#nilirae

[motherednature]

@nilirae​ said: ❛  when  will  you  stop  running ?  ❜ [ visit from JENOVA :^) ]

QUESTION STARTERS. accepting!

          THE EARTH MOTHER is very careful to avoid the other’s direct gaze, merely continuing with her task of pulling water from one source to another. her movements are calm, but the hair on the back of her neck stands on end and her eyes make quick darting motions in the general direction of the far more powerful entity to keep close attention to their movements.

           ‘ not running, ’ she replies sedately. ‘ merely busy. ’ ocean tides, full of life, continue to push and pull at her hand. ‘ forgive me if it seems i am avoiding you -- much to tend to, as i am sure you can appreciate. ’

[mamaterasu]

 @nilirae​  whispered:  hewwo , do you have a moment to talk about our lady and savior JENOVA ? perhaps you would even be willing to donate your planet to her noble cause ? :^)

a clutch of thunder sparks another fire.    the sound rattles from the deep,  loud and booming,  stretching across an unknown expanse whereupon only the fleeting ghost - light of stars may keep their secrets.  darkness petrifies beneath her limbs.  swollen.  solemn.  she envisions a great lonely beach,  where the sand is not golden but rather it is black,  black which soon turns to granite.  cracks begin to stretch further and further beyond,  the sky and the land meet and a deep harrowing despair bursts from within.   amaterasu- ōmikami stands firm against the storm. 

❛  begone from this place. ❜   the warmth from her breathe brings about greenery,  life.  yet with it comes firmness,  an unkempt fury that is found in the deepest pits of undergrowth.  duality between chaos and harmony.  she is both.  she is everything.  another thunderclap snatches its course,  turning her voice into a bellowing echo that would strike fear in the hearts of all who come to know the rhythm of her name.  

                                   ❛  i will not warn you a second time. ❜

[omniheim]

⟨   unprompted◞    ❛  @nilirae  .   ⟩ ‵   excuse me  .  listen to your mother when she speaks to you  .   ‵ [  . JENOVA  :^)  ]

❛   NO !   ❜      cloud   defies   stroppily   as   he   proceeds   to   heartedly   kick   over   a   stack   of   conveniently   placed      (   and   for   some   reason   empty   )      cardboard   boxes .      they   all   have   their   rebellious   phases .

[godwinged]

@nilirae​    /    one-liner.

“ i am so full of rage. “

[motherednature]

        ‘ i have heard you have a habit of doing this. ’ the voice is calm, but no less chilling as its owner remains hidden from view in this labyrinth-like forest. ‘ showing up unannounced with demands. ’

@nilirae // for lisa.

[erromes]

@nilirae​ said: " tears ? seriously ? how pathetic . . . " [ JENOVA @ nahia sorry ]

shedding a tear prompts.

       SHE CAN FEEL the skin of her upper lip and lower jaw slicken with blood as both her nose and ears begin to bleed with the assault of these words in her mind. it isn’t right, her body screams. this isn’t right! but nahia grits her teeth against the pain, and while tears still cut clean lines through the dirt smeared on her cheeks, her features do not break with sobs.

         ‘ i am sorry, lady. ’ she doesn’t know why she didn’t specify my lady this time. maybe it’s the pain. or the fatigue. or worse, something true. ‘ i...will...keep going, lady. ’

[flikme]

touches his face with a tentacle . ( affectionately ? ) [ . JENOVA ]

❝ this is fine! it's fine. ❞

                    not fine. not fine.  not.  fine.

[motherednature]

@nilirae​​ said: [  trace  ]  sender  traces  one  of  receiver’s  scars

NONVERBAL MEME PROMPTS. accepting.

         AN OIL SPILL makes it difficult for the earth mother to maintain her otherwise regal posture. she can’t breathe, the room is spinning, and the slick black poison slowly leaks from her mouth and nose. in this weakened state, scars left by asteroids, by the asteroid, and by that long-forgotten scar are easily seen across her entire body. and while most of that is covered, there are burn marks that creep up her neck.

           as the foul creature before her traces its fingers up her neck and over her jaw, there is little proud seraphina can do but take it. she clenches her jaw and bites the inside of her cheek to prevent from snarling. instead, a deep, ragged breath is taken so that she might speak.

           ‘ you see? ’ oil stains her teeth a sickly brown color. ‘ not presentable yet. ’