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[bloodiyr-archive]

          ❝   i’m looking for something to defend myself with. so far i have a whisk.   ❞

❛❛   A  WHISK  ?   WHAT  HAPPENED  TO  YOUR  GLAIVE ?   ❜❜   rustic  rouge  darts  to  sarmenti’s  gaze  ;  holding  it .   deliberating  mentally  if  the  other  could  conceivably  come  out  of  a  battle  unscathed  with  only  a  whisk  as  her  weapon .    amused  grin now  taking  the  place  of  idle  contemplation .   hemomancer  had  an  advantage  here  as  it  was  an   undead  menace  making   swift  approach .         &  abyssal  harbinger  had  no  intention  of  making  sarmenti  fight  off  their assailant on her own .         ❛❛       𝖎  𝖉𝖔𝖚𝖇𝖙  𝖞𝖔𝖚  𝖓𝖊𝖊𝖉  𝖆  𝖜𝖊𝖆𝖕𝖔𝖓  𝖆𝖙  𝖆𝖑𝖑 .     you’re  quite  literally  a  badass  with  or  without  your  whisk .    ❜❜     a  shrug  of  indiference  is  easily  offered .   prosthesis  raising ,  upturning  to  the  left  as  they  levitate  ghoul .   dissonant  murmurs  from  beyond  beckoned  a  taste  of  rotfeed  ;  insidious  nether  unhinging  ghastly  jaw .     more ,  more ,  more !

❛❛      —  in  addition  to  that ,  you  have  me .   whisk  away .   it  could  be  fun .  ❜❜  

@lasthalt​

[magicaes]

@lasthalt​ :: ❝ The devil’s in the details ❞ | menti @ lys

The blue eyes on her are unmoving, nearly causing Lysithea to shudder, but she keeps her cool. Too many years have passed to start getting emotional over what happened now. There were more important things going on in the world besides her tragic backstory. Plus, it wasn’t necessarily Sarmenti’s business at the moment. 

“No.”

“The details of the people who did this me are unimportant. They themselves are already devils, hiding like cowards in the dark.”

Still, she divulged information to the hunter. Sarmenti has proven to be a useful ally to her, so it was only fair that she share something. Her hands instinctively went to the center of her chest, over her pendant. Her scar would still be there. Her crests would still eat away at her life.

[firefliiedarch]

this is my hc contribution to the hades game . good day .

[firefliiedarch]

☆ ; @lasthalt​​​​ │ ♔♔  / accepting

──   ♔♔ gimme gimme gimme the lovebirds :)

i really just threw some things together and hoped for the best ?   forgive me ,   im not really sure how to do most aesthetic things .   i could honestly spend all day making boards for these two .

sites used :   tumblr  ,  google  ,  befunky

[firefliiedarch]

☆ ; @lasthalt​​​​ - asra │ unprompted / always accepting

──   they glance up from where their head lays on pythia's lap "hm what if we just-" a hand reaches up into the air, drawing something unidentifiable in the air above them "don't open up the shop today and stay here just like this"

✦ ;   soft golden gaze lingers for a moment ;   pythia herself is still a bit sluggish  -  slow to move at first  -  but eyes eventually follow along .   sleepy is more than a perfect word to describe her state right now .   asra’s sentiments are ones that she cannot help but to agree .   it really is appealing ( alluring ) to simply not open the shop today & just stay there ,   like that .

     ❛ mmm ... ❜

hands delicately run through the other’s curls .   her own touch is gentle & soft  ( warm even ) .   it doesn’t normally take much to convince her so long as it was with them ,   but ...   they were both adults .   they should have known better than to slack off or shirk work  -  well one of them did anyway .  ( it was definitely not asra )   but even with that in mind ,   asra did have a tendency to convince pythia otherwise ;   wondered ,   then ,   if they would do the same thing now .   she was already halfway there .

     ❛ all day ... ? ❜   the way she spoke  -  anybody could tell what state she was in .   it really wouldn’t take much to sway her .   but still ,   she was trying to be the voice of reason .   for once she was trying to be responsible .   a part of her didn’t want to be , to simply stay like this ...   all day .   & pythia wondered if asra could tell that .       ❛ maybe ...   we open ...   late ... ? ❜

[firefliiedarch]

✧ ; @lasthalt​​  -  asra / ♡♡♡

✦ ;   dreams were always one thing .   normally soft ,   gentle ; they never truly lasted long  -  at least not long enough .   in pythia’s case ,   those dreams were often ridden with terrors of a seemingly dark & murky past .   a past that they could not seem to wholly recover .   ( they probably would never be able to really )   but ,   like dreams ,   they were only parts of one’s imagination  -  they were not real .   that  is ...   they shouldn’t have been .   yet that didn’t stop the magician from waking in a cold sweat .

there was a struggle to breathe ;   a gasp for air came as they woke with a start  -  sitting upwards immediately .   a soft whimper would have sounded but lip had been bitten to prevent it .   whole body had been tense when she realised that hands had been clutching the thin covering far too tight .   upon release ,    however ,   there was trembling .   it was one of those nights again .

     ❛ asra ... ❜

delicate voice was barely a whisper .   did they hear them ?   wasn’t too sure ,   but far too afraid to say their name again so soon .   what time was it ?   was it even night to begin with ? or had it been the early morning ?   she really couldn’t tell ,   & it really didn’t matter right now .   all that they wanted was to hear ( or feel ) the other nearby .   to scared to move but there had been enough courage to call out again as there was an attempt to focus .   ❛ !! ❜   

     ❛ asra ...   please ... ❜

[firefliiedarch]

☆ ; @lasthalt​​ - asra │ prompted / accepting

──   “ together or not at all. ”    

✦ ;   head cants ever so slightly to the right  -  not out of confusion but rather out of surprise .   of course together ,  why any other way ?  perhaps a fool in many ways ,  but pythia knew one thing for certain  :  always together ...  or not at all .

     ❛ asra ... ❜

pensive about what had been said ,  but there was also a longing to draw closer .  though instinctively ,  it seemed like they already had .  the murmurs coming from own lips were soft ( delicate & light ) yet not entirely coherent on the surface .  as fingers carefully grazed against the other ,  yet the energy there was still exhilarating .  ( always had made heart skip beats )  the gentle gasp turned to a sweet sigh of relief .  for so many reasons known & unknown ,  they felt safer .  as though whatever could happen now did not matter anymore .

     ❛ together ... ❜  she repeats .            ❛ ... or not at all ... ❜

[culthcnt]

lasthalt replied to your post “To anyone who has to deal with Kassandra’s stubborn ass:  I’m sorry”

hector vc. worth it

        ❝Of course you’d say that.❞