#ekasti

((decided to do a height chart for my trolls gemstuck selves, because why the fuck not? this doesn’t really go by their heights as trolls, but their builds sort of match. but for the most part i only tried to incorporate the SU style into their gemstuck designs~))

Ekasti barely even registers how quickly it takes both she and Elixza to fall into their quadrant. Unlike Bhavan, the jadeblood truly does feel animosity towards the teal bitch of the blackest shade. Elixza would never be a tool for Ekasti, as she'd never had any plans for the tealblood other than to see her dead. That was still the plan, in fact. It never stopped being so.

Even after 40 sweeps. Over that time, the two of them had fought against and for each other. Killing those who would rob them of their revenge. Staking their claim on each others lives with kisses and blood.

But Ekasti was never one to fight which way this particular life had taken her, as it'd given her so much more purpose than the lives her other selves had lived. And in the end, she was right to take Elixza as her kismesis. Being the devoted disciple of Bhavan she was, it was only right that Ekasti should inherit all that he left her. She would follow the path he made to the bitter end.

And oh, how bitter Ekasti would make it for her kismesis. She remembers the little things the late highblood did to get the teal bitch's hackles rising. Antagonizing notes and gifts. Ekasti does the same. The only difference being that the two of them have clashed much more often than Bhavan did with her. And violence would take a swift turn into passion most nights.

But this. This would be the jadeblood's final strike at Elixza. No holding back anymore. No more sitting on their revenge, idle threats, or shallow wounds. They would be deep after this. Scarring, and in the end...deadly.

Ekasti fastens her outfit together, the high collar restricting, and her robe pressed and presentable. Just as her dear moirail had done. The jadeblood's outfit bore a striking resemblance to the one Bhavan had worn in his life, the only minor differences showing in it's design and coloring. Ekasti smiles, placing a pale kiss upon the brow of her moirail's skull for luck. The old, dry bone is cool on her lips.

She had sent her kismesis a message to meet. Ekasti hoped that Elixza would catch her underlying challenge. Their weapons would cross, no matter what. Time had been ticking down for them since her moirail's death. Soon, revenge would be had.

The path to you and your moirail's hive feels longer than it ever did in sweeps past. Longer, colder, and devoid of any real purpose...much like your life now. It'd been a lonely week, devoid of any kind of meaning in your eyes since Bhavan's dea-...since that night.

You'd found him in that cavern. Bloody and cold...colder than he should be. You'd shut down at that point, with jade tears streaming down your face, yet not feeling them. Even as you did away with his body during the lowblood sacrifice he'd organized for so long, you couldn't feel anything. You couldn't hear anything. At least nothing worthwhile.

You would continue his work, of course, as that's what your dear moirail would've wanted. The death of all lowbloods in the name of the Messiahs. You were no longer welcome in the church without his presence, but that didn't mean you had to stop practicing on your own. You would keep praying, and collecting sacrifices in his memory.

But...before you did any of that, there was one troll who needed to die. One to avenge Bhavan and his work. Even with how dead you feel inside, and how hollow your mind is now...you had to kill her. Make her suffer. Make her pay. That tealblooded, whore of a kismesis. Her scent had been all over the cavern that night.

Ekasti silently turned the pages of her book, trying to drown out the silence of her and Bhavan's hive with her own inner narrative. Her moirail had left earlier to take care of something, leaving the jadeblood on her own for a little while.

The book was a favorite of hers, containing the recordings of trolls from before her time about their apocalyptic visions. So far none had come to pass, but it was a subject Ekasti found calming. While time spent with her moirail and burying herself deeper into the juggalo religion was all well and good, her other selves' memories and voices would never be truly silenced until the release of death.

She sighs, closing the book. Her thoughts still haunted her, even with such an enjoyable book in her grasp. Thankfully, the silence that consumed the room was broken with a loud knock on the hive door. A little startled at the sound, Ekasti drops the book. She lets out a another sigh before leaving the couch and opening the door.

It wasn't as though snow was something Ekasti didn't know about. It just never reached her and Bhavan's hive. And it was something she'd rather like to see, since she'd yet to behold the stuff in the memories of her other selves. So, after making sure her moirail was alright with it, Ekasti decided a small trip to the mountains was in order.

It was a gradual process getting to the snow, as she neared said mountains. First came the cold, then the chilly winds, and eventually frost started appearing on the flora she passed. Thankfully, she'd been smart enough to dress warmer than usual. Eventually, she finds her feet crunching through the (growing steadily deeper) piles of snow, the jadeblood stopping once it was halfway up to her knee.