Life and Death

Ind. Multi-Muse OC Blog Life and death are two sides of the same coin. One gives, and the other takes. That's how people think of them, anyway. The truth is that both entities give life and take life. Life becomes death. Death becomes life. Where one falls, the other rises. Life takes and takes, only to give back in the end. Death gives and gives, only to take back in the end. They are opposites, yet they are the same. They are two halves of a whole heart. ☙ OPEN STARTERS ❧

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shimotomaii:

Clearly his response had not been what the other had wanted to hear - their entire being seemed to droop with the weight of sadness, their voice thick with unshed misery. Nozomu could feel it rolling from their form, that sadness - it seemed to pervade him too, clouding pink eyes quite clearly. He wished he could’ve said something otherwise, but……

❝ I’ll do my best to. Do you have a phone number or some way - any way - I could contact you in that case? ❞

He was serious about it, about bearing in mind the vivid description the other gave and keeping his eyes open in case one day he could provide that good, long-awaited news to the stranger.

     --- “A... phone number?” They echoed, staring at the man for a solid minute before it finally clicked in their head. He meant one of those numbers for the weird human things they had seen others using! Well, they did have one, but it was made for those on the other side of the veil, not for humans (despite the faerie phone’s similar appearance to human cell phones). The faerie wasn’t entirely sure if it could be used to talk with humans, but they figured it was worth a try.

     --- “O-oh! Yeah. I have... I have a cell phone. S-sort of. It’s not... Um-- That is-- It’s, uh...” Val stumbled over their words and pulled out their ‘cell phone’ in a rush, going into their contacts and pulling up their own number before showing the screen to him. “Th-that’s my number. You can reach me by calling or texting it. I mean, shouting my name works, too, but only if I’m nearby. AH! I-I forgot! Uh... My name is-- Y-you can call me Val.”

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radiantdescender:

“Well then, I suppose we’ll have to start heading in that direction. Maybe we’ll see something that was familiar to you as you were flying past it?” Not that Rias was really putting too much hope into that thought. She could certainly understand not knowing where she was or where she’d started from.

     --- “Then, let’s get going! I can’t wait to get back to Ludo~!!” Sybil exclaimed as she began racing off without another thought. Her small wings spread out and flapped with excitement as she ran, though it wasn’t enough force to lift her from the ground. Hopefully, it wouldn’t be too long before they found the death god’s caretaker.

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     (( Sorry for not really being online and active recently. Life’s… life. I’ve got a lot of stuff going on right now, and I’m too overwhelmed to write as of right now. I’ll be back, but for now, all of my blogs are probably going to be on a semi-hiatus until things blow over. ))

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     “What are they?” “They are many things. Loyal, trusting, kind. But get on their bad side, and you’ll see none of those things.”

     (( This was a warm-up sketch of Val. ))

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shimotomaii:

He could see the change in emotions that seemed to accompany the shorter’s description like the transition of leaves through the seasons, like the shadow of winter passed over them. Though Nozomu might not have been taking them seriously before, that look - that tone - was enough to sober his thoughts and opinions.

❝ …You know, you talk like you’re a poet. You’re really good at describing. ❞

It was an attempt to cheer the other up a little, but even he knew it wasn’t a very good one; though when had complimenting people ever been a talent of his? Still, this person sounded like a character from a story, and if it wasn’t for the other’s convincing show of despair, he might’ve taken this to be a bold cosplayer’s attempt at live-action roleplay.

❝ That…doesn’t sound like anyone I’ve seen. It sounds more like someone I’d read about in a fairytale, you know. Mmm…sorry I can’t be of much help. ❞

     Val’s eyes widened when he complimented their description. It wasn’t often that people took the time to tell them they spoke like a poet. Actually, Val was pretty sure this was the first time. It caught them off guard.

     --- “Uh... Th-thanks. That’s the first time someone has told me that.”

     If it weren’t for the fact that the compliment was followed by a heart-crushing response to their question, the faerie would have perked up a bit. Unfortunately, however, the news that he had not seen their love was devastating in their eyes. Val dug their nails into their palms and gave a weak nod. It looked like they were holding back tears, and their voice only gave confirmation to that.

     --- “It’s... it’s fine. Thanks for taking time out of your day to speak with me. This is probably out of line for me, but... C-can you keep that description in mind? J-just in case.”

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radiantdescender:

Probably for the first time in Rias’s life, she was suspicious. Given how he’d been acting before this sudden apology made her feel wary. What if he really didn’t mean it? What if was just trying to get her to let her guard down?

Then again, it still seemed like he was just trying to get her to leave.

“Are you sure I’m not an abomination? Cause the fox said anything made by something that isn’t a god is one…” As soon as she asked that, Rias shook her head quickly as if to clear it. That wasn’t what she really wanted to say at all. “I don’t know where I’m needed, but I didn’t think I was doing any harm by just finding a nice sunny flower patch to nap in… If I really have intruded somewhere, I’m sorry about that, but… By all the spirits you really should just say what you mean.”

     --- “Sounds like that fox has a superiority complex. Were gods not created by something else in order to accomplish certain tasks? We’re simply spirits with a higher ranking. I serve the purpose of returning life to the earth once I die. Though, I’m certain I’m not the only life god in existence, I’m at least the only one around in this area, making it my territory.”

     Ludovic crossed his arms and gave her an apologetic look. He knew he was confusing her with how quickly he changed his attitude. It was a common thing that happened when someone tried to interact with him. Sybil had gotten used to it in no time, but that didn’t mean everyone else was able to do the same.

     -- “My apologies. Humans have a tendency to try to befriend almost any living being that they come across, so I’ve developed the habit of scaring them away to keep them safe. As you’ve probably noticed already--” he stopped and plucked a flower from the ground, the plant quickly wilting and withering away-- “I drain the life force from everything I touch.”

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radiantdescender:

Did he seriously just offer to kill her…? What even was happening anymore? Why would she want someone to do that?

Rias shrugged, as if the whole thing wasn’t a big deal at all. “According to the fox demon who drank a half pint of blood, I’m some weird kind of nature spirit that was created by some kind of guardian so I could protect it? But I’m an abomination because I wasn’t made by a god.” She sighed heavily, pure annoyance condensed down into a single huff of air.

“I don’t know exactly what I am, or who made me, but I would really rather not die, thanks.”

     Oh! She was a spirit. ...Well, now he just felt bad. It was possible that the nagging feeling he got about her was simply caused by the fact that the girl wasn’t where she was supposed to be. She wasn’t needed in this area, therefore her existence there was unnecessary. ...That’s how Ludovic rationalized it, anyway.

     --- “If that’s the case...” The god trailed off and stayed silent for what felt like an eternity, but it was really only a minute or two. 

   --- “I apologize. If you’re a spirit born out of a guardian’s need for protection, then you are not an abomination. Though your presence here is not needed, you are needed somewhere else. I was... unreasonably rude towards you. Don’t worry; I’m not going to kill you. I’ll... retract that offer.”

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radiantdescender:

Rias was already on edge with annoyance, but then he just had to go and point out the not human thing. Why did every non human she encountered recently have a need to point that out? She almost wished she’d run into them from day one so she never would have spent two months thinking she was a normal human and searching for a family she didn’t even have.

“Nope, not even in the slightest. I’m an abomination of nature, created without the consent or help of a single god.” She replied without the slightest bit of hesitation, voice flat and annoyed.

     ...What? Come again? Ludo was unsure of how to process that. He needed a little more clarification.

     --- “...Define ‘abomination of nature, created without the consent or help of a single god,’ please. What, were you some sort of lab experiment? Did a human create you? If so, I’ll gladly put you out of your misery and restore the balance of nature to its rightful state.” If she was the product of a human experiment to create a life form, then it would make sense why she felt so unnecessary to the life god.

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radiantdescender:

Child? Did he really just call her a child? Rias’s eye twitched slightly, her teeth gritting down together. Any real argument she might have would only prove him right, and losing her temper would make that worse.

Not that she wasn’t practically a child anyway, that was part of the reason behind the World Tree resetting her memories to zero each time. Not that she was even aware of that or the purpose behind it.

“Maybe rather than assuming I’m ignoring you, you should simply come right out and say what you actually mean next tine, yeah?” Rias asked, forcing a smile that in no way reached her eyes.

     --- “My bad. I thought ‘your safety is at risk, so leave this area’ was a good enough reason for your kind. I guess I was wrong on that front,” he hissed out in response. 

     He wasn’t sure what it was about the girl, but for some reason, her very existence just screamed ‘UNNECESSARY!’ to Ludovic, and it was making him more irritable. Was she even human? Normal humans didn’t give off that kind of feeling.  Yeah, regular little humans were annoying, but Ludo didn’t really consider them unnecessary. They were just as important as any other living thing. Even if he didn’t like being around them.

     --- “Are you even a human? Because your very existence is proving to be irritating. More-so than any other human I’ve encountered.”

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     (( This is the money Val. Good mons, a strong sense of justice, and a longing for a lost love will come to you. All you have to do is look at this picture. ))

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shimotomaii:

For a moment, Nozomu didn’t catch the other calling out to him - once again his mind was quite absorbed in dinner plans and thoughts of his allotment and whatever boring ideas would often plague his mind. It was only when that head of oddly-coloured hair bobbed into the corner of his eye that Nozomu’s attention was well and truly caught from the grasp of space, and his expression carried enough bewilderment to prove it.

❝ Oh! Sorry, hello. ❞

The height remark was nothing new, but this time even Nozomu could acknowledge the angle at which he had to look down at the strange individual ( a cosplayer, probably ) - what was this, a foot’s height difference between them? He just hoped it didn’t seem rude or anything.

❝ Right, right…well, if it’s important then it wouldn’t be right of me to say no. Go right ahead. ❞

     Val’s lips twitched upward in a smile as the stranger agreed to entertain their questions. Perfect! Though, they felt a little bad about how he had to look down at them. Didn’t that hurt his neck? They knew looking up for too long hurt their neck.

     --- “Thank you! Okay, so... Um... I’m looking for someone who’s about your height, I think. He might be a little taller or a little shorter, but he’s somewhere around your height. Uh... His eyes are the color of the leaves on a birch tree during the summer, and he wears his red-orange hair long. Like, down to his hips or longer, I’m pretty sure. W-with a braid going from the fringe of his hair to the back. Oh! --And his skin is covered in freckles. It’s really charming, actually.”

     Their face heated up as they described their love. It was obvious how dearly they held the person, what with how much they talked about him. At some point, however, the gushing came to an abrupt stop. Their expression saddened, and Val let out a shaky breath before speaking once more; this time at a more quiet volume.

     --- “We got separated a long, long time ago, and... I’ve been looking for him ever since. I’ve got no leads, and I don’t know what to do, other than travel the world and ask around. Have you, maybe, seen someone like him?”

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     --- “D-damn it! I’m never going to find him. I...” Val put their hands to their face as tears spilled from their eyes. A heartbreaking sob emitted from the fae as they fell to their knees and broke down. The idea that they would forever be alone was one they didn’t wish to think about. Yet here they were, thinking about it and crying in the middle of gods-know-where.

     A shadow fell over Val in the midst of their meltdown. Taking note of the shadow, they growled and rubbed most of the tears away with their arm. Afterwards, the petite fae stood up and turned around to glower at whoever had walked over to them. 

     --- “What do you want? S-spit it out already.” Normally, they would have been more friendly, but... Well, how many people would be nice to a total stranger when said stranger walked in on them having an emotional break down?

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     --- “E-excuse me!” Val called out. A young man with beautiful gold hair had caught their attention, and they were dead set on talking to him. Maybe it was because they thought he might know something about their lost lover, or maybe it was because they were a fae who just really liked pretty things and pretty people. Regardless of the reason, Val was quick to run over to him.

      --- “Wow--! You’re tall. Or maybe I’m just short. Anyway! Um... Could I bother you for just a few minutes? I’m looking for someone important to me, and I was hoping you might be able to answer a question or two.”

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                 BOOK STARTERS VOL.23   ( HOUSE OF LEAVES )  ( MARK Z. DANIELEWSKI )

❛ It may be the wrong decision, but fuck it, it’s mine. ❜

❛ Like patience, passion comes from the same Latin root: pati. It does not mean to flow with exuberance. It means to suffer. ❜

❛ No one ever really gets used to nightmares. ❜

❛ I still get nightmares. In fact, I get them so often I should be used to them by now. I’m not. ❜

❛ Sublime is something you choke on after a shot of tequila. ❜

❛ Some people reflect light, some deflect it, you by some miracle, seem to collect it. ❜

❛ Beautiful women are always drawn to men they think will keep them beautiful. ❜

❛ The ruminations are mine, let the world be yours. ❜

❛ You will fulfil a promise I made years ago but failed to keep. ❜

❛ Darkness never satisfies. Especially if it takes something away which it almost always invariably does. ❜

❛ I want something else. I’m not even sure what to call it anymore. ❜

❛ What can I say, I’m a sucker for abandoned stuff, misplaced stuff, forgotten stuff, any old stuff. ❜

❛ Is it possible to love something so much, you imagine it wants to destroy you only because it has denied you? ❜

❛ It’s just silent, no sound at all. It’s like something’s waiting. ❜

❛ I guess I’m hoping the weapons will make me feel better, grant me some kind of fucking control. ❜

❛ Oh and something else: – Fuck you. ❜

❛ God I’ve never been afraid like this. ❜

❛ I miss you. I love you. There’s no second I’ve lived that you can’t call your own. ❜

❛ I’m so tired. Sleep’s been stalking me for too long to remember. Inevitable I suppose. ❜

❛ Not seeing the rip doesn’t mean you automatically get to keep clear of the Hey-I’m-Bleeding part. ❜

❛ These days fantasies flourish and die like summer flies. ❜

❛ Yeah I know, I know. This shit’s getting ridiculous. ❜

❛ ‘Fuck’ and ‘fall for’ have very different meanings. The first one you do as much as you can. The second one you never ever, ever do. ❜

❛ It’s a nice idea but it reeks of hope. False hope. ❜

❛ It’s, well…one thing in two words: fucked up…very fucked up. Okay three words, four words, who the hell cares…very very fucked up. ❜

❛ Do you think I could spend the night at your place?  ❜

❛ Any fool can pray. ❜

❛ I feel like I haven’t slept in months. My neighbours are scared of me. ❜

❛ I’ve lost my mind? Maybe, maybe, maybe. Maybe I’m just really drunk. ❜

❛ Perhaps by cleaning out my system I’ll come to a clearing where I can ease myself into peace. ❜

❛ I should be dead. Why am I still here? ❜

❛ Fuck if I know. Your guess is as good as mine. ❜

❛ You are my flesh. You are my bones. I know you too well. I read you too perfectly. ❜

❛ Not all complex problems have easy solutions. ❜

❛ Do you believe in God? I don’t think I ever asked you that one. ❜

❛ We all create stories to protect ourselves. ❜

❛ Are you kidding me? This place is scary. ❜

❛ These days the only thing that gets me outside is when I say: Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck you. Fuck me. Fuck this. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. ❜

❛ You like that crap because it reminds you of you. ❜

❛ You may suddenly realise things are not how you perceived them to be at all. ❜