𝘽𝙧𝙞𝙜𝙞𝙩𝙩𝙚 𝙄𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙨𝙚𝙣-𝙒𝙚𝙗𝙗

𝙎𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙗𝙤𝙧𝙣 𝙖 𝙩𝙞𝙜𝙚𝙧 𝙤𝙛 𝙖 𝙜𝙞𝙧𝙡, 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙧𝙫𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣 𝙞𝙣 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙗𝙤𝙣𝙚𝙨 ─ @DigitsInTheDark 𝙛𝙚𝙚𝙙𝙨 𝙝𝙚𝙧. |ᴼᶜ|#BAMFLeague Harpy|

[𝘽𝙧𝙞𝙜𝙞𝙩𝙩𝙚 𝙄𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙨𝙚𝙣-𝙒𝙚𝙗𝙗 @LumenCarrion]

─ 𝗕𝗼𝗿𝗻 𝗼𝗳 𝘿𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙝, 𝗯𝗼𝗿𝗻 𝗼𝗳 𝘿𝙚𝙘𝙖𝙮, 𝗯𝗼𝗿𝗻 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘼𝙚𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧, 𝘀𝗵𝗲 𝗿𝗶𝘀𝗲𝘀; 𝙃𝙐𝙉𝙂𝙍𝙔.

Daughter of the dead, daughter of the gods, winged woman of decay. Dark themes. Shard of #Vigdis.

[𝘽𝙧𝙞𝙜𝙞𝙩𝙩𝙚 𝙄𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙨𝙚𝙣-𝙒𝙚𝙗𝙗 @LumenCarrion]

@VileLoki // YOU honor me

[𝘽𝙧𝙞𝙜𝙞𝙩𝙩𝙚 𝙄𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙨𝙚𝙣-𝙒𝙚𝙗𝙗 @LumenCarrion]

// I just hit buttons, idk-

[𝘽𝙧𝙞𝙜𝙞𝙩𝙩𝙚 𝙄𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙨𝙚𝙣-𝙒𝙚𝙗𝙗 @LumenCarrion]

@VileLoki ~ Sin is pride, oh, Brigitte's is /wrath/.

"I fought tooth and nail to do what we did, fuck going back now." No, she has the life she wanted, now.

And she'd damn well keep it.

[𝘽𝙧𝙞𝙜𝙞𝙩𝙩𝙚 𝙄𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙨𝙚𝙣-𝙒𝙚𝙗𝙗 @LumenCarrion]

@VileLoki ~ Beautiful?

They were a tragedy, but through each other...through each other, they made things right.

At last.

"I'd rather that path stay abandoned," Up goes that pointed chin, and the convicted fury in cold eyes turns to something altogether hellish- for if her mother's ~

[𝘽𝙧𝙞𝙜𝙞𝙩𝙩𝙚 𝙄𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙨𝙚𝙣-𝙒𝙚𝙗𝙗 @LumenCarrion]

She's got a small bag full of bone shards and a fucking migraine.

Bring it.

[𝘽𝙧𝙞𝙜𝙞𝙩𝙩𝙚 𝙄𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙨𝙚𝙣-𝙒𝙚𝙗𝙗 @LumenCarrion]

@VileLoki ~ A quiet snort and the winged woman leans back, handsome features utterly stoic but for the burn of conviction in her eyes, so terribly close to fury, that righteousness.

"Who would I be without you?"

[𝘽𝙧𝙞𝙜𝙞𝙩𝙩𝙚 𝙄𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙨𝙚𝙣-𝙒𝙚𝙗𝙗 @LumenCarrion]

@VileLoki ~ Embrace akin to a slumberous serpent, wings tucked tight to the steel beam of her spine.

"You came when I needed you." Its not said emotionally, more a statement of fact.

"What did I have, a sickness I didn't understand and a shattered family?" ~

[𝘽𝙧𝙞𝙜𝙞𝙩𝙩𝙚 𝙄𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙨𝙚𝙣-𝙒𝙚𝙗𝙗 @LumenCarrion]

Vile is right about one thing.

She can make any color look good.

[𝘽𝙧𝙞𝙜𝙞𝙩𝙩𝙚 𝙄𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙨𝙚𝙣-𝙒𝙚𝙗𝙗 @LumenCarrion]

That word. As if the woman who birthed her and left her in death had more weight than the woman who saved her.

Brigitte sighed quietly, leaning ever so slightly into Veela's touch.

"Genetics may have formed me, but they didn't shape me. That's my real lineage, I think."

[𝓥𝓮𝓮𝓵𝓪 @ATrickstersWeb]

"You look good with any color, my dear. Such is the beauty bestowed upon you by your /real/ mother."

A gentle caress of her thumb down the young woman's cheek.

"Though I am happy to take full credit to anyone who doesn't dare ask your lineage."

[𝘽𝙧𝙞𝙜𝙞𝙩𝙩𝙚 𝙄𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙨𝙚𝙣-𝙒𝙚𝙗𝙗 @LumenCarrion]

Brigitte will never, ever, so long as she lives, forget the hug Anpu gave her just before taking her- She would have never imagined he'd do such a thing, nor how much it would mean to her.

"Hm. Maybe that's my color." A grey like stormclouds, like iron made tinsel.

[𝓥𝓮𝓮𝓵𝓪 @ATrickstersWeb]

She does know they bonded to some degree.

The girl has always had a penchant for befriending the nastier ones, little wonder she was now an image reflecting the icier aspects of the Goddess herself.

That ritual had torn the girl right out of her.

"It always does."

[𝘽𝙧𝙞𝙜𝙞𝙩𝙩𝙚 𝙄𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙨𝙚𝙣-𝙒𝙚𝙗𝙗 @LumenCarrion]

A soft huff of laughter leaves her, armored wingtips glinting as amusement ruffles her feathers- literally.

"Your trademark wins." A little nod follows, one wing spreading wide. "It does look good against gunmetal.

I missed you too." Thank fuck, she loves Anpu. Platonically.

[𝓥𝓮𝓮𝓵𝓪 @ATrickstersWeb]

"Emerald. It always looks the best on us pale creatures."

A thing she'll note by the gemstones tucked into the weaving silver vines of her gift.

"I have missed you darling, it's good to see you well."

She can probably forgive Anpu by now.

[𝘽𝙧𝙞𝙜𝙞𝙩𝙩𝙚 𝙄𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙨𝙚𝙣-𝙒𝙚𝙗𝙗 @LumenCarrion]

It eases something in her chest, to see Veela so happy. As if she can breathe, just a little easier.

"And what hue would you give me?" Stoic, soft words, but those dark eyes betray keen curiosity, and a soft delight in the godly woman's presence.

[𝓥𝓮𝓮𝓵𝓪 @ATrickstersWeb]

"Green is everyone's color, just a matter of which hue."

She's beaming, like a ridiculously happy mother.

"It looks lovely with all the rest of your gifts."

[𝘽𝙧𝙞𝙜𝙞𝙩𝙩𝙚 𝙄𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙨𝙚𝙣-𝙒𝙚𝙗𝙗 @LumenCarrion]

There's a faint widening of obsidian eyes but the bracelet finds a snug home on her wrist.

"Sure thing, Mama Vee." 6...thousand years maybe. Consider that a permanent addition to the fit.

"So. Is green my color?"

[𝓥𝓮𝓮𝓵𝓪 @ATrickstersWeb]

Conjures a bracelet of silver with emeralds studded throughout like stars and hands it off.

"Now you do. Don't take it off for at /least/ another 6 hours. Just to appease me."

Chuckles in amusement, hand on her hips appearing triumphant.

[𝘽𝙧𝙞𝙜𝙞𝙩𝙩𝙚 𝙄𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙨𝙚𝙣-𝙒𝙚𝙗𝙗 @LumenCarrion]

Delicate wave.

[𝘽𝙧𝙞𝙜𝙞𝙩𝙩𝙚 𝙄𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙨𝙚𝙣-𝙒𝙚𝙗𝙗 @LumenCarrion]

Clarity seems to bloom in direct result of that charming nose boop; the winged woman's expression clears and a hand lifts, displaying an iron snake-shaped ring.

"I don't have any green, but I have a snake."

[𝓥𝓮𝓮𝓵𝓪 @ATrickstersWeb]

"It's the ever so delightful Saint Patrick's Day, which means /my day/ to indulge in everyone I enjoy wearing /my/ color.

As my dear daughter, you're not exempt."

Taps her nose.

[𝘽𝙧𝙞𝙜𝙞𝙩𝙩𝙚 𝙄𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙨𝙚𝙣-𝙒𝙚𝙗𝙗 @LumenCarrion]

Blank look.

"My..hm?"

[𝓥𝓮𝓮𝓵𝓪 @ATrickstersWeb]

"And where is /your/ green, young lady?"

Grins wide.