ㅤ "the wounds are caused by imperfection? or is imperfection caused by the wounds?" she asks, trying to prod deeper into his head. trying to understand just how this wanderer thinks. it's obvious to her that his very existence carries ample suffering. "what is so wrong with healing?" ㅤ

ㅤ "if it always passes, then why does it always come back?" she asks, rather bluntly. not that she actually knows of the other's habits, only an assumption based purely on his words. pain incarnate could only observe the other's actions, his tears that would refuse to reveal themselves... ㅤ

ㅤ her brows would raise in curiosity. though, her eyes remain void. the suffering... it attracts her. "you're not fine." she says simply. "even if i can sense your emotion... it wouldn't be hard for an average person to tell that you lie." she now stands behind him, still as if she were ㅤ

ㅤ "are you okay?" the goddess came from seemingly nowhere, head tilting as she approached. ㅤ

ㅤ "what am i looking for?" the goddess would repeat his question, filler so she could actually come up with a faux answer. surely, bloodlust and suffering is not acceptable. "companionship." the first thought to come to mind. after a certain conversation with a certain greek, ㅤ

ㅤ yawn.. ㅤ

ㅤ ㅤ ㅤㅤ「My Lord. May flowers bloom wherever you wander. 」 ㅤ ㅤ

ㅤ all i'm left with is all i know. ㅤ

ㅤ the goddess would only close her eyes and look to the ground beneath her, unsure of how to properly respond to his optimism. through silence, she wouldn't even flinch. though hiding her purpose, no movement of a finger, nor a shake or tremor of any sort came from the swordswoman. she's calm, ㅤ

ㅤ a sword gripped in hand, serrated blade sinking deep into the flesh of a new victim. an older man, still clinging to life. a red mist flows through the blade and to the hilt, the swordswoman's hands absorbing the energy of the poor man's life. his suffering is satisfactory. ㅤ

ㅤ “at times, it’s nice to wander. maybe you’ll find something new and exciting you haven’t seen before.” a light shrug of the shoulders as she recalls the basics of conversation. not often does she casually converse with a living being. her sentences usually of bringing demise and pain.

[* the goddess would find the abomination’s proposition amusing, not allowing the emotion to be present on her own features. she is the god of such agony; the deity of which the other speaks of. ] sheppard me. show me pain and suffering. [* intrigued, she entertains the gesture. ]

ㅤ her eyelids remain low, almost tired. though it’s clear she’s anything but tired. within this nearly limp posture is a unique passion of bloodlust, hidden behind a facade she had built over hundreds of years. “a traveller of sorts? or just a wanderer?” a sudden light in her dark irises, ㅤ

ㅤ reject the hand of the devout. ㅤ

[* the goddess would simply stare. her eyes would look to the ground in thought, contemplating.. ] i understand. perhaps.. that’s what i would do too. i’ve never thought about relationships.. but this has brought me to realise that they can carry great pain.

ㅤ lime green stems soon turn a sickish yellow, then a hallowed grey. with only the slightest movement of a finger, the bouquet would break into ash, disappearing in the calm wind. her eerie tune grows quiet upon hearing a voice behind her. with a breath, she turns. ㅤ

you live forever, yet you imply you keep your relationships finite. i’d be lying if i said that isn’t strange. i don’t believe someone of immortality really needs to bend to a mortal moral. is it… to have memories to look back on?

[* humming to herself as she holds a bouquet of fresh flowers, the colors of the bright and vibrant petals quickly fading at the swordswoman’s touch. ]

. . . [* the swordswoman would look to… the thing. a shimmer of disgust apparent through her eyes as she stares at such a vulgar and abominable display. ] and by that, you mean..?

destruction is a beauty that i cannot explain.

isn’t there a type of beauty in that despair? knowing that you, yourself, must witness all those around you die. it brings a type of pain and suffering that’s unmatched. the yearn for companionship whilst treading the universe on a dark and lonely path.. it brings such a pit in the stomach.

[ archie ! ] for me it’s either attack of the killer queen or you can always come home

ㅤ I AM 𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐓𝐀𝐁𝐋𝐄 ㅤ

ㅤ 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝑾𝑬𝑬𝑷𝑺 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘵 𝘬𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝐍𝐎 𝐁𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝑫𝑶𝑬𝑺 𝑵𝑶𝑻 ㅤ

Name 𝐒𝐎𝐑𝐀 Age: 𝐒𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐄𝐍 Ethnicity: 𝐇𝐈𝐒𝐏𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐂/𝐉𝐀𝐏𝐀𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐄 𝐍𝐎 𝐋𝐄𝐖𝐃‼️

if it were your last night on earth.. what would you do?

"A Killer Within Awakened, An Innocence Lost.." [Codename: 'Tiger Lily'] - Assassin for Hire. - Not new to RP. - Marvel RP(Street Level)/Multiverse OC. - Descriptive. - No Lewd Allowed. - RT & Like. #Døgma

Name: 𝐓𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐌𝐀𝐂𝐇𝐔𝐒 Age: 𝐓𝐖𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐘 Ethnicity: 𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐊 𝐋𝐞𝐰𝐝 𝐈𝐧 𝐃𝐌𝐬

ㅤmuse.

ㅤmun.

ㅤ 𝐃𝐎𝐍'𝐓 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐇 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐌𝐄 . ㅤ