#huntressoffae

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Sting was a frequent visitor of hers, someone she had come to know well over the many years they had known each other. His sister, however, was a woman she was not as familiar with, and that was something Hisui was determined to change.

Even if said woman wasn't quite as approachable as her extroverted brother, she would give it her best shot.

    “ Good morning, Dioreann, ” A basket of woodland flowers hung at her elbow, long white dress catching on the crisp breeze as she approached, smiling softly.  “ I haven't seen you in quite a while. Are you well? ”

[fidelii]

❛ ---do  you  understand why some of us are  so touchy  when it comes to their names? ❜ meaning: do you get why silver is this insistent on being called deinos these days? /// @huntressoffae

[coeurspire]

❝ i’ll have to leave that up to you. ❞

❥ // accepting

“ that is a dangerous thing to say and an even more dangerous thing to do, ” arden said quietly as she looked at the other goddess. most of their kind had long memories and most of them remembered what had happened a long time ago when arden had crumbled, when she had quietly shattered and something darker, more dangerous had taken her place. arden did not like to think about this, did her best to keep every memory of  discord, possessing her  under lock and key.

what the other was asking  of her would have been a small matter, a long time ago. maybe it would have even been something arden would have volunteered for. but … not anymore. she was afraid on a deep, on a fundamental level. she had failed everyone once and while no one had dared to blame her for what happened, she had always blamed herself. it should not have happened to her of all people, but then it had. and eons later, she was still cleaning up the mess.

squaring her shoulders and lifting  her chin in quiet defiance, sherry shook her head. “ i will not get involved and i won’t return, ” she said softly as she glanced down at her hands. it felt strange to reject the olive branch the other had been sent to deliver to her, but … she had always been one for contradictions. “ give my regards to everyone, but … i’ll stay right here. it’s safer for everyone. ”

even if she missed the  people who held parts of her damaged heart. even if she desperately wished to go home, to hold her lover’s hand as night fell and to walk next to her father in the golden sunlight. but returning now, getting involved? a recipe for disaster, for  discord.  and arden did not want things to get worse for everyone, even if it meant that she had to remain in exile.

[halycontrailed]

‘ we ain’t ever getting older. ’

eva had picked this  particular rock because it was a night for stargazing and because she had hoped not to encounter anyone, especially not another god. however, it had not surprised her when she had heard steps behind her before she had found herself in presence of dioreann. and out of all the people who would have happened upon her, eva guessed that the redhead was the best option because as far as eva remembered, dioreann had never been one for gossip.

( a trait eva appreciated more than ever, right now. )

the brunette goddess had  been feeling weary as eons of travelling, of  running  had started to catch up with her, in the end, and so they had been sitting in silence for most of the night, even though the most obvious of all questions had been heavy. but the other did not ask the question most others would have asked — how eva had been able to do this to them, to arden, to théro. instead, the goddess of the hunt made a remark that felt like statement, though it was heavier than a mere observation should have the right to be.

❛ not really, at least, ❜ the brunette mused aloud. technically, yes, eons had passed since the last time they had met, but they had barely touched either of them. maybe they were a little wiser, now, but they had hardly grown older in the way a mortal would use the word. ❛ though i can’t say that it feels like i only left yesterday. ❜

[rulesearth]

“ something’s out there kicking up dust. “

🐍 // VARIOUS LYRICS

and jura knew who  it was. it was someone  faintly  chaotic, but — it was familiar chaos. chaos that he knew to navigate. chaos he had grown to love and appreciate, many eons ago, chaos he had never sought to bring order to. this was his  wife.  which should have been some kind of explanation, but instead, it was what brought more questions to him. because via had left, no, had been  torn away  from his side because of her own nature. it was something he had never held against her, but was something that had caused him many nights of grief.

❛ i know, dioreann, ❜ he finally said as he exhaled and stared down at his drink. ❛ i’ve known for a while now. via is back. i think. ❜ i hope.

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💪 reverse — from huntressoffae because i don't feel like blog hopping quite yet

He was about to close the gym’s door when he heard it; the faint sound of fists hitting fabric. His hand left the doorknob as he slowly turned around. And the sight got him frozen on the spot.

His Captain, clothed in a black tank top and leggings, was unleashing her fury onto the poor, poor punching bag that was hung in the middle of the room. Her beautiful crimson hair — which had grown again — was held in a high ponytail flying around with her every moves. Her body glistened with sweat; he, too, started to sweat a little at the sight, but for other reasons.

Mavis, she’s hot.

With a final, powerful kick, she sent the punching bag flying — the object’s handle disconnected from the ceiling’s hook and it fell on the floor with a loud ‘thud’.

Her hard, brown eyes met his. He gulped and flashed her a timid, apologetic but bright smile as he ran his hand through his blue locks.

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huntressoffae replied to your post: new theme !! ( ap warning )

me: [/hears the first few notes] me: ah yes, i know this song~

well of course i would expect my grandma to have great taste in music~ <3.

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don’t talk to me about tags ughhhhh.

i’ve had this blog since september and i only now do even do basic tags. who am i as a person, ari? i usually change my tags like 545152 times a week. not making them at all is so ooc for me ://