𝐒𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐚 𝐋𝐮𝐲

Some ... soup, maybe?

...what in darkness is that?

a close up of a cartoon character with yellow hair and green ears ALT: a close up of a cartoon character with yellow hair and green ears

"This flower is for you! I hope it makes you happy!"
#WutheringWavesRP #WuWaRP #MVRP

There are cracks in all things.

Through these cracks the light seeps in.

With the light I will find purchase on your very spirit.

Spirit in hand, I shall bend you to my will.

Rend away all of you that serves me none.

I will corral the light; all light, into my very hands.

And with the light...

I will cleanse all that oppose me.

At the very least, that's put an end to that incessant tearing up. Now she just-

❝ Tea...? ❞ She'd been denied a warm cup of chai for months now -- Oh, but this girl's hands - !

❝ A splash of milk, a touch of sugar, and pour the tea just before it boils. Reclaim a spot amongst my graces, dear. ❞

Moons above, this girl was persistent...

The kind hand of the tides was no longer applicable; time for a surge.

❝ Overcooked. Deprived of worth. Inedible. 𝘜𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴. And no tears shed before me will ever amount to the meal lost. So you'd better save them, or bottle them for the salt content. ❞

❝ Burnt.

Flavor profile buried 'neath ash and char.

Improper seasoning. Visually unappealing.

Unpleasant aroma.

Horrid misuse of ingredients, which you might believe was thoroughly covered by prior flaws.

However, the knowledge that said ingredients could've been better used is its own woe. ❞

internal monolog: i'm such a good person. i really do brighten up the room when I walk in, golly.

Oh, good. Her words landed appropriately then.

❝ Your enthusiasm is noted, and should we find a discipline more suited to your talents, then we'd be happy to employ you in that regard.

However, until such a time? There's only so much good cookware between us all. Don't sully it again. ❞

❝ ... Mother, grant me your gift of tongues for a moment. ❞

How best to let this one down easy. . .

❝ You've created something here that offends my sensibilities. I imagine its taste will disrespect them even further.

I said, 'Never do this again'. I meant cooking. In general. Never again. ❞

❝ Darling, I am always hungry. Yet, I hunger for sustenance... not ash and 'honest attempts'. ❞

❝ Never do this again. ❞

Modern leanings. Shrouding herself in the sigils and symbols of 'ascended beings' that they might mistake her for one of their own and let her linger a mite too close to their overwhelming light.

/ she also seems like she's a nice person and I appreciate that

𝘖𝘩, 𝘔𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳, 𝘐'𝘮 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶.

/ i went w/ her because she's dressed like a final fantasy character.

/ the kpop demon girls are in fortnite, which one should I buy? i have never seen the film

❝ There was a ruin that borne me some distance from here... It sits between twilight and eternity, and when I passed through its arches I found myself - ❞

Battered. Light waning. Guts bleeding. Brood displaced...

❝ -here. Alone. I limped to this tree that I might die in its shade. ❞

She need not have asked. There was almost an overwhelming air of 'locality' to him, he would blend into the foliage beyond him to the untrained eye.

❝ South...? Mother, I have misinterpreted your guidance. ❞ Close, even as close as she was, was still too far. He was slipping further away from her.

It seemed only fair, no? All she'd done, all she'd offered him... It would be 𝐟𝐚𝐢𝐫 for him to give her something; ANYTHING more than what he'd offered so far.

And was the world not Chaos without the glow of fair exchange?

Descending from the shadows comes one of The Thousands. Skittering down gnarled tree trunk before coming to rest at 'eye level', all six of its eyes dilating as the Hunter filled its vision.

❝ Release him from your service once your quarry is in hand... and avail yourself to 𝘰𝘶𝘳 haunt. ❞

Rising back to full height she turned on her heels. Pivoting toward the depths of darkness, and the aberrations that believed themselves safe within it.

❝ I leave you with a sentry. A hand upon his hide will provide you 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 for as long as you keep him near. ❞

Once more, she was reminded why grace was seldom offered.

Hand to stomach, the sorceress lit into a very improper, very loose bow.

❝ Your monstrosity is yours and yours alone. We doubt such malnourished flesh would sate even the runt of our brood. ❞

Offered to the ground; the leaves at his feet.

He spoke as a man so distant from 'humanity' that even the loose designation felt... 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘧𝘶𝘭.

And how dare SHE of all individuals offer disrespect to another banding away from confines of such a sin - 𝘈𝘩.

Once more, he opened his mouth and deigned to order her, and her kith, about.

❝ Perhaps one day, when neither foe nor feast befall our sharp-ends, I will inquire as to just what madness belched you unto the realm, Hunter. ❞

For each and every word from his mouth called with it a rumbling of distant thunder. Not for sake of timbre, but for the weight of a storm held at bay.

/ i have my LAPTOP! I can just swivel my chair and use this, oh I'm fucking here!