#𝖝. *ੈ ˖ ° ⥽ beast is a title earned in blood / beware for a beast may yet be beautiful ⥼ ⅋. v — pjo

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even for my kind, pain still hurts. / maysnaps nyx

⊹ ⁺ is this meme in the room with us? ) NOT ACCEPTING!

        A PANG OF MEMORY;    WE HAVE BEEN HERE BEFORE.   the night unfolds before her,    endlessly expanded outward towards every horizon.    the dragon responds to the gloom-stricken mansion.   the doors of death looming and yet it is the witch who dithers upon the threshold entirely engulfed by the presence of the goddess.   she feels no fear    ━    there is a lulling calm,    the evening has always agreed with her;    harbored her and sheltered her.   the sheer time she seemed to possess in those ancient eyes somehow seemed kinder than the storm-filled gaze of her father.    IF HER PRESENCE HER SIGNIFIED DEATH THEN WHAT OTHER TERROR COULD FILL HER HEART?   

        the former handmaiden seems to be recalling past protocol then    ━    she was no stranger to being in the employ of the divine.   although aeaea was more prison than palace,    she could imagine attending to these halls would require far more from her than gathering moly and mixing brews.     ❛   even so,    i think it would be incredibly foolish for someone to try to hurt you,    my lady.    you would return that pain tenfold and perhaps even more so...    ❜    wild creature,    maybe this was simply her presumption as a lesser more untamed form of divinity.   

         ❛   i'm not supposed to stay here,    am i?   ❜    this is the first pang of unease.    she cannot recall how she had arrived in the domain of shadows.    it was quite common for her kind to perish young,    living brief but glorious lives cut short by agony    (   did you think you were more clever than rest?    perhaps the exception given your bloodline...   )    it mattered little when the king of olympus had little love for his kin.   

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       SHE SULKS IN THE DUSKY RETREAT OF DAYLIGHT.   she takes to moss like rabbits do burrows,   like deer do the dense wood.  a creature in hiding but she expects her withdrawal to be witnessed.   her feet are bare and her skirts are wrought in damp and earth but it is not the stained dress that incurs her upset,  or even the small patchwork of yellowing leaves giving caution to the dry season ahead.   the demigoddess had abandoned the well-tended confines of the gardens for the unkempt majesty of the thick of the forest.   in her wake she had littered petals laced with illuminated enchantment,  morsels of magic to lead her pupil to where she had dressed the wilderness as her laboratory for the day.   although,   when @daylighter​​ came upon her he would find she had moved from the stone slab table to kneel in the grass a few paces away,   gathering up mushroom caps and minerals for further brews.   SHE CHOOSES TO IGNORE HIS APPROACH,   ON THE VERGE OF TANTRUM.   refusing to turn from her collection of which she pursues with calculated measurement   ━    a picture of a sour scholar.  

        ❛   you were supposed to be here an hour ago.   ❜   the white stem of a destroying angel is weighed her palm;   its promise of delirium and death an enchanting prospect given the circumstances   ━   not that she could use such a weapon to wage war on his nervous system  (   not when all this bacteria already ran viscous in his veins,   vaguely she wondered if she could procure a vial of his blood for such purposes   )   but the scientist was forced to reconcile with her position as a scorned lover today.   the romance of toxicology would have to wait for another occasion.   though,   this fact did not stop her from penciling in 'blood',  double-underlined,   in her reference journal before continuing on her tirade.   ❛   did you only agree to lessons to indulge my curiosity?   ❜  she unfolds herself from her crouch,  rising while swiping away at wayward plant matter that burrowed itself within the fabric of clothing.    her basket of materials swayed violently at the crease of her elbow,   forced into momentum with the swiftness of her shifting position.    ❛   i have better things to do with my time than sit around and wait for you,  general.   ❜

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⊹                  @parabathai​​​ sent  💬  for a line from a sentence meme 

      THESE GARDENS ARE AN OASIS THOUGH NOT OF HER OWN MAKE.  the dragon provides a supplemental touch of charm to the crawling ivy vine walls.  quicksilver eyes cast over the blush expanse,  bobbing lily flowers in shallow pools around them swaying with their fountain current.  the sun is a sliver of citrus souring and spilling over the horizon line.  the resulting luster is a muted effulgence catching the two demigoddesses in relief awashed in the dawn;  the gilt and lavender a pallid reenactment of jupiter's colors.   it is a rare sight,   not the birth of a new day but the sky daughter at the helm of it.  seizing the morning hours by the very arteries by cutting into her own though not in such a severe fashion.  when the pin pricks the pad of her finger it is with a practiced passivity that she endures the momentary pain.  the indifference is accompanied by passing fatigue as she faces the praetor.   ❛   it costs us blood and tears,  but it’s worth the price.   ❜   the spellwork is nestled in each drop of vermillion that falls upon the earth and the sibilant chant which empowers it;   the snake's song 

      ❛  this looks impressive but it is just a fancy way of keeping the deer and rabbits from getting into the vegetable patches.  ❜   MAGIC IN PLACE OF MUNDANE FEATS,   THIS IS HOW I WAS RAISED.   a hedge sorceress in many ways,   someone constantly relegated to the fringes but the need to hide no longer persisted.   ❛  did our lady ever teach you the craft?  i think you might have the hands for it.  ❜  she is not as tactful with her speech as she sound be,  the mistress of beasts had a notably tenuous relationship with many of her past handmaidens  (  though she means no malice with the recollection of memory as she is held hostage by her own waking malaise  )

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