πππππ πππ ππππππ ππππ πππππππππ ππππππ ππππππππ πππ πππ ππππ πππππ ππππππ.Β Β Β dawn-gold burned its way into lineage, honey lit in cosmogenic lustre 'pon the fingertips of freyja-women.Β gullveig had not borne the first mouthpiece's name, yet they would christen her so, anointed as substitute for two, under the parasite of night and daemonic hunger.Β wingless and graceless grandeur but a phantomic mirror Β Β (Β crestfallen selene knew only the fall )Β Β Β their chins yet were situated with proud poise. Β Β " my troubles are that of my people.Β how shall i guide them out of the dark alone, when the gods still sleep and our chosen king has left us?Β how am i to bear this...?Β "
Laments and prayers alike ceased not to reverberate within this fallen seraphβs mind even if her wings were torn away and abandoned to drown in her shame and reduced to a residue bound to be forgotten by time.Β βSpeak thy mind. I can sense something troubling thee.β Of course, that includes hearing the burdens of the Oracle even though the maiden of light might not believe it to be possible.
@moonichor β
@hikarizoraβΒ :Β Β She's going to flatter her uwu
β and i am humbled, truly.Β but who am i to accept flattery when you are deserving of it yourself ?Β if i may be so bold to admit, you are rather beautiful. β