#all i know is that it's harder to be loyal brave and true ( queue )

[fiirstnephalem]

rubiesintherough asked: ❛ you seem somewhat familiar. have i threatened you before? ❜ ( cason )

COMING ACROSS OTHER beings was not uncommon in her line of work. When she was not in the ER, she was often face-to-face with all manner of supernatural. Each of them held their distinct scents and tells as to which they were, be it vampire, werewolf, siren etcetera. Sima had met pretty much every supernatural species there was, so it was no surprise to her when she picked up that the one coming to address her, was a vampire.

His question raised eyebrows, however. She did not know this guy, had never met him before, but somehow, he found her familiar. She had to think why that would be such the case, along with why he'd said about threatening her over anything else. " I cannot say that we have ever met before, let alone you threatening me. However, I have many questions on why you jump to that conclusion above anything. If you'd have met me before, you'd know that I am Princess of Hell, and threatening me is certainly not a clever thing to do. "

Thankfully, his threatening her was not the current case and having never met before meant that they were still strangers who could at least try an amicable introduction. " All that aside, however, now that we have met, I'm Sima. " With her introduction came the extension of her hand, offering it to him to shake.

@rubiesintherough can't remember meme. clearing out askbox / accepting.

[fiirstnephalem]

" Honestly? I'd love nothing more than to watch the bitch burn and I'd certainly make smores over her flames. " HER words were laced with bitterness as she spoke about her mother. Lilith was never anything but a sore subject for the nephalem and that probably spoke a lot to anyone she spoke to about the birth-giver who tried to call herself mother. " You summon her and I'll fetch the stuff to make smores with. "

"Oh, I don't know. Would've been rather eventful though, always worth a shot." The priest mused cooly, a rather devilish smile washing across his face -- - despite the sheer irony of it. "Should invite her over... have a barbecue. Or toast some marshmallows. Whatever takes your fancy."

[fiirstnephalem]

salvationofsouls asked: [ nightmare ] sender comforts receiver after they wake up from a nightmare ~ Lucifer

SLEEP. It was the one time when Sima could not escape her mind or the traumas from her past. Her PTSD made the memories haunt her in vivid recreation and no matter what she tried, there was no escaping it. Certain nights were worse than others. On the nights she did get a decent amount of sleep, she silently thanked her mind for it, she much preferred not to have to work and function on no sleep. Even those of celestial nature could reach points of exhaustion and Sima often worked herself to that point, going until she physically collapsed as her grace could not continue to carry her.

This night was not a blissful one though, shrouded by the vivid memories of torment and torture, Sima had woken with a loud shriek of 'NO' and the quick but heavy breathing of panic taking over her. She hated that her father saw her in such a state at times, but she was still caught in the grasp of the nightmare when he entered her bedroom. Tears stained her cheeks as she sat bolt-upright in her bed, her fingers gripping at strands of hair and pulling as she fought with her mind to fully pull away from the memory and wake up.

Her father's arm was the first time she realized he was in the room with her. It was also the first point she began to come out of the nightmare and back to reality. Hooded and dark eyes slowly found their way toward him and his features, scanning him as though he was a mirage she was trying desperately to determine was real, despite feeling his touch around her frame. " Daddy... " Rarely was she so vulnerable as she was when nightmares took over but one man she would always be more vulnerable with was her Dad. His arms offered a relief, a safety. He was really there with her and she quickly clamped her eyes shut and leaned into his side, clinging to him until the nightmare subsided from her mind completely. " When will they stop? "

@salvationofsouls prompts for feeling safe / accepting.

[fiirstnephalem]

Continued from here.

[ SMS: Bucky 💜 ]: You mean the world to me too, Bucky. [ SMS: Bucky 💜 ]: You're doing great at the whole relationship thing, trust me.

[fiirstnephalem]

thewxnderer asked: wink - Galahad

           IT HADN’T BEEN THE FIRST TIME ANOTHER HAD SHOWN HER SUCH AN ACTION and it probably wouldn’t be the last but, there was something about the man that had just winked at her that had the Nephalem quirk an eyebrow. She wasn’t about to play it easy though; she was her father’s daughter after all and so, with her eyes locked upon him as she looked over her shoulder, she gave a smirk in return and allowed for her eyes to offer a smouldering look before she returned to what it was, she was doing   ~   Singing in the club that her father owned.

                                            @thewxnderer​         LOUD & DEAFENING SILENCE  /                                                                                 ACCEPTING

[fiirstnephalem]

heavenguided asked: “This would not happen if I had a penis!”

     SHE WAS NOT REALLY SURE JUST WHAT HER AUNT WAS TALKING ABOUT IN THE moment but, Sima felt herself looking rather confused by the comment that had been made, causing her features to knit in a frown and her teeth to grit slightly. With the slight tilting of her head, the Nephalem quickly cleared her throat as she thought it over a little more then inhaled and shook her head.    “   Az... I    ---   I don’t believe it would be like that, to be honest.   ”

                             @heavenguided​   WAS THIS A MEME? I CANT REMEMBER.

[fiirstnephalem]

Sima also has a Red Doberman bitch named Damsel. Not a hellhound like her two big brothers but still proving to be quite the little guard dog and keeps her brother's busy.

[fiirstnephalem]

Sima has two Hellhounds who, when upon Earth, resemble that of Black and Tan Dobermans. Their names are ( Moddey ) Dhoo & Dipp. They sit either side of her throne whenever she is seated and then will sleep on the floor, either side of Sima's bed.       Despite being Sima's hounds, Dhoo and Dipp will also answer to anyone that Sima allows.

[fiirstnephalem]

salvationofsouls asked: “  why is there blood on your knife?  ” ~ Harmony

            THE KNIFE HAD BEEN LONG discarded to her side and Sima herself had taken to leaning over the back of her chair. Everything about her looked rather dishevelled now; hair, makeup, clothing... Even her heels had been lost in what had happened before Harmony had entered the room. Yet, the words of the young witch caused Sima’s gaze to lift and her bloodied hands to quickly curl up into fists to hide the crimson stains upon her palms. 

        She was glad that the body was hidden by her desk. Harmony did not need to know the full truth of what Sima had just had to deal with; half-truths and vagueness would suffice for the time being   ~   or at least, she hoped that it would.   “   Someone tried to come in and attack me... I protected myself.   ”   More fool them who dared even try to attack the nephalem, yet some still did; some even knew that certain weapons were needed to do so, too. Thankfully, although this person had gotten hold of such a weapon, Sima herself, was prepared.

                        @salvationofsouls​       BLOOD RELATED  /                                                                  ACCEPTING

[fiirstnephalem]

salvationofsouls asked: “  why are you bleeding?  what happened?  ” ~ Ethan

       SHE FELT THE BLOOD FINALLY and with the new sensation, Sima paused in her tracks. If she was only just feeling the trickle down the side of her face from the injury to her forehead, where else could she possibly be bleeding from but be unaware of? It was safe to say that she very quickly dropped her gaze and looked herself over as best as she could before returning her gaze upward and meeting with Ethan’s.   “   I... am not sure why...   ”

    She never bled. Why was she bleeding now? She’d been caught up in a scuffle whilst helping her brother’s team but it was not anything that she could not handle. A frown slowly descended across her features as she began to question. What did her bleeding mean? Was she also not immune to the powers of self-actualisation? Or was she vulnerable when   ---    “   Where’s Bucky?   ”

                                      @salvationofsouls​       BLOOD RELATED  /                                                                                  ACCEPTING

[fiirstnephalem]

          LET ME ASSIGN YOU A DARK LOVE LANGUAGE

                                                   an undoing influence

Can someone tell you what to do? You have been carrying so much love within you for so long it is starting to turn into anger (why does it matter, all you see is red anyways) and you have been dragging this body through each day and every night you are split open on your bed and it is so so so lonely. If someone were to walk in while you were on your bed that way and they stitched you back in a new way, lining the seams with their love and kisses, you’d probably find this dreary world a little more bearable. You want someone to turn you over and over until you look in the mirror and see yourself looking back at yourself with a gentleness which has been lacking in you since forever.

[fiirstnephalem]

“   That we cannot…   ” FOR IF SHE could, she’d have not chosen her mother to be her mother, nor would she have chosen Asmodeus as her brother and her sister’s twin at that. They were two beings who she would happily be without in her life but here she was, having to still deal with them. She quickly diverted back to him, however.   “    Those who fear and despise you do not deserve to have the pleasure of your time or acquaintance. There will always be those who worship you, I have some who do the same, I never openly speak about it because I find it wholly weird but, when my mother fails them? They turn to me. Sometimes being the second witch in existence is not entirely fun.   ”   Laughter left her lips again as she shrugged off her words. She knew most who chose to worship meant well with their decisions and for the most part, they were harmless beings but she saw the whole worship thing similarly to how her father did, neither of them was her grandfather.    “   At the end of the day, there will always be some within the family who will effectively be the difficult ones but we just have to leave them to it and ignore their little outbursts, lest you want to give them the satisfaction of a reaction, leading them to undoubtedly do it more and more because they know it provokes a response.   ”

"We may be very different beings, but family is family at the end of the day... regardless of what we are, it would seem." It was an amusing thought, knowing that family disagreements transcended purely mortal hosts. It was just something that everyone had to deal with, for better or worse. "I'm afraid not everyone feels the same way. Reactions to my presence greatly vary. Some fear me, some despise me, some even worship me, which... is not ideal either. I prefer a more neutral approach. I'm not a being who needs to be worshipped in order to exist." Luckily for life on Earth. "I, however, agree with you. Just because some of my siblings are one way, does not mean I cannot be another. Which is rather fortunate, in some cases." Mainly thinking of his brother Erlick, who was a topic his family tended to avoid with each other. "We can't always choose our family, after all."

[fiirstnephalem]

salvationofsouls asked: “ why the fuck is there blood on the carpet? ” ~ Christian

     SHE WAS BETTERED. BETTERED BY ANOTHER WHO’D SNUCK INTO HER HOME whilst she was trying to sort things out with her work. They’d jumped her before she’d even realised  ~  teach her for even thinking that at home, she could let down her guard. Of course, the scuffle had lead to more. A knife was pulled on her and the other side of her had kicked into gear. That darkness within her did what it needed to, so that she survived, even if it cost the other their life. 

      She’d long since pulled her demonic side back, but upon doing so, Sima saw the bloodshed that now painted both walls and carpet, let alone herself. Her head spun; it was an unfortunate side-effect to the Demon within her, surfacing and taking control, and it caused her to rub at her temples. She didn’t care about the light sway she had going on. In fact, she didn’t really have time to care about much of anything as Christian’s voice rung out, causing her to sharply lift her head and look over, only to see him stood there. She fell into an immediate state of shock. He was far from anyone she was expecting   ---   she wasn’t expecting anyone, truthfully. 

      His starting question would probably be a precursor to many others to come. She hoped it was pretty self-explanatory, considering the body still laid halfway across the room... didn’t it? 

      Doubt quickly crossed her mind.   “   I   ---   was attacked...   ”  She slowly moved herself across the room, heading for where she recalled the other’s body landing. A frown sat on her features as she peered behind the couch, only to see the blood pool but no body.   “  What the fuck...?!  ”   He’d surely think of her as crazy now... so much blood, and with no body to show for it?   “  Christian... The body   ---   It’s not there. It’s supposed to be here!  ”

                                  @salvationofsouls​      BLOOD RELATED  /                                                                            ACCEPTING.

[fiirstnephalem]

salvationofsouls asked: “ you can talk to me about anything, you know. “ ~ Bucky

        THEY HAD BEEN THROUGH THEIR FAIR SHARE OF THINGS DURING THEIR short time together, but there had always been something about Bucky that had made her feel safe, feel at home. She could be herself around him without fear of judgement   ~   excluding her workaholic tendencies and her need to help people, she knew what he and others meant when it came to those things, but that was just who she was and it was hard for her to stop. 

        The hospital had been her hideout again recently. Long hours spent there, working as much as she could; it was usually an indicator to anyone that something was playing on her mind that she was trying to keep herself busy from thinking about too much. Bucky evidently, knew her well. He’d met her after her triple shift, probably to drag her away from the building finally and get her to rest. She wasn’t expecting what he said to pop up, however. 

          It touched her in a way he probably wouldn’t realise. Caused her to smile and dip her head as she fiddled with her phone between her fingers. Slowly looking up at him again, she inhaled and gave a faint nod of acknowledgement.   “   I know... Take me home?   ---   Then I promise to talk with you, and only you.   ”

                            @salvationofsouls​     SACRED ROMANTIC MOMENTS  /                                                                                  ACCEPTING

[fiirstnephalem]

businessstrix asked: "Hurry up… I’m getting impatient."

      THE COMMENT AND TONE THAT CAME WITH IT HAD SIMA SMILE TO HERSELF as she focused on looking through her microscope. She was busy trying to help them with some research and if they wanted it done properly, then patience was something that needed to be learned. Trust it to be Adrian that was the one that was becoming impatient but, she knew that he was only wanting answers as much as she was. Still, it did not stop her from examining what she was looking at under the microscope.    “   The more you ask me to hurry up, the slower I will take... I’m going as quickly as I can, Adrian.    ---   Patience.   ”

                                       @businessstrix​   A MEME FORGOTTEN.

[fiirstnephalem]

IF HE NEEDED her to, Sima would tell him everything about him that had made her love him and continue to make her love and care for him as she did. She would happily shout it from the rooftops or write it in a love song to tell him and hope it got through to him somehow. She loved his jagged edges and his war-torn heart. Both made him who he was, as did his experiences leading up to her finding him that day. He’d come so far from the fearful man who trusted little when she first offered him food and tea. Now he was before her, loving all of her broken parts as she loved his. Both of them were broken but together, they were beautiful and that above everything, was what made her love him more and more. His thank you brought a smile in turn and her own hands quickly signed back   ‘  you’re welcome  ‘   before she reached herself up closer and pressed a soft kiss to the corner of his mouth, a small and gentle gesture like he wished to learn. 

Gentleness. A skill he was trying so hard to learn. To soften the edges formed by blades, poisoned air, and survival in a wasteland where his life had meant less than nothing... just a future corpse for scavengers and whatever wildlife could live there. And, yes, he was trying. Trying to be tender. Learning to love, to be loved. So little progress in his eyes... and maybe, she deserved someone less battle-forged. His head dipped. Wraith wanted to ask her why. Almost demand to know why she cared so much about him. To understand what she could possibly see when she met his gaze, beyond the mangled shreds him that'd lived this long. But, all that came from him was fingers brushing chin, ' Thank you... '