fate is still a fatality

Neuna fata, Neuna dono, Parca Maurtia dono. "Lachesis was believed to determine d e s t i n i e s, -- l i f e and D E A T H . She and her sisters were (f e a r e d), even by the G O D S." Independent roleplay blog for Lachesis. Please read pages first.

[magneticox-deactivated20140102]

                  ❝ Sadly, I highly doubt I’d find my wife in here — it’s been way too long for me to have hopes on doing so, in any place by that matter. ❞       Erik sighed, offering the slight hint of a smile — not exactly a nice, charming one, but better than nothing, one would think.                           ❝ I was just… Curious, I suppose. ❞

[vox-decima]

          Evangeline opened her mouth to say something, but quickly closed it. There was something about his words that made her heart feel like it was sinking deeper into her chest cavity, a pang of sympathy. If she could sense his emotions correctly, he was alluding to loneliness.

          "--Well, I suppose...there's nothing wrong with curiosity." She swallowed. "If you wish to stay, you can. Just don't tell anyone else I let you."

[vox-decima]

+ polissonnerie

"I would prefer if you didn't toy with surgical instruments."

[bellumxii]

    The atmosphere was tense. The air much too thin and brittle for anyone’s lungs, even his own. Each corridor reeked of men and women who discreetly held on to their dear lives. Patients who teetered on the edge of oblivion.

    Surely, he was the only one with a firm grasp of his life — his soul — and he did not belong here.

[vox-decima]

    Although in the form of a human, a deity can always sense a foreign presence. If they're lucky enough, they can identify their reasons for being here. But the senses of this body, of Evangeline and not Lachesis, are much different. She looks to his direction.

    "--You seem quite...lost."

[magneticox-deactivated20140102]

                   ❝ —— And what would the procedure be if I, indeed, had a wife and/or child waiting for me, then? ❞                                  Ha. Suddenly, it felt like being quite a few years back in the past. How unusual; almost melancholic.

[vox-decima]

            "Well then; you would have to give me the name of your wife and the room number she's staying in, if possible. Assuming that you do have someone waiting for you." Oh, did the deity despise it when humans showed sass. 

[vox-decima]

+ magneticox

"Unless you have a wife and child waiting for you, I suggest you return to the hospital lobby."

[holsbrooks-deactivated20140404]

[obscuriium-archive]

                           [ abaddon isn’t one to take mistakes lightly. the moment the other’s body makes contact with hers, knocking her back on a single louboutin stiletto and scuffing the fine italian leather of the toe, lips as red as her soles curl into a sneer of irritation. arms cross and a huff sounds, chin tossed back in a motion of absolute disdain. ]

                  “Yeah, whatever you say.”

[vox-decima]

{ Lachesis lets her calm expression falter for a bit. Whoever this woman was, she suddenly had a vile hope that her death would be painful and involve her tripping on her goddamn shoe. But of course, the thought immediately left her mind. Oh, the wonder of human emotion, so fleeting yet poisonous to character. }

"This is a hospital. There are a number of nurses and doctors running around. You should look out for them too."

[the-beauty-in-chaos-quotes]

I desire the things which will destroy me in the end.

Sylvia Plath  (via obscuriium)

[vox-decima]

+ alabaster--emeer

Angels. Sometimes they made things difficult, other times much easier. "How fitting that someone like you would come visit a maternity ward."

"Got another soul to salvage, hm? Who is it this time?"

[foudrv-archived]

      “—I was hoping for some information on where I am. If it’s not too much trouble.”

[vox-decima]

"Well. You're actually at the general hospital. More specifically, in the genesis ward."

{ once again, another human with a strange reading. Or maybe her impulse to see into their deaths has finally calmed down. }

[vox-decima]

salutificator

"If you were looking for a patient, I can tell you that visiting hours are over. Sorry."

[vox-decima]

becketbrother

"--I didn't realize there was anyone here."

[vox-decima]

WHAT MAKES YOU FEEL BETTER WHEN YOU ARE IN A BAD MOOD?

"Tea. Most definitely tea, and perhaps a mindless, completely tacky love story." 

[vox-decima]

obscuriium

"Sorry, I didn't mean to run into you so carelessly."

{ that was definitely strange; Evangeline usually got 'vibes' from people, indicative that she would be able to peer into their deaths sometime in the day, if not in the moment. Though for this woman, she felt nothing.}

[dailysamclaflin]

[vox-decima]

Another cry resounds in the room. In an instant, her head turns to the wailing child in its crib. She walks over slowly with a calm smile on her features. Evangeline surveys its monitor and exhales a sigh of relief.

It will live until tomorrow morning. She knows it will. 

But she also knows it will die three days from now. 

A pang of pain suddenly hits her chest, and Evangeline smiles at the other nurses and excuses herself from the room, eager to go outside and compose herself. She must control herself. A sudden influx of emotion will only end in tragedy for others.

Evangeline inhales deeply and sighs, before her eyes take a sidelong glance at the stranger beside her. She smiles wanly at them, too.

[poetmuse]