BURN THY GOD.

MOONLIGHT TREATS HIM WELL,    even should its heart be shrouded and mantle waned beside darkening nimbus clouds.   from between sharpened cracks,  harsh corners,  and an even harsher ambiance,  the stars seem and feel so very distant.  one smear along the sky is enough to chase them off,  their own light a mere blurred mummering when compared to the thousands upon thousands of lights set about the city. 

❝  i take it morbid things are to your liking ?  ❞   he is as subtle as a slip of silver.  a blink and he may be gone,  or perhaps he was always a trick of the light.  voice kept low,  shoulders neatly tightening as he marks his own approach.   ❝  you will find no shortage of them in these streets,  i assure you. ❞  

♱    @maiminglight·, 

the lights shift and morph under their gaze, wispy and ever moving. edges softening into lines, color losing it’s value till it’s all one orange hued blur. flames. they always see flames. even when they’d rather not. if only the stars were brighter, free from the mask of the clouds. “one could say that, yes.”

*    ۵    @maiminglight·    /    sᴛᴀʀᴛᴇʀ  .

𝐒𝐇𝐄  𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐄𝐒  𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐄  𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘  𝐀𝐑𝐄  𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐀𝐁𝐋𝐄  𝐀𝐒  𝐂𝐀𝐍  𝐁𝐄  𝐀𝐓  𝐇𝐄𝐑  𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄  .   something  like  this  —   for  neither  survival  or  sustenance  is  very  special  ,   she  would  rather  them  not  in  pain  .   and  goodness  knows  they’ve  felt  enough  of  it  already  .

“    𝚒𝚝  𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕  𝚋𝚎  𝚊  𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎  𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎  𝚊  𝚔𝚒𝚜𝚜  ,   𝚖𝚢  𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚘𝚞𝚜  𝚘𝚗𝚎  .    ”    she  explains  ,   thinking  it  best  that  they  know  as  much  as  possible  beforehand  .    “    and  i  shall  only  take  a  bit  ,   the  worst  you  will  feel  is  a  bit  of  pressure  from  my  —   teeth  .    ”

lucy  giggles  ,   excited  beyond  all  else  that  they  offered  up  their  neck  as  a  willing  sacrifice  .   it  speaks  of  trust  .   she  pulls  them  into  a  cold  embrace  with  one  arm  ,   lifting  her  other  hand  to  gracefully  tilt  matlal’s  head  to  the  side  to  rest  on  her  shoulder  .

brushing  their  hair  back  ,   their  throat  and  healthy  pulse  is  bared  to  her  .   she  leans  in  ,   brushing  her  lips  against  their  fluttering  heartbeat  .

“    now  ,   are  you  certain  you  would  still  like  me  to  ?    ”

“you ask the silliest questions sometimes.” a laugh is in their voice, soft and gentle, fond even. truly they were brimming with fondness when around her. edges softening into something removed from hostile, growls turned in for purrs and chuckling. the beastly glare of glowing eyes seeking a victim...gone. for once, that eerie glow was not so startling. something like light inhabited that feared gaze.

“you have your way, i have mine. and the scion’s are just a bunch of goodie goodies that don’t know how things are really done.” latent and oft acting like the personal maid to eorzea was how the group of lightbarers appeared. sitting on their hands till granted permission to act instead of making the first move, the first bite, the one and only killing blow needed. years of being the so called prophet to a people who knew much about war and power had given matlal many opinions of the societies within the lands of others and their willfulness in the dragging of their feet.

✦･ﾟ  share four songs / pieces of music that represent your muse! repost, don’t reblog!

witch of the vale  /  commemorate ( grendel remix )

palaye royale  /  anxiety

smash into pieces  /  godsent

elegant slims  /  not human

Despite the fact that they were discussing the hypothetical notion of consuming him, Androu’s shoulders couldn’t help but bounce a bit with laughter. He steadies himself in a way that would allow Matlal to recline ‘gainst him if they so wished; small and lithe as their form was, they were not nearly as fragile as they looked.  ❝At least I know how to swim, so you won’t be having to pick me out from the bottom of the river. Though that also means I could probably swim away if you threw me in.❞

mictlan is both the name of the tonacatl’s primary god as well as the name given to those who succeed in becoming the chieftain of the clan. those with the title are viewed in a similar way to a lesser god, respected and admired by all tonacatl, seen as victory in war and over death personified. as such, when a reigning mictlan is defeated and killed by another of tonacatl blood, the victor is then made the next leader of the people. as matlal killed and cannibalized their cheiftan and aunt, he knew his people would name them the next mictlan, intensifying an already dreaded belief in him being their long gone silent maker reborn. it is why, as he stood in the flames of the flames surrounding him and his abuser, he choose to run away from the only world he’d ever known. leaving his family and people to panic and stress over who would become their new messiah.