#ᵒᵖᵉⁿ ʸᵒᵘʳ ʰᵉᵃʳᵗ ᵗᵒ ᵐᵉ ᵇᵃᵇʸ; OPEN.

[divinamour]

    “Hey. Don’t get upset, but I’m using your likeness to make content on the internet. It’s going pretty well, so don’t be surprised if people start looking at you differently.”

[divinamour]

    “Hey! C’mere, hold my hand! It’s not a proper marriage proposal, I promise. Just some friendly hand holding on a moonlit night~”

[divinamour]

"I wear His sins as a veil. I am ANOINTED by them... I am Cosmic Hunger Bound To Flesh! And it is all because of HIM that I am cursed to live this way... a curse I have spread, as a plague, across His feeding grounds. I don't ask for forgiveness, for there is no forgiving what I am... I ask only that you understand."

[divinamour]

    “Do you ever think about how much... radiation is flooding this planet? Leaving the ‘gamma’ alone, which is insanely prevalent for absolutely no reason, Alpha? Beta? EM? The way all of that nonsense finds its way into people, stories, places? It’s as if the majority of this vein of existence was carved out in fear of radioactive armageddon...”

[divinamour]

    “I doubt Emma will mind if I borrow her like this. Really, can you blame a princess for playing at being a queen from time to time?”

[divinamour]

    “So this is my WARDROBE!” It’s a building. It’s a full-sized building, like a whole three-story brownstone. It used to be the pool house, but she had it remodeled, and extended, and painted in pastels! “I keep ALL of my costumes in here. My outfits, my cosplays, my wigs. Oh my GOD, so many wigs. EVERY bit of make-up I’ve ever bought, or stolen, or been gifted, or bribed with... 

  I can walk in here, spend a good twelve minutes faffing about, and then walk out as a totally new person! Wanna see?”

[divinamour]

    “This is why I've come to you, and why you've come to me, Beloved. You are so flawed, so in need of what I can give you... I love you too.”

OPEN. Return of the Goddess

[divinamour]

    “Believe in love, and nothing else.”

[divinamour]

    “Don’t-! Ahhh... haha, uh! Don’t be scared! I’m actually here to help? Gimme your hand, gonna try to- Ooh, hang on.” Ankolika, gaze bouncing from the chaos around her to the person just before her, wiped her hand on the front of her jacket before offering it again. “Sorry. Sweaty... Nervous. C’mon, let’s go!”

[divinamour]

    “Too little iron. Muscles too dry. Unseasoned. Flavorless. Boring. Boring. This meal was boring... I hate boring meals. Why would you do this to me? Your favorite person in the universe?”

[divinamour]

    “It’s okay, baby, you don’t have to be nervous~” The soft cooing, the light vocal fry, the warm and almost hypnotic eye contact? All tricks of my trade, invaluable tools I’d used to steal the hearts & wills of hundreds before, and soon to be hundreds after. It’s not that I don’t love you, and it’s not that I’m not overjoyed every time I see you, it’s just hard to turn off the persona once it clicks on. You’ll forgive me though, I know it. You always do. “What’s the trouble, darling. Open up to me~”

[divinamour]

    “Okay, YES! I was work-married to a republican space cop once. That was a LONG while ago, and I am very sorry for the part I played in making the system unnecessarily worse for everyone. My bad, everyone! That’s on me...”

[divinamour]

    “Say you’re my best friend, or I will ruin you.”