HAS RISEN !

          ❝   sorry  ,  i  don’t  know  if  that  was  a  compliment  or  …   i mean  ,  thank you but also  —  i wouldn’t say i look  better  in green than anybody else  ,  objectively or otherwise. i think everyone has… the potential to look… great in green.  ❞

      ❛ green doesn’t look good on just anyone. don’t lower me to everyone else’s pathetic standards. green is something only the truly gifted can pull off and i cannot believe you can’t see that. ❜

“ comedian? ” he questions with a small laugh coming from him, his eyes leveled on her rather easily. She looks somewhat above this atmosphere, a different sort of emanating feeling bouncing off of her. Shaking his head some he leans on the surface there before him as he keeps his gaze strictly on her.

“ And I assume that I have kept you entertained? ” he questions with an interested lift of his brows.

     the smile that crosses her lips is sly in nature, flashing her teeth at him. this interaction is bound to go one way. she hasn’t used any magic yet he’s already on her hook, whether he knows it or not.      ❛ well, if you wished to entertain me some more then why don’t you show me your shining city ? i haven’t been here since the 20′s, it has changed so much. ❜

     Family is a unit sharing the same biological signature ,  or so it says as the basic definition.  To be able to establish a family is to marry a woman of good standing and fertile womb , bear kids under the Hart name , and —–  leave , he hears his father’s voice strongly say.  That is the duty of a family :  to carry on a Hart’s legacy.  That is his duty ——— not.

     Embers of defiance sit well inside a young soul sparked to life by ideals and convictions presented in a gift by an institution far from home ,  after long years of seclusion from what the outside world offers.  It is a trait he didn’t dare set on fire and keep it dormant until he feels a poke ;  heart bled open for so long every time he faces his father ,  his only family.  

     To think that there are others there for him … ?

            ❛     There are no others.  Never will be.   ❞        Said he in a hostile tone ,  upset turns for the worse when truth once again rub salt onto wound.  He is not a child anymore to throw tantrums and be petted by the back to calm down ,  but certain emotions set him on edge when agitated , distressed , hurting.  It is hard to cover stitches upon chest being pried open by advices telling him an impossible alternative ;  for he has always been alone.  How can a man on an island connect to his people on the main islands if said society shunned him themselves and left him to perish ?

                         I am unwanted.  I am alone.  I am hated. 

     Whispers within ears he tried to ignore as he crosses his arms and takes a step back away from the other ;  clearly physically attempting to shield small stature from the world by trying to make himself appear smaller. 

            ❛     I think I … deserve it.  Unfairness is part of life ,  isn’t it ?     ❞        Bitterness fills words lace with brokenness ,  as a dry chuckle follows before a rough murmur under his breath ,  secret kept only within private moments with himself.        ❛     Because I’m a murderer.     ❞

     amora thinks that midgard has moved on from the deeply embedded misogyny of the past. in the old days, a woman was only to be noticed when she was fertile and ready to have an heir and a spare, ensure that the line was pure. amora saw kings and queens of different countries come together, regardless of race. it cemented their friendship, to have a royal born between two families. the enchantress, who has barely visited earth since those times, didn’t think that those were the ways any more but it seems the idea may remain.

     he is weak, she decides that rather quickly. when every truly abandons him, he will die. this has always been the way on asgard, as well as other planets. amora, who has never been given a second to be weak, cannot stand when others are given the opportunity. he is weak because he is blindsighted by the fact that he is attached to his family, and by the fact that he has a dark past. amora, who has spilled her fair share of blood, has been able to find a small family of her own.

      ❛ even murderers have families. even murderers allowed to allow others to love them. you are weak because you’re bound to the confines of your fathers hate for you. i am a murderer. i have killed millions across the galaxy, yet i have a family who support me. you want to be kept down because it’s all you know. ❜

.｡*ﾟ+ .｡.:*☆ *.｡         ❝    WELL,  YOU SAID THAT.   i said you were someone to keep an eye on.   big difference.    ❞      though of course,   leading to the same conclusion.    arms fold themselves ‘pon broad chest,   the gesture of unarmed stature  (   &   current good will   –   )   ,    though purposeful placement of gun holster against thigh.   the combat knife hidden against small of your back.   preparation shrouds you,   the urge for violence however does not.     &   yes,   mildly grateful that you can gaze against her eye-level from across the room,   5′5″ essence no match for taller form.    ❝   the intel we have on you is   –   staggering.    care to explain yourself  ??  ❞   

     the enchantress can read between the lines. she’s a formidable threat and that makes her immensely proud. her left brow cocks at his word, a surge of anger running through her veins but she beats it down with a bat.       ❛ i do not have to explain myself to anyone. an ant does not threaten a boot. if you truly know who i am, if your information is indeed correct, then you would know better then to bother me. ❜