branches of time.

—— from its heart comes an ominous light that promises salvation

[branches of time. @windsberceuse]

⠀ ⠀ Am I anything at all?
⠀ ⠀ Maybe a soul like me
⠀ ⠀ doesn't even need to know

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀[ #GIRP | #MVRP ]
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀✄┈┈┈┈

[branches of time. @windsberceuse]

mhm…it isn’t in my database?

[IGNIS. ⤬ @dusksbringer]

You are asking what ‘free will’ is?

[branches of time. @windsberceuse]

…? what’s…that?

[IGNIS. ⤬ @dusksbringer]

There is little point in living if you are not free to walk your own path. The choice is ultimately yours to make.

Sometimes we are meant to defy our creators. Such is the existence of free will.

[branches of time. @windsberceuse]

mmm…no. but to defy my creator…it would do no good.

[IGNIS. ⤬ @dusksbringer]

How do you know, have you tried?

[branches of time. @windsberceuse]

because my creator told me so. i am not to take them off, it is my punishment and for the greater good.

[IGNIS. ⤬ @dusksbringer]

How do you know, have you tried?

[branches of time. @windsberceuse]

i’m not allowed to ☺️

[IGNIS. ⤬ @dusksbringer]

[ they think for a moment. ]

Have you ever thought about cutting those stitches?

[branches of time. @windsberceuse]

oh.

[ it’s holding up a frowny face sign. ]

[IGNIS. ⤬ @dusksbringer]

I dunno.

[ they grumble. ]

I hardly understand ’em any more than you do.

[branches of time. @windsberceuse]

i’m always serious. there is no point in playing.

mmm. oh…

but your metaphors are strange…why not just say that?

[IGNIS. ⤬ @dusksbringer]

You were being serious? I can’t ask my ears not to ring, that’s not how that works.

Besides, it was metaphorical anyway, because I knew someone was talking about me. They weren’t actually ringing this time.

[branches of time. @windsberceuse]

…? why would i be funny?

[IGNIS. ⤬ @dusksbringer]

[ blink. ]

You think you’re funny, don’t you.

[branches of time. @windsberceuse]

https://t.co/RuTMEp0h4e

have you tried asking them not to ?

[IGNIS. ⤬ @dusksbringer]

[ crawling out of the pit they were banished to ]

My ears are ringing.

[branches of time. @windsberceuse]

[ it’s quiet again. almost easy to mistake that the wind had left… ]

…

…difficult to speak.

[ she grabs the coarse fabric, a cluster of purple wind forming in the distance now. familiar feathers. ]

…’m not her. not….ntirely.

as a…warning. you can’t save…her…either.

[pathetic meow meow @ourvorax]

( He spoke again, gazing upon the statue now. The marbled features seemed far more peaceful than the voice that seemed to come from the God it was the image of. )

The future certainly has its strange tells . . .

[branches of time. @windsberceuse]

@VAMPYDEACONESS fairness…doesn’t matter. Time, Death….even Life. They aren’t fair.

[ it moved its wings to fold over its eyes, blocking them from Dahlia’s view now. ]

but pleasing everyone, and keeping people close to me. those are what make me happy.

[branches of time. @windsberceuse]

https://t.co/RuTMEp0h4e

[ gently touching the loosened strings over its eyes and mouth. doing its best to not give in and pull the threads out. ]

[branches of time. @windsberceuse]

How could it not? I was so far detached from….

[ she trails off slowly, her head resting on the fabric once more. she was exhausted. ]

I am not…from your time. Please ignore my gaze…my presence.

[pathetic meow meow @ourvorax]

softening towards a God. Why, though?

Was it the freedom that was promised? Was it the lack of hostility he was convinced he would meet with?

Or was it their shared distaste towards fate? )

[branches of time. @windsberceuse]

@VAMPYDEACONESS i…i am not allowed to….think for what i want. rules for my garden can never apply to me.

[ it’s eyes threaten to open, but she forces itself to squeeze them shut. ]

people of this land are always difficult to please.

[branches of time. @windsberceuse]

fabric so she could at least speak to him. ]

…you… good observations.

[ her voice could be heard through the wind. though it sounded strained, hushed. if you weren’t attentive it probably didn’t even sound like ‘her.’ ]

[branches of time. @windsberceuse]

[ she drifted back from the fabric quickly. a startled hitch of her breath as she heard him call her out.

staying quiet, the shadow had looked at her hands. as if debating whether or not to answer.

she had nothing to lose, after all she eas the future. and yet…

>>

[pathetic meow meow @ourvorax]

longed for company. His gaze shifted towards the Statue that stood almost in guard on the land.

In a time long past, his eyes would harden at the mere sight of one, but the feelings of today leaned more towards an indifference.

Or was it tolerance? )

[branches of time. @windsberceuse]

that familiar nervousness settled within her core once again. she wasn’t like her mother…or that side of the family in general. to be a daughter if an outsider made her even more of an outlier.

summoning her fabric scissors, she slowly makes a small hole. Piercing the

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[branches of time. @windsberceuse]

it doesn’t matter…yes.

[ she stared at the other. ]

have you encountered anyone else..?

[Lumine, Goddess of Corruptive Destruction @strongertwin]

Mm..

(Slowly, the confused blonde lowers her sword, although she doesn’t put it away completely.)

They didn’t have a specific color.. they kept changing. They were from my home world, so I thought..

Ahem, Nevermind. It doesn’t matter.

[branches of time. @windsberceuse]

at her throat.

her eyes shut, a single tear falling from one or her eyes and into the fabric…the scent of cecilias now seeping through the fibers without her realizing. ]

[branches of time. @windsberceuse]

[ it was as if the being was looking into a prism, she knows what and who she is looking at but the image was distorted.

or maybe she herself is the distorted one.

feeling the fabric of the world she was once part of, pressing her cheek against the rough sandpaper-like

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[pathetic meow meow @ourvorax]

alarmed him not, as he'd remained in rest beneath the moonlight of the land of the free, shadowed by the warmth of the tree in Windrise. )

[branches of time. @windsberceuse]

texture. she wanted to speak, communicate to the other. but she knew if she were to appear before him, as they are now…it wouldn’t be a positive interaction.

but it had been so long since someone spoke to her, and the cold embrace of the abyss on her side was gnawing

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