eat your heart out, o' child of heaven. like that, even the gods are primed for slaughter. --- (fandomless oc / low activity)
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poise and demeanor and power - unchanged yet ever so fractionally glowing, ascending to the heights of one who has some amount of experience in looking downwards. but it is not the kind of person who looks down even as their own feet remain planted in the earth, it is the kind of person who looks down because they themselves exist above the world itself.
or something to that effect. perhaps you're wrong with your judgment, as fanciful as you like to be. but you will make a modest bet on the guess anyway.
"Kratos." an acknowledgement and a test of the syllables. your smile doesn't falter despite it all - growing instead. so, so very amused, and still so. even though the smart thing would be to bow your head a bit, show some humility... well, as the mythos go, it was hubris that brought low the heavenly messengers; the morning star, the brightest pinnacle of the sky, was unceremoniously tossed into the earth's dregs for the simple sin of pride. supposedly.
supposedly.
the thought sharps your smile for a second - too sharp, a little bitter. but it's a passing thought so it's an equally passing feel, and your mere curiosity for the present resumes its primary place after.
"What a fine name, my good sir! In my homeland, there's a figure of myth with that same name - a divine figure meant to embody the idea of strength, serving the king of all gods as a hound of his rule. Ignoring any unpleasant details, it is a name connoting power. A good name for a good child, yes?"
you laugh, the sound tinkling like a nymph's chimes. "And a child you might just well be, in the eyes of the vast, endless expanse of all in existence. Or are you as old as the nothingness between worlds? Older than the primordial origin of the universe itself? If you are, I'll have to excuse myself there - not even I'm that old. But from what you've said so far, I'll take a guess on my spinning bottle and say you aren't. Not nearly, at least. You're at least an old-sounding middle aged old man, and old enough to have known what war truly means."
idly, and somewhat performatively, you stroke your chin, a thoughtful gesture. "All the more reason, in that sense, that I must play games, Mister Oldie Knight Guy. Even if you're super wise and super smart and super experienced - with age comes stagnancy, the curse of predictability and habit and safe choices. It would be a practical thing if you learned to loosen up some more. But in my sole case, I just like having a fun time by—as you put it—regularly getting a rise out of people, and some more! Not to say the mask is false, per say."
you shrug. "Youths like me should just enjoy life to its fullest after all, before we lose the ability to. Though that doesn't mean it can't be regained - and the same goes for you too. As you say, there'll always be something that remains, so maybe your lost childhood innocence and wonder is somewhere in there too. Maybe? Can't know without finding out.
"So why not play the game for a while? Spin the bottle, trade questions and answers. Maybe you'll rekindle the joy of discovery and the innocence of learning. Remember what it means to be a man again - not that you really need that much of a nudge to do so, if you ask me, Mister Rusty Hair Man. Because I'll have to disagree and say there's no such thing as a man who ever transcends themselves—man will always be so, if not in skin than in their heart and soul." a pause. tone dropping quieter, for the briefest of heartbeats - "A man who isn't a man is just a monster otherwise."
"Anyway!" —cheerful! "Pleaaaaase won't you humor my silly little jokes to pass the time, Sir Taller Old Man? Or are you really so much in a hurry that you'd rather just have everything be so boringly straightforward? Liiiive a little!"
his smile withers to nothing , right before the young women's eyes. how long had it been since kratos was seen as young , since someone met his prose and otherworldly gaze back with its own? ( too long to keep track and far too long for him to care for the specifics ): weather the spoken tongue is of god or beast is irrelevant: kratos can tell that she , too , plays the same part in this play on life's ever moving stage ( in this fabrication upon fabrication ): the women is no more ordinary than he and ordinary is a word not used amongst his vernacular often. modern man would give them wolves among sheep ( a shepherd amongst its own herd ): devils in the presence of heaven --- angels at the gates of hell ( they do not belong here ): mayhaps , neither belongs anywhere. what was a coward made god? nothing more than what still remained buried under false holy skin. these where the people that interested kratos the most after living for aeons and aeons --- individuals that kept him guessing , individuals that kept his blade sharpened.
listening to her is easy and following her strange mannerism is just as well. once , long ago he'd once been like her: so young , so wild , so free: a knight who wanted to do right by the people and end a thousand year war of senseless bloodshed. but , that was how the mighty and righteous always began ( so full of hope and life and optimism ): the realities of the world had a knack for knocking one down. to taking all emotion but grief and depression --- stripping any ability for one to see color , for one to hold any laughter. ❝ man may always be man young lady but some do forge a path beyond. not all that one does is always foretold by how they began. ❞ it is here that kratos crosses his arms over his chest ( to feel the feel of his arms , nothing more ): people that came from the same worldview may have boarded the same ship home but both would have the harbor as they say. ❝ much more than studied wisdom i can assure. it is no different than an illiterate man learning to read and do script or a youth learning the rules of the hunt. a piece of the identity before will always remain. ❞ it is here that his arms unfold , his arm extending to pop itself on his waist the same side as his concealed blade.
❝ kratos. ❞ surname unneeded and it is here that he hovers for a lingering moment , fixing his eyes on the curl of her lashes then on her smiling lips ( her expression something oddly twisted , a look that vaguely reminded him of a mithos slipped deep into madness ): her voice was sugary sweet but still eerie --- seemingly slithering like the tongue of an unbecoming garden's snake in eden. ❝ any other details are unimportant. do these quirks of yours regularly get a rise out of others? or would this be , as you said: one of many varieties of face paints to wear. ❞ it is more statement than question. curiosity make itself clear in the dark of his irises , he moves a bit closer towards her and his aura grows even grander ( makes him seem even taller ): casting a downward glare at her self-satisfied expression. ❝ i cannot say that i have , young lady. my youth was spent during a time of war and not much time for leisure. why make it a game? why not simply ask and i can do the same. if you do not wish to answer , you have the right not to speak. ❞
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Patti Smith, from “Year of the Monkey”
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so this accidentally got out of hand
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eyyyy I finally got another concept design down
still not feeling sai tho wwww
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they’re the exact same person.
also I really want to do some cool photoset idea but lmaooo can’t muster the wholesome effort for it wwwwwwwwww
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the thing about me is I'm cute, laid back and easy going but in like a really intense and stressful kinda way
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Justice reversed and Nine of Swords
You're losing sleep over the unfairness of it all.
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this man has quite the red hair, you think.
red not like apples, not like roses, not even blood. it's a darker hue; red like rust, like aged wine. it contrasts well with his countenance - a young man, yet too severe in expression to be that young at all. youth, after all, is bursting with liveliness, with inexperience, with a lack of a need to know how to perfectly and eloquently compose oneself.
suffice to say - interesting! this little sojourn already has some color to it.
"Little baring?" you repeat, mimicking the naive innocence of birds as you tilt your head. you proceed to break that impression immediately after with a sharp, amused look. "Yes, how well put. Whoever and whatever and wherever the question - in the end, it doesn't matter much, does it? After all, a person is hardly changed after asking such things. You shall always be you, young man."
a bark of a laugh, short but rough. "But even so, visages can very deceiving, don't you think, Mister? A person shall always be a person, but there's so many varieties of face paints to wear, impressions to cultivate, terms of addressal - you understand, yes? If I'm correct in my guesses, I think you have the wisdom to understand, at least. Though of course! No need to indulge me if you don't feel like it, but—"
you shrug, casual as you lean a little with unrestrained curiosity now. "You could at least offer a name, old man. And I'll be polite and offer one in return. And if you want, we can then part ways here -
"Or, we can play my favorite guessing game in the entire grand universe!" you clap your hands together like some eager seal, grinning so cheerfully, all your sharp and loose and whatever edges are barrelled over yet again. "How about it, Sir Rusty Hair? I for one prefer guessing about people! Names, faces, demeanor, selves, ideals and truths - like a very elaborate game of spin the bottle! You have played some variant of spin the bottle before, yes?"
☆ — @albaitross.
if asked ‘what is the point in having wings?’, he gives answer upon the altar — to remind humanity that even gods can be locked to their thrones of shimmering silver stars and chained by divinity. even those blessed with domain over a populace with immense faith , so too did a god have to serve those of little , if having any faith in deities or higher beings at all. still , the duty and grief forged celestial continues to repeat this train of thought within the depth of his mind ( wandering, even if not lost: is still a terribly lonely affair ): maybe this was why all of glory kept to the heavens but even with unclipped wings, his feet longed for the familiarity of earth’s solid ground. kratos stops as the silhouette of a young women conquers his expansive field of vision and manages to give an ancient catacombs a bit of reprise. it was not often the last remaining head of cruxis cross paths with another who bore a inkling to his own — and aselia's overseer knew it would not be his last for as long as he still drifted space with and without derris-kharlan.
❝ where i was prior and who i was is of little baring to the visage before you , young lady. ❞ of course , to those of different and modern tongues kratos spoke as old as the stars that littered the skies ( he was never one for keeping up with the times ): especially , not when it meant encountering one who's origins could differ greatly from his own war waged ones.
#ic ;#osovereign#(ty for the starter!! it works p well yesh owo. enjoy may pulling out three different personality acts to mess with kratos immediately lol)
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Velimir Khlebnikov, Collected Works, Vol. 3: Selected Poems, tr. by Paul Schmidt
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doodling my girl for the first time in ten million years (my girl when she bothers to actually dress up) (and wear some makeup) (it felt like Informed Attractiveness trope in full effect until i doodled this bc she IS pretty she IS!!!!!!!!! when she wants to be) (which is never half the time)
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At the end of my rope and it keeps getting longer like some sort of clown handkerchief bit?
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stares blandly for a solid ten seconds before returning an equally, disgustingly sweet smile of her own. though there's an undercurrent of something genuinely pleased to it regardless.
"good! i would be a bit disappointed otherwise, y'know? youths are all about that damnation of stuff and more stuff, but that's certainly no excuse for forgoing style in the process."
and as if to prove her point, she pulls out a smoking pipe from her bag - sleek and gold-gilded, a thing you'd see in old movies on mafia and hanamachi courtesans. she waves the end of it at Smiley Boy. "though, i personally think you could be a bit more stylish about it. don't you agree?"
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may vc: oh thank god it's not a vape
TAKES A DRAG FROM HIS CIGARETTE. Gives her the most saccharine smile ever. ❝ It may not look like it, but I happen to have standards, May-san. ❞
#ic ;#drolliic#djdjsjdjdjsjjsis i cant tell if may is subtly approving of his standards or is trying to one-up him somehow
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