#martel 02

[iniquitousideals]

Mother’s day, was it? 

Thinking of it, and its meaning to all mothers -- a day for their children to show appreciation--  Mithos couldn’t help himself; though he didn’t possess much funds to purchase a gift for Martel, his sister who was much like a mother to him growing up, he wished to give her something.

 Anything was fine. 

To put it simply, he just wanted her to know he was thinking of her. That he loved and appreciated her for all she had done for him. So he had gathered an assortment of flowers, and came to her doorstep, giving the door a soft knock. 

“Martel?”  He called from the other side, “Are you there?”

 @greatseedling​

[kingofniflheim]

Abandoned Past [Martel]

@loveswake

Monsters walked the area, more that were around than normal. What should have been three felt like thirty in his presence, scouting the area and growling at those who weren’t supposed to be around. Rubble was everywhere, a familiar scene from something that felt like it was only yesterday to him.

Yesterday? That was almost 10 months ago. What the hell was he even talking about? His head hurt and eyes burned while gripping Nether Traitor tightly.

Alter was him, a possibility in the future if he didn’t shape the hell up. But...he felt different, like they were one in the same. He didn’t like it. A loud snarl from one of the monsters made him look up and narrow his eyes. That presence....

“Now people from the distant past is coming to taunt me? This seems too ironic.” His grip didn’t lessen at all on his longsword, eyes ablaze with a cold anger that seem to permeate from thousands of years.