the cleansing blade

" oh! i didn't, uh... i didn't hear you come in! "

" what's going on in here? "

" what the hell are you doing?! "

" i swear, it isn't what it looks like... "

" what's in your hand? "

" i can't believe you! "

" stop! what the hell's the matter with you?! "

" oh! i-i thought you were napping! i was just... tidying up a little. "

" how am i supposed to trust you? "

" i cannot wait to see you explain yourself this time. "

" i can explain... "

" this is technically breaking and entering, you know... "

" oh! well, this isn't the bathroom! i got lost, this place is so big and confusing... "

" you look pretty shady, to be honest... "

" nice lock-picking skills. why didn't you just ask me for the keys? "

𝐒𝐎   𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐘   𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐆   𝐖𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐍   𝐁𝐄𝐆𝐀𝐍   𝐀𝐒   𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐊𝐄𝐍   𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋𝐒.

independent,   private,   and   selective   multimuse   roleplay   blog,   featuring   various   female   original   characters.    conjured   by   enchantress.

some sign language!

« are you okay? »

« is this seat taken? »

« let's go for a walk. »

« i'm hungry, let's get lunch. »

« you seem quieter today. is everything alright? »

« you want to watch a movie? »

« you've been studying sign language, but this isn't the right one. let me help you. »

« you're probably the only person i feel like myself around. »

« INSERT WHATEVER YOU LIKE! »

and some gestures!

[ wave ] - your muse waves at my muse in greeting or to catch their attention

[ embrace ] - your muse pulls my muse into a tight hug.

[ company ] - your muse joins my muse on a quiet, companionable stroll.

[ smile ] - your muse offers a smile to my muse when they seem to need it.

[ stroke ] - your muse gently runs a hand down my muse's back to comfort them

[ dance ] - your muse guides my muse onto the dance floor.

[ brush ] - your muse brushes away my muse's tears

[ caress ] - your muse runs their hand through my muse's hair.

[ map ] - our muses plan a road trip together

[ write ] - your muse writes my muse a note ( BONUS if you add what is in the note! )

“You have nothing to fear from me, my son. You are the sword of avenging light in pitched battle with the Lord of Darkness. Did you think you could escape his touch? His corruption? The Beast does not tear flesh. It tears souls.” 

The monk shuddered as he fought off a wave of emotion. 

Father Carden’s voice was soft. “Speak this poison and expel it before it sickens you further.”

“It tells me I am the dark angel.”

“Of course it does,” Carden chuckled, pulling the monk’s hooded face to his chest. “For that is what you are to our enemies. God’s cleansing blade. My dear, dear sweet boy.”