#& a glimpse into the void ( unspecified verse ) ♠

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❝ Is there are particular reason as to why you're staring at me like that? ❞

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@kxllerblond continued from here ♠

The witch lets out a sharp, cold, almost cruel laugh as if her laughter could be anything but cold. She regards him much in the same way he gazed at her, features arrange to show nothing but a careful indifference. But indifference was far from the truth.

❝ I don't recall asking you a question. I was stating a fact. Or do you think you're above the truth of the world ? ❞

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There's a curious glint in her eye as she speaks though that glint is never far away. Always so hungry for more. To have more. To KNOW more. She longed to fill that ever growing void in her chest.

❝ Death is such an interesting concept. How does one even begin to explain what it is to die ? My death was... EXCRUTIATING. ❞

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❛   you stain the pages with yourself.  ❜  

QUOTES THAT BROKE ME - accepting // @lotuskissed

     She couldn't help that the inky blackness within her that spilled out from her freely, no matter where she went. Death was a well-known companion, a familiar second shadow. Of course she spoiled everything she touched, she should be dead.

     ❝ There is little we, as people, can touch without RUINING it. I am no exception to that fact. ❞

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❝ Depends on the day. But I can always keep this tone with you if that's what you so desire. ❞

Eyes flash dangerously as blood red lips curl into a matching grin. Always one to make an impression on those she met - though SO FEW of those impressions could be considered good.

His tone, however, does not go unnoticed; it only goads her further, feeds the wickedness that has taken home in her body. How could she pass such a golden opportunity for some fun ? To dig the knife even further.

❝ Is there something I can assist you with ? Or are you here to further INTERRUPT my unpacking ? ❞

𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘢𝘭 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘴𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦. benefit of the doubt soon assumes its role: oh, she didn't mean that. surely she didn't mean that. an act of speculation, an arching brow ; he takes advantage of the still room, reading it slowly⠀⠀and with great caution, too. the possibility exists that she had simply caught him on one of his better days. he hasn't lashed out yet. heinrich only clears his throat. ⠀⠀⠀𝙡𝙤𝙪𝙙𝙡𝙮.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀‟ ⠀𝚒 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠.⠀ ⠀” ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀he doesn't spare her from his own, sharp contribution, as if to keep her on her toes. an insignificant act of self-proclaimed retribution that can only protect his pride and cater to his ego. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀‟ ⠀i'm familiar with the shop hours, thank you... are you 𝙣𝙤𝙧𝙢𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮 this ill - tempered with your clients or am i the special exception ?⠀ ⠀” ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀hypocrite.

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"&" (from Alyrys)

TRACING SCARS - accepting // @theholysoldier ♠

The witch hums softly at the sensation of fingers running over her back. She wasn't shy about her scars - she wore them proudly. It was rare, however, that she allowed someone else to touch them. Perhaps it was because Alyrys had been there with her when she earned them. Perhaps she was just desperate for the touch of another.

❝ At times, it's as though I can still FEEL the flames. ❞

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🔪 :) LMAO

HOLD A KNIFE TO HER THROAT - accepting // @clownwork ♠

A wicked smile curves blood red lips at the sensation of sharp metal pressed against soft skin. Amber eyes peer at the clown before her, watching his every move, every TWITCH of his features. There's a wild look in her gaze that whispers DO IT - it has been some time since she's felt the sting of a blade. Oh how she missed the violence. The witch pushes forward, a hiss slipping through toothy grin as the slightest trickle of crimson rolls down her neck.

❝ ... and for your next trick ? ❞

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TRACING SCARS - accepting // @luposcainus ♠

Hand pulls away from him swiftly at the sensation of fingers on her skin. It was a natural reflex for her to recoil from the touch of others - such the contradiction she was. The witch both craved and feared the feeling of fingers against her flesh.

❝ Sorry... ❞

A heavy sigh falls from her lips as she returns her hand to him for inspection. Soft skin is marred with small scars, evidence of her forbidden magics.

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DO YOU THINK ASTHORA IS ATTRACTIVE - always accepting // @therelentless

A sly smile slowly graces her lips as she nearly bats her lashes at Nandor. She crosses her arms behind her back, head tilting coyly as she speaks.

❝ Why haven't you said anything sooner ? The feeling is mutual. ❞

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❛  we’ve got some time to kill so why don’t you tell me a little about yourself ?  ❜ (Ninshubur)

FIRST MEETINGS - accepting // @sepsuism ♠

She scoffs quietly and shakes her head. Her story was not exactly suitable for light conversation. But then, when did she truly care about the comfort of others ? Did she not absolutely relish making others squirm ? The being beside her surely could stomach some of the more GRISLY details of her life.

❝ I was burnt to death... If that's the sort of information you are after. ❞

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❛  here, i noticed you lost this earlier.  ❜ (Utu)

FIRST MEETING STARTERS - accepting // @sepsuism ♠

It takes a moment for the witch to comprehend what the other has said; it takes even longer for her to realize the article in question - her tarot deck. Asthora sucks a sharp breath in as her eyes widen slightly. She can feel the rage heating from within her chest. How could she be so careless ? The SENTIMENTALITY of the cards far outweighed their actual function. Asra was gone. They were all she had left of him.

❝ How long have you had this ? ❞

A pause.

❝ Thank you for returning it. ❞

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❝ Many creatures have a prejudice against blood magic. It's nothing new. ❞

Pale hand gives a wave in dismissal - the animal did not bother her. If anything, it brings half of a smile to her features. The witch's gaze lingers at the corner where the tail disappeared, her mind wandering briefly to her own familiar. Her BELOVED Orius - the blue tongue skink that was undoubtedly napping at home.

Few quiet seconds pass before she trains her amber eyes on Minjoon. Arms cross behind rigid back as she slowly closes the distance between them. His kindness felt strange, alien - so often was she met with outright hostility. Not that she didn't bring upon some of that hostility herself.

❝ Yes... I'm in need of a library, or book shop, or even a museum. There are some particular texts that I'm searching for. ❞

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ㅤㅤ" you'll have to forgive me, it's been a while since i've spoken with another witch. i'm in the habit of speaking from a more mundane point of view these days. " his own fault for not engaging as much in the magical community as he used to, as he expects to hear from suwon later. —speaking of his familiar...

ㅤㅤ" ...forgive him too, if you would. " a thumb gestures in the direction of a bristling orange tail that disappears around a nearby corner. " apparently he has some prejudice against blood magic that i wasn't aware of. 니가 뭔데?! " the latter words called after uppity familiar with a scoff, minjoon finally settles his full attention upon asthora, a glint of intrigue in his eyes. it's not often he receives a visit from a witch who isn't from the area, but it's certainly interesting the odd time it does happen.

ㅤㅤ" you said you were looking for something? i can't promise that i'll be of much help, but i'll certainly try. "

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'' i can't have my first kiss be with some stranger, so could you please practice with me? '' / you had me at she's mean!

KISS THE WITCH - accepting // @cchilyoja

Some stranger. As if they weren't practically perfect strangers themselves. The sentiment makes Asthora laugh as a genuine smile blooms across her face; a bloom doomed to die just as quickly as it lived. The witch tilts her head gently, her eyes trained on his face trained on his lips. There's a predatory glint in her eye as she steps ever closer, impatiently closing the space between them. She has her prey, she wants to bite.

❝ Oh my dear. You don't know me at all. ❞

Slender fingers delve into his hair as dark lips hungrily crash down on his. Asthora greedily drinks him in as she kisses him. She parts all too quickly to gaze at him with a wicked grin painted across her face. The witch wanted more, the gnawing hunger deep within core always so unsatisfied.

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❛  do i have something on my face or why do you keep looking (Inanna)

Ah, she'd been caught. The witch nodded her head, gaze shifting away momentarily only to return to Inanna mere moments later. Asthora was rarely one to APOLOGIZE; she didn't care who she hurt. The world certainly never cared who hurt her. But she did not have a death wish, quite the opposite, so apologies were not out of the realm of possibility.

Her tongue slid slowly across her teeth as she contemplated what to say next. So unlike her to be rendered speechless, as though her sharp tongue had suddenly dulled.

❝ I am... simply admiring. Respectfully, of course. I'm sorry if that caused you alarm. ❞

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❛  are you always this straightforward with strangers ?  ❜ (Erra)

The ghost of a smile flickered across Asthora's face; the warmth that touched her cold features left just as quickly as it arrived. She couldn't afford warmth, lest it melt away the icy walls she so CAREFULLY crafted. Death clung to her tightly, mirrored every step she took, touched everything she loved. How could she not be so cold ?

She forced out a laugh, but the mirth never reached her amber hued eyes. Uncertainty tainted her every move, plagued her every thought how does one speak to a GOD ?

❝ Yes, I'd say I usually am. What good does it do me to waste time with inconsequential pleasantries ? You, however, are not the average stranger, now are you ? ❞

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     She shoots him a deadly gaze, expression tainted with irritation. Dark brow arches high over amber eye in response to his observation.

     ❝ I would've dolled up had I known you'd be looking at me so CLOSELY. ❞

❛❛ [ ... ] you're wearin' your skin like it's too tight. ❜❜

— 𝚜̲𝚝̲𝚊̲𝚛̲𝚝̲𝚎̲𝚛̲ 𝚌̲𝚊̲𝚕̲𝚕̲ ♡ @plaguefated ↷ bulls make money - chiodos.