☾ * the high priestess .

                                          as i survey the chaos,

                                          taking in the lack of raw humanity.

                                          it's as if the entire world,

                                          has fallen in love with their

                                          𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐓𝐘!

                                         hear the innocent voices scream,

                                          as their tormentors laugh,

                                          through all of it.

                                          no forgiveness for all i've seen,

                                          a degradation i cannot forget.

                                        i am the hand of god,

    the memory keepers were always ones to stick their noses where they didn't belong,  devil hunter had found her fair share of those pesky  travelers  within her home.  devouring those handful of individuals;  THEY NEVER HEEDED HER WARNINGS.  the memories,  sweet     ﹠    savory.  prying,  poking,  they always came back.  eventually.  being one of the first,  the original four that inhabited the world of pteruges-v    [ ⋯ ]    many realities     ﹠     possibilities could come to fruition.  the garden had  ALWAYS  been over their heads.

    black swan deemed no different.

    she'll play along,  however.

    ❛    there's always two sides to a single story.  the truth,  then the lies.  which have you heard?   ❜         eyes that held such intensity remain fixated on the woman in violets;  picking her apart with red pupils.  her grin never falters,  as if silently hunting the prey 'fore her.  there's no reason to lunge,  to tear apart.  the bird would find it's wings pinned 'tween canines sooner or later  -  rather it be of her own volition    [ ⋯ ]    or falling for an obvious trap.

Makima may pluck her wings , but it is temporary . She is spared the finality , a truth she's certain hunter knows , but that does not make her immune to avoidance . Should Makima truly wish her questions to cease , she need only refuse .

Impolite to gaze within another's memories without permission , after all .

' Well , that's difficult to answer , isn't it ? I've no idea of knowing what you deem a lie , because your truth may be different from theirs ... ' A click of her tongue , a shrug of shoulders as she crosses arms beneath chest .

"I   dare   you   to   try."

"Do   you   always   get   close?"

"You’re   pushing   my   limits."

"Stop   looking   at   me   like   that."

"I’m   losing   control   here."

"You   have   no   idea,   do   you?"

"I   can’t   resist   you   anymore."

"Stay   back,   or   don’t."

"I   know   what   you   want."

"This   is   getting   dangerous   now."

"You’re   too   tempting   for   me."

"I   shouldn’t   want   this,   but…"

"I   don’t   play   fair,   remember?"

"Careful,   you’re   testing   me."

"You’re   just   making   it   worse."

"You’re   too   close   for   comfort."

"Do   you   always   push   buttons?"

"Stop   before   I   kiss   you."

"You’re   making   it   too   hard."

"I   can’t   stop   thinking   about   you."

"I   want   you   too   much."

"You   know   exactly   what   you’re   doing."

"I’m   not   playing   games   here."

"You’ve   crossed   the   line   now."

"Keep   pushing,   and   you’ll   regret   it."

"This   is   dangerous,   isn’t   it?"

"I’m   trying   not   to   care."

"Don’t   make   me   regret   this."

"You’re   playing   with   fire."

"You   don’t   know   what’s   coming."

"I   shouldn’t   be   this   close."

"We’re   getting   dangerously   close   now."

"I   can   feel   the   heat."

"Don’t   test   me   right   now."

"I   want   you   too   badly."

"Don’t   make   me   chase   you."

"You’re   distracting   me,   you   know."

"I   won’t   fall   for   this."

"I   want   you,   but…"

"What   do   you   want   from   me?"

"I’ll   never   give   in."

"I’m   trying   not   to   care."

"You’re   playing   with   my   patience."

"Don’t   make   this   harder,   please."

"I   can’t   stop   this   feeling."

"I’m   already   in   too   deep."

"You   won’t   walk   away   unscathed."

"You’re   walking   a   fine   line."

"I’m   trying   to   stay   calm."

BLACK SWAN — RECOLLECTIONS

         they're strange encounters, always falling in such entrance among each other.  fleeting memories, emotions, touches;  it's always a familiar nostalgia when lanced together with black swan.  an inescapable lust filling her chest, such fiery passion behind each other's eyes  -  if one looked away, they other might disappear for  god knows how long.  a few seconds, minutes, hours, years, decades?  would they ever cross paths again?  the consumer of sins grips onto fabric   ﹠   dug metal claws into fabric.  it creates some holes, a sorrowful look bestows the emanator.

         lip's bit, chewing on easily tearable skin    ⋯    this hunger persists,  a feeling longed for, completely forgotten, only to reignite in the presence of this entity.  lids close a moment,  something sorrowful quickly became joyful;  a small smile forms, another step taken forward   ﹠   bosoms touch.

         " you are the only one who can satisfy me, miss celesia. "

But she's yet to share this with Acheron . With the fate of Duke Inferno , whispering about whoever remains of his bloodline seems risky ; as if speaking their name may bring them into the world again . Whatever fate the others may have met , whoever may still long for the destruction of worlds ... she hopes they allow the galaxies a moment's rest before anything foolish .

Selfishly , she hopes they will allow her more time with the one she's grown so enamored with .

Her hand , a ghost across the small of Acheron's back , traces the bones housing Emanator's soul , making way to the front of frame 'fore fingers catch the cheeky strap peeking above hip . With a tug , she pulls their forms together , embracing as naturally as the moonlight envelops the stars .