Shadow Moon

INDIE PRIVATE AMERICAN GODS RP. DASH ONLY.

[thatslayer]

“How the fuck did you do that?” from wednesdaysmanbitch xD

‘FUCK’ Sentence Starters | ACCEPTING

               Blood, concrete. Faith’s knees are bruised and the hair-split across her back that would’ve been a wound, had she not dodged fast enough, is weeping blood through the grey fabric of her tank top. She’s breathing audibly, grounding out wet and rough wheezes faint enough that only she can really hear them. Tonight sucks, but what night doesn’t?

When she hears Shadow behind her, she tries to stand upright, fully. Hunched over, broken… that’s not near as impressive as she means to be and, even if it kicks her ass to do it, she’s going to straighten up. Manages to, barely, and eases a glance at him over her shoulder, “Feel like you haven’t been paying attention.”

[wednesdaysmanbitch]

@jedicollins

"Is someone out there? I'm warning you, I've had a messed up day and I'm not in the mood for any more games."

[wednesdaysmanbitch]

like for something smoll from shadow

[wednesdaysmanbitch]

@roadkillrhonda

“I’m trying to trust you but you’re making it fucking difficult.”

[thatslayer]

Bogside Represent || Shadow & Faith

[wednesdaysmanbitch]

thatslayer‌:

               "He’s a God, dude. That’s how being a god works.“ as if he doesn’t know? He’s working for a damn God, himself, and Faith doesn’t quite accept that he’s as dumb as all that. She’s finally close enough to get a good look at him in this din, this fog and dark that could be pea soup for as thick as it is, "Hey, if you’re not down with the whole ‘deity’ thing, what the hell are you doing following Wednesday around like a tail? Word in the Shadow World says you’re his 'man’, whatever the hell that means.”

“For the record, I don’t burn horses. Don’t even have a car, yo. Where the hell am I gonna get horses? Use your head.”

Shadow lowers his brow. She's incredible and audacious. He doesn't mean that in a good way. And... she reminds him of someone? He can't put his finger on exactly who but it's making him uneasy.

He chooses to ignore the fact that she feels the need to remind him that Wednesday is a god. Fuck. He knows and not because Wednesday told him so. Maybe he hasn't accepted it yet on a conscious level but Shadow feels Wednesdays divinity in his bones and it calls to him.

"I just work for him." is his response. Something about the way she talks makes it sound like he and Wednesday are lovers or something instead of a boss and his employee, "I know what I'm getting out of this," he lies, "What's he offering you?"

[wednesdaysmanbitch]

shadow x faith

ok but i love them already?

[1liv]

[thatslayer]

Bogside Represent || Shadow & Faith

[wednesdaysmanbitch]

thatslayer‌:

           "Depends on what you mean.“ she eases just a few inches further back on the hood so she can tuck one of her legs beneath her, "I mean, I converted about ten years ago? Give or take. Saw the light, I guess. Saved, even.”

When he shrugs, so does she. Barely there and then it’s gone, and she’s slowly getting to her feet. Crossing the yard or two to where Shadow’s standing, pushing her free hand in her pocket while the other flicks ash off the end of her cigarette, “Actual job, though? Man. Three days-ish. Didn’t even know working for Odin was an option. Shows what I know, don’t it?”

“... You saw the light? Wait, do you worship him?” he asks and folds hims arms. He’s interested because all this talk of followers and worship and he’s never actually met someone who looked at Wednesday and saw a god. Probably because everyone he meets is a god themselves.

“I have to ask, how does that work? Do you pray to him or,” the very thought of it makes Shadow chuckle, “Burn horses? Wait, you don’t burn horses right?”

[thatslayer]

Bogside Represent || Shadow & Faith

[wednesdaysmanbitch]

thatslayer‌:

            “So,” if ever there was a time to keep your mouth shut? It’s right now. In the belly of some sort of proverbial beast, awaiting the promised arrival of her own God made flesh and all Faith can think to do is make small talk — this waiting crap is uncomfortable, especially given that they’re standing bog-side close enough to New Orleans that Faith can almost smell Marcel Gerard’s over-the-top cologne on the wind. She’s sitting on a car that’s not hers, perched over the headlight and lighting a cigarette, “How long you worked for Mr. Big?”

@wednesdaysmanbitch @samattheend​

“Wednesday?” he asks, having to think over the question. He really doesn’t know. Shadow, well his life isn’t a blur but he now knows he can’t be sure when it all started or why. 

He feels out of place in comfortable clothes after living in a sharp suit for weeks. Even at this bend in the river with it’s murky water, almost black. The tall grass sways in an easy night wind and until she spoke he found his thoughts breezing away with it. 

Shadow just shrugs. He’s never seen her before tonight and she doesn’t need his life story, “Couple of weeks. You?”