye mask—but it’s better to wash it than let it accrue the filth of an Extermination. Not long after the initial blinding, when it had still been healing, she’d gotten one more eye infection than she’d wanted—or needed, has she gotten help outside the exorcist complex. So. She’s washing it.

Not having it gives her more vision—more shadows at least. Shapes that coalesce into nothing save squiggles of lighter and darker that could just as easily be her imagination. Still, she figures she knows where Lute’s head is, even if it’s half guess. The trade off is it strains her eyes, and the headache is rarely worth it, as her mind tries to fill in what it no longer has access to.

She’s been told that looking at people without the eye mask with the ennering accuracy she sometimes possesses is more unnerving than staring to the side, or not looking at them at all.

”Take it up with the sinners,” she says. “I don’t know what they were thinking, but I swear I was doused in perfume.” Beyond the sickly stench of it that permeated the streets she attacked. “Not exactly an effective tactic, but I have to respect the originality,”

She feels along the edge of the mask, trying to feel for any blood left on it. “Is this what they smell like—roses, I mean?” It’s not like here, there’s ever been a chance to smell them. They’re pretty or so she’s been told. “I knew floral, not much else,”

[oilpaintedstxrs]

LIFT! [ for Aelith, ]

🪽🪽 @heuah | Send “lift!” to pick up my muse.

Anael feels the moment her feet leave the ground not of her own power. One hand goes for the hilt at her waist, and the other holds onto the shoulders of the-lieutenant-? Her thoughts are derailed at that, the normal muscle memory of breaking holds fleeing.

Her tongue darts out to wet her lips when the words die in her throat. Confusion only the chief emotion among a plethora of them. "Lieutenant, I don't... think this is a typical method of training,"

[killvsmaim]

roxy/mom lalonde voice more like marina and the fucking diamonds

come on and slam welcome to the jam

[eternityssunrise]

He pulled me in close and stared deeply into my eyes. I whispered, "You're hot hot like a tater tot"

[masterlalna]

hnnggg i don't wanna do this anymore //flails

[kynneatsyou]