ᅠ ᅠᅠᅠ ᅠ
ᅠ ᅠᅠᅠ ᅠthe plenitude of the sunless,
ᅠ ᅠᅠᅠ ᅠthe richness of the annihilated,
ᅠ ᅠᅠᅠ ᅠthe completeness of the voided.
ᅠ ᅠᅠᅠ ᅠ@SLAUGHTERBORNE
ᅠ ᅠᅠᅠ ᅠ
ᅠ
Sheᅠcrashedᅠinto Akagi, Hate swung forth from momentum itself, radiation— livid arc energy flashing red as in her contortion reflected Mischa herself, even if it were brief. Idolam landed flat on her feet, a thousand pounds of void pressure crushing into the sediment.
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ᅠ
ᅠ
ᅠ“ It appears to elude you; ᅠ interest
ᅠ isn't capability. ᅠ Though obviously,
ᅠ I'm certain you are. You, ᅠ your
ᅠ brothers. Even if proficiency is a
ᅠ thing. My kin are as capable as me.
ᅠ but up to now, ᅠ none of them have
ᅠ the wits to try me. ”
ᅠ
— end of his speech. Each step and order made in fluid grace, like a heart without missing a beat.
“Simply put, I do not have the time. You are very few who can continually remain in my presence.”
ᅠ
And his tolerance. “ Well, if worse comes to worse, and you find yourself contemplating my subtraction— I wouldn't mind being stationed on Pluto. The outer dark requires me more than Terra now. Not that I'm picking my banishment, rather, I'm letting you know where I'll be.
ᅠ
ᅠ
ᅠ she had felt his claw against the
ᅠ veil between them. her void-stained
ᅠ fingers, in return, brushed against
ᅠ the same veil, the same locality.
ᅠ@KrillOfCrystal
ᅠ
ᅠ
ᅠIdolam had ᅠ 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 ᅠ finished off
ᅠa ribbon knot upon a weighing
ᅠsatchel f—ull of the sweet treats
ᅠBaloria was fond of— ᅠ brownies,
ᅠthe occasional cookies, ᅠ some
ᅠcupcakes. She tore a rift open
ᅠto deliver them.
ᅠ @TERR0R0FC0RPVS
ᅠ
ᅠ
ᅠ a café ᅠ, ᅠ half-empty,
ᅠ half-full. ᅠ she was just
ᅠ another face among the
ᅠ few, ᅠwith a no different
ᅠ coffee mug pressed against
ᅠ her lips.
ᅠ @satiivia
ᅠ