#the starters i write for u always evolve into multipara lmfao

[scythc]

starter call ) @silencedglaive ) from mephisto .

she is beauty incarnate in rage, flushed bellona and mars warmed. newfound godhood serves her well, a rush of golden-glow power diluted only by the clemency of widened pupils. that humanity rounds her, fills her with a livelihood that his teeth ache to devour; to know tenderly. he has no words to placate her inquiries -- her blood stains his hands, eked into the curves of sharpened nails and the stubborn grooves of feigned fingerprints. the drying crimson is all the more apparent in the harsh light of hindsight, and her recovering memories ( that which he thought would be buried eternal within the veneers of time ) do him no favour.

"i swear to you, with all that i know now, i am ... i do ... regret my actions," he stumbles, the lie difficult on his tongue.

though, is it a truly a falsity ? hidden under the craft of masks, he barely knows which side of his forked tongue speaks the truth. maybe there exists a bit of both -- knowing affection only in the context of pain, it is but his nature to enact the same. though upon reflection, he doesn't enjoy the hurt in her eyes, the liquid proof of his betrayal that tightens his gut into a roil of suppressed violence.

"macaria ... " he spreads his hands hopelessly; he thinks loathing would hurt less. "please, tell me what i can do."