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closed for @darknessbloomed​

the other is a familiar figure from home among the mortals - still just as primitive as she remembers, still living in their homes made of stone, piled on top of each other as if it equated to grandeur. she can hardly begin to imagine why the gods and goddesses even bothered with blessings when they clearly amount to nothing in this town of theirs. 

to her, it is no different than the beginning of this earth. still, the mortals wage war, grow forests over the blood spilled into soils. she knows her children well, knows what they have planned, what they will plan, what will be left at the end of it. 

it is why she is here, after all. 

persephone is a welcome sight among the world she has been away from for so long; not quite home, but close enough in a place like this. 

“these humans have not changed much since i have been here last. with all the gods speak of in guiding and favouring, i would have imagined something more impressive.” in this twilight hour there is no one on the streets but them, the goddess eyeing the market stalls with slight disdain. 

“time has changed, and yet it has not at all. i thought there would be more to see with all the stir these goddesses have caused among one another.” 

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closed for @ofartcmis​

your thoughts form her name, too-natural and reverberating in the hollows after it is uttered in a breath that is not yours. you call to her, and it is the most instinctive thing; babe to mother, moon to dark, god to the infinite. 

she appears before you, features bleeding from the dark sky until it forms the human vessel she has adopted, star-atomed and streaming ater. she stands on the ledge of the roof, pulled more towards the sky than to stone, no need for caution even as she stands on the border of nothing. 

even the nothing is hers, as is the little goddess before the moon. 

“my dear artemis.” she whispers, and the stars, and the sky, and the moon does, too. the world makes way for the name, and constellations scramble to spell it out carefully. “you worry.” 

the primordial asks no questions, can sense the goddess’ unease like rain to skin, droplets down cheeks. she beckons the goddess nearer, shines moonlight to look more closely at the child she grew, raven-feathered and star-sweet.

she is sharper now, and the goddess runs cold fingers over the slight furrow of brows, smoothing over the crease. there. lovely. 

“what troubles you, child? the mortals will perish and the goddesses will learn nothing from their little feud. time will pass and this shall mean nothing to us again.” 

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closed for @truedaughter

the night is breath-held, starless. there is a stillness to even the waves of the ocean, darkness draping her skirts over the skies, extinguishing any light. hold your breath now, for you can feel the dark at your lips, asking to come in. it is only a drowning, they whisper. you won’t feel a thing. 

then, you see it: shards of moonlight, stardust formations of being. first, fingertips, silver-white crawling until it illuminates the curve of jawlines, lines of bodies, serrated-sharp. far enough to be nothing but a reflection of your imagination out in the water, then looming before you in a blink. 

she stands taller than the princess before her, waves of the ocean bowing at her feet, though neither sand nor water seem to collect at the hem of gowns; fragment of the dark sky. she surveys the girl like a plattered meal, circles around her slowly with gazes unblinking before she stops, eyes unreadable. 

“you are not the mortal prize.” it is said like fact, voices unused and full of gravel. there is an echo, or perhaps a whisper that says something indistinguishable behind you. “perhaps for the better. i have no use for prize toys.” 

the sound is grating, knife to vein. does it scare you, or is it a comfort? 

“you almost remind me of one of my own, child.” she does not tell you which one, merely keeps her eyes on you, as if stripping skin from skeleton. “tell me, what foolishness has your kind caused to have all the gods gathering?” 

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— ✹ HEED THE MURMUR ! The Halls of Sparta welcome ( NYX ) the ( GODDESS ) of ( THE NIGHT ) to the festivities. They are ( IMMORTAL ) and strike a likeness to ( ABBEY LEE KERSHAW ). Their deeds precede them in the world — extolled to be ( ELEGANT, ASTUTE, & PERCEPTIVE ) yet ( CALLOUS, CONTROLLING, & MALICIOUS ) in their worst hour. When they enter a quiet room, shadows of ( THE DARK EDGES OF YOUR SKELETON CRAWLING OUT OF YOUR MOUTH, FINGERNAILS SCRAPING THE RIDGES OF YOUR THROAT & OOZING PAST LIPS | THE QUIET CHANTING OF DUSK, GREGORIAN, REPEATING YOUR NAME: VOICES OF THE LOVER YOU DAMNED, FATHER YOU SLAYED WITH YOUR OWN TWO HANDS, CHILDHOOD YOU HALF-SWALLOWED, FUTURES YOU WISH TO ABANDON | THE BREATH BEFORE A SUBMERGENCE INTO BLACK WATERS; SILENCE PRESSING HER LIPS INTO YOURS, PULLING YOU UNDER ) spring forward. Their opinion about the marriage contest is ( NEUTRAL ). Their purpose at the Spartan court falls in line with ( WATCHING WHAT CHAOS THE GODS WILL CREATE FOR THEMSELVES ).

hey hey hey i’m back on my bullshit bc all the skeletons r just way too beautiful ?? 

let’s see... nyx is essentially just  really old and super Over It 

think of like a prehistoric european great-grandmother who would beat the shit out of you if you misbehave and tell you that you look ugly in a dress because she’s too old to care about trying to get into ur good graces at this point

she knows she’s above the mortals and even the gods, being one of the first ( or the actual first, depending on what you believe ) primordial, hence she’s always Unimpressed tbh she tends to accidentally-not-accidentally look down on almost everything around her 

not a lot genuinely upsets/bothers her she’s really out here Vibing and judging you all 

usually v poised and composed but. if u somehow manage to piss her off she’s v much Cold Fury - won’t go feral but will def dole out a much stricter punishment than needed without even batting an eye

only cares about her direct children so even if you’re her great-great-great-great grandson it doesn’t matter, she doesn’t give a fuck 

has assumed almost a Watcher position over everyone for ages; god-watching for some time now. not particularly loyal and would betray u if she felt like it but would be a v powerful ally bc u essentially get protection from any godly harm ( incl our problematic fav, zeus ) if u run to her and she likes u enough

fears no human, fears no god, but won’t overstep by any means. she doesn’t have a strong ego/pride but a v rooted understanding of who she is in comparison to others

may still think we’re in caveman times so be patient with her kwjgkwejg

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“I’m drowning away.”

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─── erin van vuren.