#repentanced

[disenchantryed]

-- Kiss --

kemia u fuckenign

kiss over the heart - we are connected

kiss on the nails - you’ve hurt me

bite - dislike/enmity

[disenchantryed]

-- “Dead souls dream only of death.” -- (': we're still friends right

He shuts down upon seeing Uriel. A smart man would scream. A brave man would run. A foolish one would fight. Anders is none of those things - he is 17 years old, trapped in a cage he cannot escape, limbs shaking so hard they are visible from across the room where Uriel is looking at him, where he speaks, and Anders cannot move.

He isn’t breathing. He can’t breathe, his lungs locked down so tight there’s just nothing happening.

“I - I,” he wants to die. To die for real, instead of living this half-life, free of Justice, of the spirit who makes up him as much as he does.

“I - I wouldn’t - I wouldn’t k - I wouldn’t know.”

He hasn’t stuttered so severely in years, if ever. Even nearly broken at the hands of Templars, he kept himself together better than this - but the Templars never took, only added pain - Uriel has taken away a part of him, practically lobotomized him, made him Tranquil without the Brand.

[vivisectxr-blog]

@repentanced, in response to this. 

Crowds, the gathering of people, was nothing unfamiliar to Yua. Even so, her idle curiosity got the better of her and she found herself listening and watching as some sort of ‘prophet’ spoke allowed of his God, as that ‘prophet' received the chanting of a large group of nondescripts, and finally, as the ‘prophet’ sent some unknown man of an unknown crime into the afterlife.

Really, that was nothing new to her either. The fervor with which the people responded, their mindless willingness to heed his words None of it was new, none of it was worth any real notice, besides for the man at the front of it all.

She had heard his name from those who had already left         

                                  Uriel.

A so-called angel, and a rather charismatic one at that.

Before the crowd had fully cleared away, she had already made up her mind, and so she moved towards the mysterious man who led them, her intent to speak to him shining clear in her eyes and a slight hint of malice shown in the upward curves of her lips.

[kokonehime-blog]

-- “Don’t worry… You’ll know soon enough.” --

“E-eh!?” Suspicious! Suspicious! Stranger danger. Still, though - Widget’s face reflects yellow, curiosity, shock, fear - all of them. “Know what!? There are a lot of things I’ll know ‘soon enough,’ so if you’re trying to be cryptic and claim you’re a fortune teller, it’s obvious that you’re faking!”

[kokonehime-blog]

-- belphegor --

belphigor: if you could pick 3 forms to shapeshift into, what would they be?

“Hmmm.” Athena cocks her head to the side, hand playing with her earring. This is an interesting question and she gives it the consideration it’s due. “I... don’t know. I think...

“A dog - I don’t know what breed. Something big. Maybe a malinois? Good, loyal dogs. Um... Something small! Maybe, like... a - a rat. The pet kind, not the sewer kind, the ones the size of small dogs.

“And last - a singing bird - a mockingbird or a nightingale.”