#thedeathstarspirit

[thedeathstarspirit]

For The One of Light and one of Death.

Rp start for @meepsthemiqo

Kivera is use to the ire of people. Specially of the living. She has seen and been the one to claim many lives. Whether she wanted to or not. It surprised her that Meeps wanted to speak to her. She knew it was a matter of time that she would reach out to her.

She was the one who claimed Elidibus after all. She had seen and heard the interactions with Angelique. She herself dealt with her own feelings on the matter, as long as it wasn’t her, herself dragged into matters.

When she got a delicate summon from Meeps, she had a feeling of what the conversation was going to be, given her feelings over Elidibus. She knew of Fae, she was present during Amaurot’s fall, she had witnessed many deaths as the star had died. She was in between voids waiting for the fight with Elidibus to be over, as she was ready to collect the Ascian.

She never wanted to, but an exchange was made, with those that opposed Zodiark had won, and had changed the fate of The Source and The First. Kivera waited outside of the Goblet, being close enough to be sensed rather than knocking at her door.

She felt conflict and unrest within Meeps, that had been there since she first met the woman. Even when she narrowed her eyes to see bits of her soul, the sundered similar to Kiya. But much different in terms of their conditions.

Kivera had assured Shuri that this meeting should not be negative. To Kivera this was another soul coping with grief. She barely knew Meeps, except the brief interactions with her and Fae’a.

She waited for her to compose herself to want to carry out this meeting. She had even abandoned the miqo form in favor of her natural appearance. From ashen white skin and bi-colored wings, to her unique clothing. She remains unseen to normal eyes except to those she wants to see her. A faint burning cloves scent within the air to ward off other spirits.

Kivera holds herself and steels her resolve. She already knows she won’t be able to answer all of her questions. She had recently come from one of the interractions with Kiya. Seeing her and Aymeric go about their lives, the haunted look behind Kiya.

“Some things are best left forgotten to time.” She muses aloud to herself. All she hopes is that grief does not overtake rational thoughts.

[inviouswriting]

Noceur

One who stays up late.

Side story.

Mentions of the polyship with @maiden-born-in-snow​ 

and mentions of after thoughts from @meepsthemiqo​ (I have an rp going with her on my side blog @thedeathstarspirit​ if those following my installments want to have some nice drama to follow.)

A sight that Divinity has become accustomed to is the once in a while empty spot next to her from Kivera’s random leavings. She is quiet as she gets out of the nest of arms strewn over her, seeing Shuri nestled between Ardbert and Estinien. She goes in search of her star spirit lover. 

Divinity knows where to look, and when to look for her. When seeing her seated outside at the table, she knew what she was doing. She was going through her endless list, crossing names off while the scythe next to her glowed to collect them, a beacon for the lost. 

She has seen her do this many times; it never fails to make her a little solemn, knowing that the lights that flicker around the reaper are souls. Each flit is a life that once lived and now rests within the orb on Antares.

Divinity sees the unrest within Kivera, fresh from her meetings with a few people. The one that was hard on her, was Meeps. She ever did take well to those who were in pain with their grief. Divinity sees the tire etched into Kivera. She has seen it once before back before her own death. 

She had chanced on the reaper once before when she was collecting. She stays in one spot and lets the souls wander to her. Once in a while Divinity sees tears run down her face. Never her own tears, the tears of the fallen.

She had seen her presence in Ghimlyt, hovering over the battlefield as lives were fought, lives were lost, and battles won. To Kivera, it is always another day, another life, another person she would never know but sees their memories run behind her eyes when a soul finds its way to her.

Kivera pauses her feather over a name she had to skip over. Divinity sees it as G’raha Tia’s name. She sees the glare present in her eyes, even hovers the black feather over his name as if threatening to just take his life right there. It’d be easy for her to do so, she’d just tell everyone it is what it is. She’d right so many undoings and set the world on another path than its pre-ordained one.

She skips over the name, for now. She rather toss the miqo around herself before she would resort to such a tactic. She despised him, she sees nothing but a selfish man for all he had done. Extracting souls from their bodies, transporting them to a whole other world, and passing off things as a great and grand design to thwart fate itself.

Kivera runs through her memories of the event, latching onto a few specific ones. She wonders without his interferences, would the world then truly end up as a dying star like Amaurot. Like other worlds she has destroyed. Lost in thought she almost doesn’t feel Divinity rest her head in the crook of her neck.

“You could still change things, if you truly feel that resentment. I will still stand by you if you do.” Kivera hears her, and narrows her eyes at her own scroll. So much tragedy would have befallen this world. 

All to become The First. The people she had learned to know, they would have died horrible fates. Yet she would have had to sit back and let it happen. Great world catastrophes are her doing. Even if she hated them.

“I have no fear in you, Shuri, or Estinien.” Her voice is quiet, and Divinity knows who she refers to. Ardbert. The former warrior of light. A direct opposite of what Kivera does. He tries to save lives and be a hero compared to her, who takes lives and is far from one. 

“It would be so much easier if I did not care so deep.” Kivera’s words come out as a heated hiss. 

“Then why do you care? Perhaps you have gotten a bit of your humanity back?” Divinity feels her bristle, even her wings at the thought. She was someone who cast off her humanity after Bathory. After her own descent into Hell. She knows the depravity of humans.

“You’re pretty bold saying that to me.” Divinity sees a red eye peering at her, and only beams at her. She had struck a nerve. 

“I know you won’t do anything to harm me. After all, you made my death painless. I do not believe someone who is capable of letting someone die in misery but doesn’t is someone to be feared.” The first and last time they had touched hands. For Divinity she sought solace, for Kivera, she took her life. 

“Not every death should be so violent. I only regret not showing the same kindness to all the other people that village burned. All in fear of “witches” then they sell their souls to a being worse than a demon. Avoiding fate, jumping from body to body. Just to escape death.” There is a steady glow to her irises. Divinity pulls her hair to snap her out of her thoughts. Tugging enough to have the reaper stare up at her through orange eyes in pure annoyance.

“Maybe that is why you dislike G’raha. He reminds you a bit of Vanth? You think you are letting your own emotions power your hand these days? If he reminds you of the lich, then maybe you should take him out. Him proving to be more of a threat than a boon. You know things better than most, and we would trust your judgement better than anyone out there. You’ve been through it before, when you had to slay one for the many.” Divinity keeps a hold on her hair, Kivera is calm during this, and realizes she is letting her own anger speak for her.

“No good comes from tampering with time. Or soul magic. What is destined to die, should die. Those fools with the Crystal Tower. Do they not see the chance of something bigger happening? What if that was just a prelude.” She had grown attached to the house of people she has been with. Even wonders if her stay is too long. 

“I believe that is something we won’t know yet. You said yourself, the only time we should worry is if more of us start showing up. Or signs of forbidden doors opening. Now what you plan to do in the meantime, you have to wait and see. You have the way of knowing when things are in jeopardy and will react if you know it works in yours or our favor.” Divinity lets go of her hold, but guides her hand through her hair.

Kivera thinks it over, she would have to tolerate G’raha Tia. Even if she wants to be-rid of him, thinking he is nothing more than a hazard to the delicate balances. She can’t touch him without making a bigger taboo in upsetting fate. Something she herself is bound to. 

“I’ll tolerate him for now. Doesn’t mean I am thrilled at spending any length of time near him. Him and Cid. Both of them together are a death bringers nightmare. Since they like to stick their noses in what should be left alone.”

“You have us, to lessen it, and if you ask us, we’ll make sure to keep him away from you. I know that look, nothing says you can’t make their lives hell.” A dark gleam in Kivera’s eyes.

“I think I’ll be comfortable doing that.” The reaper looks over to her weapon, and notes the orb has stopped glowing, done collecting. She gets up from her spot after shaking Divinity’s hand out of her hair.

“If they ask about me, I’ve gone to Chiron.” Divinity nods, and lets her leave, for her own thoughts and collecting. No matter the realm she is in she still does her role. 

Divinity worries as she watches her back. If she is content with how things are, or if she is bound to repeat her own madness. She doesn’t look forward to the day where a repeat of Agitazione should present itself, when she first awoken. She had felt her sorrow and pain. Even as Killian and Aiden held her back to keep from adding to the casualties. Vanth would have enjoyed adding Divinity.

“Stay sane.”

[mettamania]

(thedeathstarspirit) "50 words for murder and I’m every one of them."

He’s giving the other a side-eye.

*...That’s nice.

[asleepysentry]

>:3 smol ones are adorable. Also was asking because I was going to respond to a thing I had sent in. ^^ Sorry if it took me a while to get back to you. (thedeathstarspirit mun)

((oh alright...and no not adorable noooooo...but it’s fine if it takes a while i get it. I’m also in cool leg right now so I get busy and stuff too))

[dvrtybrotherkvller-blog]

Just curious to see. thedeathstarspirit

my opinion on;

character in general: I read some of the character page (because wow that’s a lot of information, and I admire fully fleshed out muses - especially OCs), and…even though I’d usually marvel at this much information, I’m not sure how I really feel about her.how they play them: From what I’ve read so far on the page? Good, since they created the muse themselves (thus making them an accurate roleplayer for the muse), but…again, not sure how I feel about the muse herself.the mun: No idea what they’re like. 

do i;

follow them: Nope.rp with them: Nope.want to rp with them: Nah.ship their character with mine: No.

what is my;

overall opinion: Honestly, I’m pretty iffy on OCs of the demonic nature simply because most of them tend to be huge Mary-Sues (insert succubus who has powers over elements and is considered royal in the demon race, you probably know exactly which fic I’m talking about), but this is my first time seeing this blog, so this character could be an actually GOOD demon OC. I guess I’m kinda biased due to past interactions.

[thetinyspinosaurus]

(thedeathstarspirit) Want to start something.) Comfort Object

Frank stared in confusion at the stranger as they handed him a stuffed animal. “Uhm..” He blinked slowly. “Thank you.. I suppose..?”

[short-skeleton-sans-blog]

(thedeathstarspirit) “You look kinda lost, if you don’t mind me saying. You okay?”

“yeah, i’m fine,” Sans said, grumbling. He looked around. “it’s a bit dark here, though. can’t see you, whoever you are.”

[hohokekyo]

(thedeathstarspirit) She sends hugs to the cello spirit.

"Haha, thank you, I needed that..."

[mettamania]

(thedeathstarspirit) " how did you become like this?”

*....

*I don’t understand the question.