#well... it's beginning

[bloodattar-a]

❛   NATALIA.  MY MOST DIFFICULT AUDIENCE.   ❜     the wine of her voice is fathoms deep,  spun from strands of nebulous dark.  it is edged by cruelty,  each syllable running loose like wild beasts into the predatory night.  rarely is the high priestess seen alone,  perpetually flanked by an entourage of help,  BUT TONIGHT IS DIFFERENT.  tonight she is without escort,  standing beneath the swell of the moon in a field of green.  she is a stain against the backdrop like a pinprick of blood.    

❛   last we spoke,  i provided you with a proposition.  i have returned because i am persistent.  violetta advised me against it,  but between you   &   i,  i merely suspect she wants to keep you for herself.   ❜    the whisper curls like smoke,  unmistakable humor tinging the roots of it.  the dark cloth of her sleeves gathers at the hinge of her elbows,  muted moonlight bleeding through the translucent fabric.    ❛   ---------------     you know how those types are.  give them a bit of   ichor    &   they will believe the sun bends for them alone.   ❜    

@viduamor.    

[bloodattar]

MODERNITY SUITS HER.   assimilation had never been the pertinent question:  the new world is not any different from the old world.  always there are those who grasp around in the darkness of sin,  always there are those who seek to stare into the abyss  --   &   like narcissus,  they are enthralled by their own reflection. 

HE PARTS THROUGH THE CROWD LIKE A BLADE,  all the sharpened edges of him aimed in her direction.  despite the flush of neon,  darkness brims him   &   it is cut from the same cloth as anyone else here:  the grit   &   muck of the city,  the grey abscess inspired by the soullessness of society.  the harbinger that he is,  zenya finds herself overtly aware that he is not here to facilitate pleasant chatter with her.  

nevertheless   her mouth imitates the placid crescent of a smile:  half - docile,  half - predatory.  malignancy clings to her skin like the odor of death.  preemptively she removes her bag from the seat adjacent to her,  placing it in her lap as if performing some sort of courtesy toward him.  the toe of her shoe nudges the empty chair toward the opposite side of the table.  a wordless invitation:   sit,  please.  i’m sure you have so much to discuss.

❛   CAN I HELP YOU?   ❜

@hellmagi​