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"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?"
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"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?"
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𝘏𝘦’𝘥 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘶𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘮𝘴 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘩𝘦𝘳. 𝘏𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘳𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨-𝘴𝘭𝘦𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘴 𝘰𝘱𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘵, 𝘬𝘦𝘦𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘨𝘶𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘬 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘪𝘥𝘥𝘦𝘯 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘺.
𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘭. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘴 𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘷𝘦𝘴, 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘭 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦… 𝘏𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴𝘯’𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮 𝘵𝘰.
“ Imperfect. Just… Wrong, different. “
𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘭. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘴 𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘷𝘦𝘴, 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘭 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦… 𝘏𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴𝘯’𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮 𝘵𝘰.
“ Imperfect. Just… Wrong, different. “
May 20, 2025 at 7:12 AM
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"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?"
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"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?"
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"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...
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"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...
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“ I feel sick to my stomach. “
𝘏𝘪𝘴 𝘨𝘢𝘻𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘭𝘰𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥, 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘭𝘰𝘸 𝘢𝘴 𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘭𝘶𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘴𝘭𝘦𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘴. 𝘛𝘶𝘨𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘵𝘰… 𝘖𝘥𝘥𝘭𝘺 𝘩𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘮𝘴?
“ …Uh… I-I’ll be fine. It’ll pass eventually. “
“ I don’t know when but… but it’ll pass.. “
“ It always passes. “
𝘏𝘪𝘴 𝘨𝘢𝘻𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘭𝘰𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥, 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘭𝘰𝘸 𝘢𝘴 𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘭𝘶𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘴𝘭𝘦𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘴. 𝘛𝘶𝘨𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘵𝘰… 𝘖𝘥𝘥𝘭𝘺 𝘩𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘮𝘴?
“ …Uh… I-I’ll be fine. It’ll pass eventually. “
“ I don’t know when but… but it’ll pass.. “
“ It always passes. “
May 18, 2025 at 12:07 AM
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"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...
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"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...
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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
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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
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“ … “
𝘏𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘯𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘴𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦, 𝘩𝘶𝘯𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘥𝘦. 𝘛𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴 𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘦𝘬𝘴 𝘴𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘭𝘺. 𝘏𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘦…
“ N… No… “
“ N-No, no. No I mean- I-I mean yes. Yes, I’m okay. I’m fine. “
𝘏𝘦’𝘥 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘰𝘵 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘶𝘱, 𝘧𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘳𝘶𝘣𝘣𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘳𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴.
𝘏𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘯𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘴𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦, 𝘩𝘶𝘯𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘥𝘦. 𝘛𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴 𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘦𝘬𝘴 𝘴𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘭𝘺. 𝘏𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘦…
“ N… No… “
“ N-No, no. No I mean- I-I mean yes. Yes, I’m okay. I’m fine. “
𝘏𝘦’𝘥 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘰𝘵 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘶𝘱, 𝘧𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘳𝘶𝘣𝘣𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘳𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴.
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"are you okay?"
the goddess came from seemingly nowhere, head tilting as she approached.
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"are you okay?"
the goddess came from seemingly nowhere, head tilting as she approached.
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May 17, 2025 at 3:50 AM
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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
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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
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"are you okay?"
the goddess came from seemingly nowhere, head tilting as she approached.
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"are you okay?"
the goddess came from seemingly nowhere, head tilting as she approached.
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“ Ha.. Haha… “
“ How pathetic is it of me, to see I want to cry in somebody’s arms more than anything right now… “
“ Please. “
“ How pathetic is it of me, to see I want to cry in somebody’s arms more than anything right now… “
“ Please. “
May 17, 2025 at 3:17 AM
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"are you okay?"
the goddess came from seemingly nowhere, head tilting as she approached.
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"are you okay?"
the goddess came from seemingly nowhere, head tilting as she approached.
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Reposted by ◆ 𝐒𝐈𝐓 & 𝐌𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐍 .
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"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,
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"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,
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“ Anything in specific you might be looking for? “
“ You seem like the type to have some fun hobbies. “
𝘏𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘤𝘢𝘴𝘶𝘢𝘭 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘣𝘰𝘥𝘺 𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘧𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘴𝘵. 𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘧𝘧… 𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘺 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘵𝘳𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘢𝘵 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘢 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘭𝘺.
“ You seem like the type to have some fun hobbies. “
𝘏𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘤𝘢𝘴𝘶𝘢𝘭 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘣𝘰𝘥𝘺 𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘧𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘴𝘵. 𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘧𝘧… 𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘺 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘵𝘳𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘢𝘵 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘢 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘭𝘺.
May 12, 2025 at 3:13 AM
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"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,
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"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,
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Reposted by ◆ 𝐒𝐈𝐓 & 𝐌𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐍 .
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ㅤㅤ「My Lord. May flowers bloom wherever you wander. 」
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ㅤㅤ「My Lord. May flowers bloom wherever you wander. 」
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May 1, 2025 at 9:59 PM
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ㅤㅤ「My Lord. May flowers bloom wherever you wander. 」
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ㅤㅤ「My Lord. May flowers bloom wherever you wander. 」
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all i'm left with is all i know.
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all i'm left with is all i know.
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May 2, 2025 at 6:16 AM
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all i'm left with is all i know.
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all i'm left with is all i know.
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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,
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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,
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" Got bored of home I'm guessing? "
" Or do you just like to take little trips from time to time. Nothing wrong with either. "
𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘣𝘦 𝘢 𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘯𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘢𝘪𝘮𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘭𝘺. 𝘕𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘴, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘩𝘦'𝘴 𝘤𝘶𝘳𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺'𝘭𝘭 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘷𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘮.
" Or do you just like to take little trips from time to time. Nothing wrong with either. "
𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘣𝘦 𝘢 𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘯𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘢𝘪𝘮𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘭𝘺. 𝘕𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘴, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘩𝘦'𝘴 𝘤𝘶𝘳𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺'𝘭𝘭 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘷𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘮.
May 2, 2025 at 4:16 AM
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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,
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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,
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Reposted by ◆ 𝐒𝐈𝐓 & 𝐌𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐍 .
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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.
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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.
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May 1, 2025 at 4:05 AM
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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.
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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.
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“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.
“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.
𝘏𝘦'𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘰𝘶𝘵𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘥 𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦, 𝘥𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘴𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘢𝘯𝘹𝘪𝘦𝘵𝘺 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯. 𝘕𝘰𝘵 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳, 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘢𝘵.
𝘏𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘴 𝘢𝘴 𝘤𝘢𝘴𝘶𝘢𝘭 𝘢𝘴 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳. 𝘉𝘦𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘴, 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘴 𝘩𝘦'𝘴 𝘸𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘢𝘭 𝘫𝘶𝘥𝘨𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵.
" Scouting huh... Mind me asking what for? "
𝘏𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘴 𝘢𝘴 𝘤𝘢𝘴𝘶𝘢𝘭 𝘢𝘴 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳. 𝘉𝘦𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘴, 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘴 𝘩𝘦'𝘴 𝘸𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘢𝘭 𝘫𝘶𝘥𝘨𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵.
" Scouting huh... Mind me asking what for? "
April 30, 2025 at 2:00 AM
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“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.
“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. ]
sheppard me. show me pain and suffering.
[* intrigued, she entertains the gesture. ]
April 30, 2025 at 12:58 AM
[* 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. ]
sheppard me. show me pain and suffering.
[* intrigued, she entertains the gesture. ]
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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,
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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,
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" Just like you, I'm a passerby it seems. I like to wander from time to time... "
𝘐𝘵'𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘤𝘢𝘯'𝘵 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘬𝘦. 𝘑𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘮𝘶𝘯𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩?
𝘏𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘢𝘹𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳. 𝘛𝘳𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘰𝘧 𝘱𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘦.
𝘐𝘵'𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘤𝘢𝘯'𝘵 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘬𝘦. 𝘑𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘮𝘶𝘯𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩?
𝘏𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘢𝘹𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳. 𝘛𝘳𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘰𝘧 𝘱𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘦.
April 29, 2025 at 3:48 AM
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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,
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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,
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reject the hand of the devout.
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reject the hand of the devout.
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April 29, 2025 at 3:29 AM
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reject the hand of the devout.
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reject the hand of the devout.
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[* 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.
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.
April 29, 2025 at 3:22 AM
[* 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.
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.
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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.
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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.
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April 29, 2025 at 12:00 AM
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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.
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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.
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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?
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?
April 28, 2025 at 11:49 PM
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?
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. ]
April 28, 2025 at 11:34 PM
[* 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..?
[* 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..?
April 28, 2025 at 5:47 PM
. . .
[* 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..?
[* 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..?