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The Goddess, Eris.

est. March, 2015.

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NEEDS A THERAPIST?.

nefariiam:

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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. ❞

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                   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?  ❜

sonofshadow.

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Hey, it’s not ALWAYS peaceful; I do get death
  threats daily, actually — which is kinda ironic. ❞

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           ❛  Death threats… to Death? Wow. That’s ground-breaking. You must be so afraid all the time. What if they strike from the shadows? You’ll be so defenseless.  ❜  

(Source: nefariiam)

Brother.

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Oh, I don’t know — they kinda make my job easier,
   as my arena mostly covers those who die peacefully.
  Less work for me, basically. ❞

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                ❝   Oh, fucking bite me, Thanatos. There’s nothing
                      fun about peaceful death. But  what’s  the  point
                      of stirring the  god  damn  pot  if  they  have the
                      bigger spoon?   ❞

(Source: nefariiam)

sonofshadow

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                ❝   Soon they’ll have no need for us anymore.  
                      Bombs, guns, nuclear warfare… It’s like we
                      don’t even have to try.  ❞

THANATOS.

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At the very first glance, he would not have depicted her
as the young
&& vibrant sister he once nursed amongst
their own; her aura had darkened
&& her visage turned
daunting. Despite the few seconds of daze, the deity got
up from his seat to welcome his dearest sibling; because
that was what she would ALWAYS be —— his own sister.

❝ I’m glad to see you’re well. Because you are..well, right?

          Nimble fingers rested against her porcelain cheek, reassuring
          himself that it was her in the flesh. Whatever reason she had
          to return, Thanatos hoped it was on positive terms, for once.
          His family could clash every now and then —— was it never
          just out of LOVE? Or perhaps that was an understatement.

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   That touch she pressed into but for a moment, long
   lashes fluttering against porcelain like the feathers
   of a lark. She was sickly and she was DEATH, starvation
   and DESPAIR, and yet she felt his touch and had yet to
   truly recoil. She felt no emotion, she felt no longing that
   she BEGGED for in the night. It was empty, it was pain. 

                               It was Eris. 

      ’  As well as I can be, I suppose. The years are
         kind to so many, yet it seems I am ever-spared
         their gift. – And you, my brother? Are you… well? ’

   She would not ask for their mother, nor would
   she bow her head in blatant CURIOSITY for her
   darling father, the darkness that had birthed them,
   the night that gave them life.

(Source: nefariiam)

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