#abnedea

       { ☩ }—;    There’s always been this...Itch, to know something she shouldn’t fucking know. Queries that she’s always, always, kept to herself for the sake of omnipotence speeches or idealisms that would not offer the peace of mind she sought. Never asked any of THEM, but Athena was different. A strange and iron-bound friendship that bloomed into familial; who would think to see a Goddess as a mother? This dumbass here.

       But, she doesn’t regret any of it. The musings nor the fucked up acts of ‘love’ bestowed via armies to fight against or trials. The Otherworldly Fighter welcomes it, a more defined action of LOVE and materal warmth than that of her birth mother.

    { ☩ }—;    The gesture is surprising but The Gothic Fighter knows not to question The Goddess, at least, not anymore. Mercurial and ever-changing just like the fucking seasons is she. Wrathful and watchful, benevolent and kind like a mother lost to the cosmos; no, the child dressed in midnight cradled between her hands was never truly harmed if only tested time and time again.

    She knew, as all familial bonds are to be. And so, silence is worn like a fucking choker but she doesn’t suffocate; rather offer HER wordless appreciation. A soft and faint glow of azure light in those lonely eyes, slowly they are hidden like the gems they are as she exhales softly (gently; though a GODDESS stands before her, she is afraid to hurt her even in the tiniest fucking breaths). 

    She wants to cry, the urge is there; the burning and itching of her throat and misted eyes. A tender moment that she quietly tucks away into her heart and loses herself in that gilded warmth.

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thats so punk rock

      { ☩ }—;    She smiles broadly at the other, laughter rumbling in her throat,  ❝ Well how the fuck was I supposed to know! ❞ It ends up escaping her regardless, chuckles that tickled her lips as her rock painting came to a close end.