#arastiia

[mamaterasu]

Offered tea is bitter; citrusy, easily matching the very scent that usually clung to WARRIOR's every move. Handed porcelain was meant to perhaps hint at a desire for PEACE. -- who knew? Own tea cup only half-full, distraction found when steely eyes fixated onto the other. None of them had spoken ever since they gathered for lioness had no clue how to begin. What to say & what words to swallow; atypically hard for someone deemed so eloquent. "I apologize." Finally; tone firm but genuine,at least.

darkness bleeds from weary eyes, they are almost glacial like this, half - starved yet enduring. she wonders how many tears she has wept when no one dared asked. she wonders how it is that a girl can become a lion with no hide upon her skin, with fangs bared. she wonders many things & she cannot help it. their previous encounter proved fruitless if it weren’t for the smallest possibility that kiryuin satsuki could find the earth again. that she could somehow root herself betwixt oak & vine. 

wildflowers are craved not because they are many but because they endure in such terrain. they are souls born from dust, salt & rain. even if she was bred for purpose the great goddess cannot help but think she a flower grown from struggle. one who does not fear the wolf for its appearance & threw away mortal desires. her spine forms glacial points where she settles a single cup before her furry companion. heels click their same tune though there is a sudden change of tune. her dance spirals outwards instead of inwards. 

she squares her shoulders. a gaze. a smile. 

❛ i forgive you. ❜

there is nothing to forgive. 

❛ you do not need to be so stiff, my friend ❜

we are both warriors. 

@arastiia.

[hekigankiseki]

@arastiia

                         “Oh? It would seem that I’m not alone for the moment...” For a realm that lies deep within the collective unconscious of humanity, there isn’t anything that will go unnoticed by the wielder of the Universe Arcana. Minato then rises from his seat on the golden floor, turning away from the massive gate that he created all those years ago to face the newest visitor of the Realm of the Great Seal. “How’d you end up here, of all places?”

[way-of-flowers]

"I would think you would be used to this by now?"

Swan Princess Starters - Still Accepting!

Such a simple phrase has the impact of a cold steelknife. ‘Use to this? Use to this?’ Yes, of course. Why shouldn’t she be? What wasanother student’s DEATH? What was another meaningless loss. Another poor,unfortunate fool. All her fault. ALL HER BLAME. 

(No.. No, no, no… No, this wasn’t supposed to happen.They weren’t supposed to die! How could one test go so horrifically wrong?! Thepoison shouldn’t have been that effective, those…IDIOTS! FOOLS! How could theybe so careless with the dosage?! Why didn’t they listen to her!? She warned them, she KNOWS about poisons better than anyone, so WHY—?!)

Veiled under a motionless mask. This time, it felt effortless. Frozen. Still. As she sits like a perfect statue in the aftermath of her decisions, of an experiment gone wrong only half an hour before. Pathetic were her frustrations, her petty rage. All aweak cover to her own guilt. For a shameless sin committed: She allowed this.She condoned the use of test subjects for the toxins, poisons—HER poisons. Allfor the sake of knowing her weapons were functional. Signed her name andeverything. All except her actual s o u l. 

With Satsuki Kiryuin, once standing witness, now finding her again. Why was she here? To berate her? Can’t she be left alone to remove her artificial facade, her act of pretending this shouldn’t—didn’t bother her anymore? No, instead she has to save face (again), because Lady Satsuki will NOT accept weakness.Because she SHOULD be used to this. It wasn’t the first unfortunate death…and it certainly would not be the last. Whether it be by her or someone else’s actions. 

“…On the contrary, My Lady. If I become too used to it,then the fine line between necessary sacrifices and needless slaughter willbegin to blur…and this will all become utterly pointless.”

Damnit. Hold your tongue. (’Ha.’) Stay calm. (’It’s notlike she cares.’) Remain composed. (What’s another low-life No-Star to a Queen?) Keep yourexpression motionless and still. (’After all, she’s HER daughter after all.’) Do not betraythose pathetic feelings—to Satsuki Kiryuin of all people. Everything lockeddown. Shutting off everything, not daring to think too deeply, to feel anythingwhile they’re were witnesses. Concealing to hide how much it HURTS…

“Forgive me. I spoke out of terms. I am to blame. The dosagewas too…potent.”

But all Mio wanted to do was s c r e a m. She hated herself. So angry, so petty in her mind.

“We’ll have to lower it next time, or try somethingelse entirely.”

She did this. She killed them. It wasn’t Lady Satsuki’sflaunt: It was H e r s.

“At least it wasn’t too painful a passing.”

Because truly, Mio really wasn’t any better than therest.

“Shall I personally inform the student’s family?”

{ @arastiia }

[wargod-archive]

@arastiia The strong and the bold, a light florescent and ethereal. The power of A THOUSAND SUNS  ✧・ﾟ: *✧  

              MAIDENS, QUEENS, EMPRESSES, CONQUERORS, such of the way of the strongest, blessed woman. Arita never met the most prominent woman figure in their life, but she touched their soul and led them through the darkest of times. An oracle who harnessed the darkness of yore, a witch to some and a saint to many. HEAVEN FEARED HER and mortals worshiped. She was never meant for that limelight but she wore it well. Dazzling stars, cosmic dust, super novae and ephemeral in her eyes before it’s swallowed by pitch black. The deity looked back on her, never knowing her, never once seeing her as she was gone before their own birth, but the earn that carries her ashes tells fortunes. 

                Arita sees someone in YOU. Someone who has aged beyond her years but never died. A soul steady but fierce with flame. They look onto you kindly, a content smile gracing their features as it always did.  ❛   Are you the ruler here? You have the air of the wise and powerful, it’s actually somewhat intimidating! Although it suits you very well   ❜

[alsuetiius-blog]

a little something for the lovely @arastiia to excuse my lack of activity on this blog and for being so fckn slow with her icons <3 they specifically fit your blog aesthetic and I hope you like them :3

[diiscordare]

                            “You have POWER.” The sentence is rumbled deep, bordering as a growl that forms in her throat; as if a warning, an unspoken signal to proceed with caution---but it is rare that powerful beings do as such. Deadly creatures are quick to recognize beings in similarity, and Adrastia renders no different as sharp gaze narrows upon the unknown.                   Nostrils flare, talons drip with the blood of another who lays deceased, their identity unimportant aside from the fact that they had been an enemy: one she needed dead, and it seemed no one else but herself was capable of managing it. Despite what little magic dwindles in this world, beings of the essence still linger, and some had history with flaming imperatrix that was all but positive.

                  “I can smell it on you---so odd, for mortals.” There is no use in disguising her status given monstrous appearance goes unmasked, spiked tail swaying, wings slightly open. “And one so young. I hope you are not here to CHALLENGE ME.”

                  & @arastiia

[endgifts-blog]

Actual Lucina, okay? I love your dedication, please keep going.

( how good of a lucina tamer am i? // open )

INHALES SHARPLY. THIS MEANS SM COMING FROM YOU BC UR SATSUKI??? BOMB DOT COM??? SO GOOD??? SUCH GOOD DEPTH???? ASTOUNDING, REALLY. SO  J U ST,,,, HECK,,, also i will keep going bc i love luci goosey so much she’s my sweet baby girl who can kICK MY ASS.

[absolutiia-blog]

YOUR CHARACTER IN FIVE QUOTES!

( repost, do not reblog. )

Tell us your favorite quotes from your muse. Give us an idea of who they are by five things they’ve said then tag your friends!!

“Humans are such frail things, are they not?” 

“Poor girl, who doesn’t even know her own limitations... All you can do is go keep your little sister from being lonely.” 

“When man ate the forbidden fruit from the Tree of Knowledge he became ashamed of his nakedness and covered his nethers with fig leaves. From the time humanity first gained free will as human beings, it has been his fate to cover his body in the clothing called sin.” 

“I am the one who knows everything in this world. I am the leader of the Kiryuin Conglomerate, Rag—.”

"It would appear that I still have a bit of humanity left within me... I'll just have to rid myself of it!"

Tagged by: @arastiia & @rosecarnage (nerds :’D). Tagging: Anyone who sees this and wants to do it! 

[henhawks-blog]

*gently stabs tbh*

          A warrior he now witnesses parallel to his maverick-ill impulsion to simply feel and taste blood between his tongue and teeth; his ideal battle ending with the clash of white-hot, burning, like AMATERASU against the skin. Insatiable her steadfast movements are, her eyes swirl with their own jury and court--does this type of justice taste sweet to her?--he coarsely wonders. Her skill into the fray heavily flaunts with each step, each titivated instinct, each prediction flowed at the end of her hand tightly holding the hilt of her sword. The narrow conviction knitted along her brow and lips; he reconciles the likeness to Itachi and his abilities surpassing himself, the clan, everyone---

                                           Shit----------------

           His resolve a mere flicker to her engrossed flames; his sharingan reading, learning, absorbing this new experience--it wouldn’t surface to an even match, the collision of blades--sparks fly in anticipation and foretells the next move will be the last. No malediction within her precision, a seasoned hunter, and everything turns a blinding white for a split second. His defeat clipped around a strangled protest, escalating into a disbelieving shout.

    ❝HA --.....HAHA YOU’RE FUCKING KIDDING ME?❞  I lost. This round.

[narcasse-archive]

💎, just because she can.

send me a 💎 and my muse will rate your muse’s physical appearance on a scale of 1-10

It was not usually appearances that astounds his mind. He views extramural beauty as an art of deception of sorts, made to let a man wallow in elation; but eventually will beauty fade, and all’s left is the realization of one’s foolish fantasies and childish wants. But that was unfair of him - or of anyone - to judge a woman by her appearance when women themselves would be criticized for judging a man by his looks.

          “You are asking me to judge your my your appearance, Miss Satsuki.” They were dancing in the bustle of people and colourful lights, bouncing off walls in a club where they wouldn’t be recognized. It was a desirable escape from their luxurious lives, in comparison to attending meetings and showing up in formal parties. “Were I to go by countenance, you deserve a six to the starkness of your complexion.” He lifts an arm and watches her twirl under his fingers. “-but the applaud of an eight is owed rightfully to the heir of its corporate; you make a fine woman deserving of your position within your company - and I the honour of having you in our designated partnership.”

[uccisore-a-blog]

Satsuki voice: I could actually lend you a pair of my heels.

      jane voice : insulting but i accept .

[godpassed-blog]

@arastiia

     ‘’So what’s this contract for? You want me to deal with this Ragyo person.

[ayanxmi]

"Garbage." Tone ever so spiteful not lacking any of the sharpness which their little 'conversation' undeniably harbored. Patience ran thin; the other spoke of matters far too personal to be simply brushed aside. - WARRIOR had not yet lost carefully kept supremacy but one could feel heavy heart banging in the chest & pulse accelerating whenever another word left collocutor’s lips. "Your assumptions are utterly inane."

❛ Maybe. ❜ Her hue remains cold despite the rising temperature; while she bore the Fruit of Knowledge, never did she claim to know what it was she spoke. For the reason that she held the spirit & wisdom of God gave her perspective had also given the girl a prison in the same sense that she was still but a child ( a shell of one, but still a child )—one whom had only an ill-defined idea of what it's hand grasped at... even if what it reached for was simply what her truest self knew so easily.

It made it all the more difficult to reach out, to hold out this body's hand and heal the damage done to the other's soul. The unmistakable injuries that time had done to the war-torn; the battle-weary; the battered who, like her, lost it's identity from the burden that the world had brought onto them. Isolation worn much like a veil to the dress which was worn to remind the body of it's purpose, and in so doing, divorced herself from the truth that she had only succeeded in bleeding herself dry and making the body hollow. The other's certainty & resolve had also become her own downfall as, much like any self-fulfilling prophecy, had made her future unclear, and once her purpose fulfilled... what then will await her?

Rei had seen the steady fall, the surefooted stumble, and the indomitable inevitably conquered. It never lasted, and what endured for now would eventually succumb when the time came and went. Nothing beside remains, and in the end, despair would be the fate of she who stands alone.

The girl knows this to be true because, once, the child was once like the other.

And now, here she stands: a manikin poised like a person. A husk worn by strings that it had come to despise, but knew not how to be rid of them. A carcass held by what was once mighty, now decrepit and barely clinging and forced to live because of purpose not yet fulfilled... and the body still had miles to go before ‘ The End ’ would come. For that, she would live, but she knew her fate was not uncommon, and as the oracle's eyes looked, the girl could see the same fate in hers.

But, she did not know if she spoke to her knowingly aware of the warrior outside and the conceit it held, or to the wounded lioness inside that once had the innocence of a cub. It was a uncertainty that felt like a blade drawn and quartered at her neck; perhaps an omen of what was to come had she continued to speak, possibly the prelude to the other’s wrath and the death that would befall this shell, this slave.

However, if that be the price to save a life, the price which Knowledge tells her she must take... then she shows no fear for whatever comes next as a result of the rare decision.

❛ But, even the most inane of assumptions can still be right, as it is one of life’s greatest lessons to know that a fool can be right sometimes. ❜

[mamaterasu]

‘ weeping is for gods & martyrs, we cannot afford such luxuries. ’

 grave suggestions. / open.

brilliance was a mockery of the sun, an illusion in ones mind that would suffocate you once reality breathed again. the burning desire for ones own steel reaps the spirit ; for vengeance, for justice. but no matter how great the will to fly is it simply drags you deeper (  deeper, deeper ), till chest collapses, bones break & eyes are sewn shut. there can be no reward from such self-destruction, no flight before the fall, there is only the abyss below where the waters rise & bubble awaiting another soul to consume between its brewing waves. could she not see?  blood is in the water. 

but the moon & sun stood forlorn (  o’ sun why do you look so troubled?  ), parted from one another just as the heavens did shatter & the skies did split. nothing can stop the lingering ache inside her heart, an ache that near consumes her whole. coal eyes fall adrift, if only for a moment, the white-wolf’s gaze is gentle yet the gleam in her eyes did not lie. she has wept a thousand tears & may weep many more until even her body collapses. 

❛then i shall weep for you. ❜

@arastiia.

[groomgore-a]

     WAS IT A CONFUSED OR DISPLEASED expression you’re wearing?     /     albeit, you are sure, that you’re unsure which of the two, suppose a mix of them as the look of a lady so ... frigid was so foreign to eyes who loved a lady who smiled through atlas’ destruction,

     hallow. the face you’re wearing, but a thin line over lips to replace the smile you’d always put on.   ❛   ARE YOU not sated by the design, my dear? is it too dull? too plain or suppose extravagant?   ❜    you question, quite nervously if you must,    ❛    …EASILY fixed. I’m open to suggestions if you are able to provide them, worry not------- i try my best to accept critique.  ❜  @arastiia

[aevyternal]

"That's not exactly a good coping method but quite frankly, I am not one to judge."

Deep Ass Starters || ACCEPTING

@arastiia

    She’s  not  the  FIRST  to  have  made  mention  of ��such,  where  she’s  taken  notice  of  the  WEIGHT  she  places  ‘pon  her  shoulders.  Endlessly,  tirelessly,  working  in  order  to  stay  the  THOUGHTS  that  constantly  plague  her  mind.  No,  the  young  woman  is  not  the  FIRST,  but  she  also  most  certainly  isn’t  one  that  could  say  she  didn’t  do  the  SAME.  Worn  ragged,  is  she,  with  shoulders  that  slouch  the  smallest  bit  [  she  is  no  Apollo,  there  is  only  so  much  she  can  bear  ],   &   a  sigh  that  she  releases  as  if  it  could  hold  the  entirety  of  the  EXHAUSTION  she  feels.

   PRECIOUS  DOVE,  SUCH  A  DECEIVING  ACT  YOU  CARRY  OUT.  The  criticism  could  have  derived  more  from the  woman  yet  it  is  something  she  has  heard  multiple  times   &   something  that  she  continues  to  do  REGARDLESS  of  the  concern  of  others.  Seemingly  a  cycle  to  drive  herself  into  the  ground–  yet  miraculously  she  stays  AFLOAT. 

    Silver  eyes  convey  towards  the  younger  woman,  the  soft  smile  alighting  ‘pon  coloured  lips  [  yet it  does  not  quite  reach  her  eyes  save  for  the  smallest  crinkle,  something  learned  over  the  decades  ].  Slight  body  shifts,  the  sighing  of  fabric  with  every move  she  makes   &   the  weighted  gaze  that  soon  falls  to  the  ground  in  momentary  DEFEAT  until they upturn  once  more  towards  the  young  Kiryuin  with  the  laugh  that  denotes  no  sort  of  mockery,  but  more  of  a  comradery  between  the  two  of  them  (  for  how  it  seems  that  they recognize  the  signs  in  each  other  all  too  WELL  ).

                    ❝  Your  concern  towards  my  method  of  coping  is  heartwarming,  my  dear.  ❞        Silken,  is  her  voice,  as  her  hand  reaches  to  rest  atop  the dark wooden surface  of  her  desk  to  STABILIZE  the  sylphian woman.  Alas,  silvery crown  SHAKES,  her  other  hand  raising  to  dismiss  the  concern  with  a  smile  still stretched  ‘pon  her lips.  The  both  of  them  know  that  the  younger  had  many  more  things  to  concern herself  over  aside  from  the  elder.

                    ❝  We  all  have  our  means  to  overcome  that  which  has  happened  to,  be  it  in  the  present  or  in  the  past.  ❞       Her  voice  softens  as  she  turns  her  gaze  towards  Satsuki  with  a  look  akin  to  that  of  somber  nature,  a  look  all  too  knowing  to  the  woman’s  own struggles.        ❝  But  I  suppose  we  all  need  those  that  tell  us  when  something  is  not  working.  When  what  is being  done,  is  causing  more  HARM  than  GOOD.  Although  I’m  more  than  certain  that  you  yourself  know  this  yet  continue  regardless  of  the  fact.  ❞ 

    It’s  then  that  her  smile  begins  to  FADE,  that  shared  gaze  now  breaking  as  the  silver  lady  looks  towards  scarred  hand,  soft  sigh  slipping  past  lips.        ❝  Finding  a  healthy  solution  on  your  own  can  prove  to  be  quite—–  DIFFICULT——  sometimes,  can’t  it ?  ❞