#malitiosa

[deschiropteres]

❛ everyone leaves. let them. ❜

Poetry Sentence Starters

Carl being the only one left standing by her side, he giddy at the thought. However, he could sense it was bothering his queen. Composing himself before kneeling down before her and reaching for her hand. ❝  𝓔ven if all of them abandon you, I will stay here by your side for as long as you'll have me. I would walk through hell for you if you requested it from me, my queen.  ❞  he states with conviction in his voice.

[propugnatori-a]

" you remind me of someone... " the young queen took a moment to think before she snapped her fingers and grinned. "Batboy! Oops--man! Batman. "

@malitiosa

         “—YOU KNOW, people usually make more of a connection to superman, but.”

jayce lifts an eyebrow for a moment, tilting his head to the side slightly, ignoring the strange vague dread those sharp sky blue eyes make him feel deep in his gut. the youthful way she speaks to him is deceiving enough for a mortal, even one with sensibilities towards the supernatural. taking his glass of champagne to his lips, he sips on it before continuing, expression shifting into something more playful.

     “rich, resourceful and handsome are characteristics i don’t mind being associated with.”

[malitiosa-a]

A young woman, painfully familiar, stands in the shadows of her origins. The tower was miraculously still standing depsite the years. Beneath the weak winter sun, the structure rose in stark isolation - tall and narrow. Its silhouette cut sharply against the sky, like her blade turned upright. It had been abandoned ever since that fateful day when Diva tried to take control of her own life, standing empty ever since - timeless, forgotten by everyone except nature. Once upon a time, she might've looked upon the tower were she was kept prisoner and felt her blood burn with rage. Once upon a time, she might've destroyed it with her bare hands, erasing any evidence that she was ever weak, leaving nothing but rubble and ruin in her wake. But she was older now, and the rage did not come. Instead, she felt... nothing. The woman shehad been was not the woman who stood in the tower's shadows now. She was jaded, colder, sharper - as was natural for a Queen left to fend for herself for decades.

"Perhaps it's time for a makeover," Diva mused as she stepped forward, heel clacking against the stone path.

[misericordes]

                          @malitiosa​ discover the hidden princess. 

                     As the bell to her mother’s shop rung, the small demoness had immediately sprung up from her slumber.  ❝ Ah! Welcome! ❞ Belle stammered, trying to be as loud and welcoming without trying to sound exhausted. Her hands pressed firmly against the counter as she glanced upon their new customer, finding her beautiful beyond words. As the fledgling utter out,  ❝ You so pretty...❞ Pause before her entire face lit up as she slouched a little in her chair. 

[hecvens]

@malitiosa​ said: « why even bother? »

She regards the girl with curiosity as she sits there. She is partially unglamoured in front of this girl. Once spring-green eyes burn a brilliant crimson, and there are freckles of bright red striking against too-pale skin. But she knows the creature in front of her is no different than she, with her own secrets and devilish nature. She just doesn’t know what it is yet. She for a minute, judging by the essence of death surrounding her, judges her as a vampire. Just two monsters, sitting over tea. No, this was no visit for pleasure. Red had been found snooping where she shouldn’t have, and now was brought before this woman- regarded as a queen- to decide her fate.

“I don’t know, perhaps there’s something to be said about not giving up. Certainly you must want to persist?”

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[generalzelgius]

“Hey, sometimes your exes try to kill you, you know? What can you do?”

          The way Diva can so casually utter such a deplorable statement without an ounce of fear or care in the world sends a chill down the knight's spine   (   she was used to such a thing happening to her   )   ;   it is no stretch to say the woman before him is dangerous as she is callous.

          ❛   I have a feeling this has happened to you numerous times, has it not   ?   For what reasons, pray tell   ?   ❜   Perhaps, he was heading down the wrong alley by asking her those questions, but he was a curious fellow. Something about her was alluring, if not in the bad sense.

SAINTS ROW IV SENTENCE STARTERS.   |   accepting   |   @malitiosa

[calabrun]

@malitiosa​ -- ;

“A night such as this... almost makes you want to hunt, no?”

[draugnamoved]

❝ and... who might *you* be? ❞ the queen peered curiously at the other.

𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙴𝙽𝙴𝙼𝚈 𝙾𝙵 𝙼𝚈 𝙴𝙽𝙴𝙼𝚈 , 𝙸𝚂 𝙼𝚈 𝙵𝚁𝙸𝙴𝙽𝙳 . at the sound of the question , ynogdra brought her attention to the source of it : long dark hair , round cerulean eyes — another of her kind that ruled the night . "An old woman that has grown tired with the hypocrisy of human beings." the statement in itself is a complicated complexity that saw both sides of the same coin and yet , it is enough to amuse her with the small slip of laughter .

"But , you can call me Ynogdra." she would come to say with a dotting smile that showed her sharpened pearly white fangs , something she was more than proud to show as a sign that they were both from the same branch of a nocturnal apex species that feasted on flesh and blood for their own survival and were not guinea pigs to be experimented on and gawked at as if they were less than superior to humans .