jewel hunter ;

The question breaks her out of the bubble of fantasy. She pulls herself upright, pretending that she has not been raking her eyes appreciatively across his figure. Oh, those muscles are delicious.

Though it’s unnecessary, for she somehow knows that this man will not buy her act. They’re both well-practiced liars after all. It doesn’t stop herself from trying to maintain her innocent image, however.

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tagged by: @loudyetkindheartdoctor (thank you!! this was like 10 billion years ago tho omg im so sorry ahsfidkjd) tagging: whoever!!

The wretched King Minos has decided your fate. His tale wraps around his body 7 times.The sweet light no longer strikes against your eyes. Your shade has been banished to... the Seventh Level of Hell!

Guarded by the Minotaur, who snarls in fury, and encircled within the river Phlegethon, filled with boiling blood, is the Seventh Level of Hell. The violent, the assasins, the tyrants, and the war-mongers lament their pitiless mischiefs in the river, while centaurs armed with bows and arrows shoot those who try to escape their punishment. The stench here is overpowering. This level is also home to the wood of the suicides- stunted and gnarled trees with twisting branches and poisoned fruit. At the time of final judgement, their bodies will hang from their branches. In those branches the Harpies, foul birdlike creatures with human faces, make their nests. Beyond the wood is scorching sand where those who committed violence against God and nature are showered with flakes of fire that rain down against their naked bodies. Blasphemers and sodomites writhe in pain, their tongues more loosed to lamentation, and out of their eyes gushes forth their woe. Usurers, who followed neither nature nor art, also share company in the Seventh Level. 

“A present for me?” She accepts it with two hands, carefully staring at the wrapping paper. She has lived this long but she has never gotten tired of the joy of receiving gifts. “My, thank you! Merry Christmas!”

——-♜ Welp, if this is how Killua goes he might as well make it worthwhile.

          “W-what? You’re l-losing your hearing too? That face is r-really showing your a-age you know?” Killua grits out, smirk still evident. On his tomb will read ‘Killua Zoldyck, killed by brattiness’.

   --A snap.

And the boy’s pitiful life is cut off. Later, she will tell the best friend that there has been an unfortunate accident. And she will look upon his grave with guilt--

No, that was a lie.  Her wrath transcends death.

“It’s the feeling you get when you see someone you love, and your heart jumps and surges...” She closes her eyes, letting out a happy sigh. “When you see handsome men, and their sexy muscles... That skip in your heart when they turn and pay attention to you...”

She pops the balloon easily with a quick thrust of her finger and immediately catches the offender red-handed.