she insists——he refuses. it's push and pull. the tug of the waves and the moon 'pon each other where neither truly wins. for a moment, he thinks of his past ... when brandishing his spear would pave the way. when filling these roots with scarlet would make his will absolute. a time when he did not value life nor know their pain. now, however, he does. his curse subjects him to a sense of empathy deeper than mere sensation &. it pains him. a nagging pain only kept at bay with his strength of mind.
he remains obstinate as arms fold behind his back. their gaze sweeps these woods, drinking in the absurdity likely thick within them. it remains him of inodal——his home. a strange place full of secrets and the unknown. maybe a trip back, after this, would soothe the sickness in his heart. one can only hope.
"i answer your question, yet you spurn mine. you wound me deeply, you know?" he clicks his tongue. "i have wandered farther than you can imagine——far from a realm beyond this place. i am far from a human. it's an insult to them to compare them to my ilk. what's the word of this land ... i'm a godling. son of the beast who stalks the higher realms to bathe their eminence in blood." the hunt, the beast: Upione. "not that i expect them to be known here ... peer deeper, seerer. surely there's an answer that will satisfy you among the stars."
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤTRUST NONE, GIRL.
Like something predacious, does he stalk the area, as if looking for OPPORTUNITY ; she would not offer him such. Perched 'pon high, owlish eyes narrow. She could not discern intent, without further prodding ; but she must be cautious — tread with care.
Each and every signal in his body, the changing pitch of his voice ... all of it, a tell. He does not seem to be an aggressive sort, beyond surface expression ; but it was the calm, that held the most wicked of hearts.
❝ ... My vision is not business of yours, outsider. Are you not far from home ? Far from human settlements ? Do you not know, into which you have wandered ? ❞
The DREADWOOD, was no place for man - let alone a man, who dresses unlike all she's ever seen. Perhaps, his continent is across the GREAT SEA, where even she was left in the dark, in regards to their comings and goings.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ❝ It is not too late, to turn back. ❞
I wanna talk about aliens. I want to talk to Okarun! I want to talk to Ayase-san! I want to talk about ghosts!
Dandadan Episode 05 - Okarun & Momo + Mutual Pining
# AMCSSING ——— low activity, highly selective, independent, multi-muse blog for muses from dc comics, marvel comics, original characters and more. features nsft content such as violence, etc. most of the muses here will feature some form of canon divergence and are my own portrayal. penned by dally ( he/they/twenty7 ) minors dni. est. early 2025.
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@deadlincs / Higu :
At least you didn't tell me to 'be myself'.
that earns a guffaw from the archangel; it's clangorous and grumbles like a grinding stone. yet still, it's sweet. it carries the sound of the heavens and sweetens itself with their succor. fallen or not, there's an elegance to it no mortal could hope to emulate. it's timeless —— brimmed with complex feelings, most bitter. this might be the first time he's humored higu with his attention since beginning his crossword. even in the overcast sky, dawn's light rests in his gaze. it flickers none too different than a blooming flame. if one peers close enough, if one dares to pick at his visage, they might even note the gilding around his iris. a thin rim of gold none too different than a halo —— albeit more weighty.
❛ y'know, most people try to avoid listening to the devil on their shoulders. ❜ he begins languidly —— words punctuated with a gentle hiss. ❛ if i'm giving you advice, ain't it a given that i'm lyin'? or you're fucked beyond compare. oh, it's probably that one, huh? ❜
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@noatherics
When your bestie is hungry…>:)
❛ yeah. ❜
She smells shit [a guy who she confessed to only for him to pick up and magic his way out of her life like days later]… “Am I losing my mind?”