– warscasualty ;;

                 Long, brittle nails tapped against marble, the fallen columns of a RUINED temple all but unappealing to the raven-haired deity. Her skin was sallow with that sickly, olive tone, her eyes as green as emeralds entrapped within their wells. She liked the way that stone felt beneath her fingers. The way its TEXTURE brushed against nerve and was chilly and somehow warm. But there was that bitterness in her tone, that shallow HATRED of everything she touched. Of course, it wasn’t true. And yet it was. It was true and false and meaningless and– 

                 ❛  I was staring to wonder where you got off to.  ❜

NEEDS A THERAPIST?.

nefariiam:

❝ You would be surprised at the amount of stupidity
   that I get to witness. Had it not been for the fact that
   it’s my JOB to surround myself with those idiots, it
   would certainly be entertaining. ❞

                   Mm, right. As if anyone would willingly surround themselves with a crown of painfully moronic sods. It didn’t matter what they were; immortals, mortals, animals or something in between. There was only so MUCH stupidity that Eris could take, and she  s u s p e c t e d  the same of him. They were blood, after-all. Something dark and unpleasant and sticky and WRONG. Yet oh-so necessary.

                       ❛  How long you going tell yourself that before you crack?  ❜

MORGANA.

            “Wine is a drink of the GODS of course I have some for you.”

                 A soft smile crossed her features and she pulled herself up and off her throne. True — She was not the Queen of Camelot yet. However one day she would and that was the day she would triumph in bringing the old ways back to the land for she was sick of how the false God rang from the lips of humans. She made her way over to a barrel which looked much cleaner than the rest, and she grabbed a silver chalice filling it up with the sweet wine. She soon made her way over to the beauty, looking interested in what she was saying. Did she know what she was? She must have surely.

                       “Unique Qualities you say? You know that I am a high priestess of the OLD WAYS, then?”

            ❛ So they say. ❜  said Eris, voice monotonous and stale,  ❛ They say that Athens was named for the the Goddess Athena’s charity, granting to them fertile land to grow their grapes and olives and feed their folk… Some find eager parallels between she and one of the Morrigan. ❜

                  Fingers rubbed against the palm of her hand, long nails scaping the dead skin before finding the rim of that shiny, silver chalice. She sloshed the red liquid about, eyeing the barrel nearby for the quality of its make. Yes, she  k n e w  of her abilities, of the way she treated the Gods with RESPECT– as they should have been. Forgotten for far too long, left in the shadows of the new, monotheistic religion.

                    ❛ You have no idea… ❜

pavoregina​

         ❛ SORRY to disappoint you. I know how terrible it must be to be spared Aphrodite’s company. But I’m sure she’s been pulled away by some IDIOT for– well, I’ll let you use your imagination. ❜

JANIE.

           “Method of operation. ‘Bangin’s still alright. ‘Awesome sauce’ may date you few years, but that’s alright. I don’t judge. What did you guys say back in…holy shit, how far back do you go?” 

                ❛ Oh, well, thanks for that little BOOST to my ego. I always love thinking about how fucking OLD I am, Jane. But, let’s see… my first name was Tiamat, and that was ten…thousand years ago? Fifteen. Yeah… that sounds right. ❜

(Source: nefariiam)

thehighpriestessx.

“Well isn’t this a surprise. What brings you all the
way to my home? I do not get visitors often.” The
raven haired woman spoke carefully, but she knew
it was because many feared her. “Would you like
something to drink or eat?”

           ❛ Wine, if you have it. I like to INDULGE… ❜

              Morgana– yes, she knew the name. The very same as any who could claim to know the name Uther, Arthur or the barbarians of northern Albion. Eris seated herself cautiously, looking over the beauty shown painted on the face of a would-be Queen. Mortal, unlike SHE. But oh-so interesting, oh-so promising, for so FEW now could use the gifts offered by the Gods themselves…

                ❛ I tend to take interest in those who have… unique qualities, so to speak. ❜

motherofasgard.

              She couldn’t help the smirk
               that tugged at her lips.

                       “Many think the Earth is theirs.”

       ❛ Many are WRONG, then, aren’t they? 
               Fortunately, we were actually BORN there…❜

             Green eyes searched the Queen’s own, lips forming a small frown. They were well-shaped with a pretty, purple-painted cupid’s bow. Perhaps the only thing that could detract from the dark circles of sunken eyes.

nefariiam:

STARTER CALL! Verses and lengths will vary. ***

lipsoftheredrose​

                  ❛ Happy endings and nightmares…. That’s a little cliche, don’t you think? What about the people who were considered evil? Do you think they got their own ending, something they deserved? It’s not like it matters– nothing does, not really. ❜