#harpyiiae

he doesn't know why she does the things that she does, sometimes. well ━━━ he does, in a way. he knows she's not human, knows that some of her characteristics are far from human, and he just sort of ... goes along with it. celeste was good to him, nice to him in perhaps the most genuine way he'd ever witnessed.

celeste was, simply put, a wholeheartedly kind person ; and he liked that about her. even if she refused to move from his lap, even if she was a little over protective of him ( not that he had any idea why, mind you ) he liked it.

The 𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚋𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛 had tried and failed to restrain Celeste, failed to leave with her captive and in tow, but what they carried with them was no less damning; they carried 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐𝗅𝖾𝖽𝗀𝖾, the knowledge of her, of where she dwelt, of where she had been hiding all this time. That knowledge would almost certainly find its way to the 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚍𝚞𝚊𝚕 Celeste dreaded most, and when that bridge had been crossed, this life of hers would surely be in jeopardy. 

Tension, thick and heavy, undoubtedly filled the air in the wake of this troubling scene, but there was ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴇʟꜱᴇ in the air tonight, or rather, ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡɪɴᴅ that rustled through the tree tops; something ᴄᴏʟᴅ, and ᴘᴇꜱᴛɪʟᴇɴᴛ, something that had been ᴡᴀᴛᴄʜɪɴɢ.

ᴀɴᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴄʀᴇᴀᴛᴜʀᴇ was here, same as it had been many nights before, ǫᴜɪᴇᴛ, ᴜɴꜱᴇᴇɴ, yet ever present somewhere in the twisting shadows of the Dreadwood, eying Celeste with its calm, horrid curiosity.

ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʀᴇᴀᴛᴜʀᴇ, ᴊɪɴ, would no longer stay unseen or silent, however. Jin had left Celeste well enough alone since seeking her revelations, but tonight, as she stood on the 𝗽𝗿𝗲𝗰𝗶𝗽𝗶𝗰𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝗿𝘂𝗶𝗻𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻, he aimed to be the hand that dragged her back from the edge.

ᴅᴇꜱɪɢɴꜱ, Jin had so many designs on Celeste, and perhaps tonight, after much thought, they could finally be put into motion.

"You should have killed that 𝚏𝚘𝚘𝚕 when you had the chance, it would have saved you a great deal of trouble," Jin said, his tone cold and smooth, and not at all without it's charm when he calls her, "𝗙𝗿𝗮̈𝘂𝗹𝗲𝗶𝗻 𝗦𝘁𝘂𝗿𝗺𝗮𝘂𝗴𝗲𝗻."

On the wind, a faint disembodied voice echos Jin's just then, hauntingly, and almost bewitchingly calling Celeste, in the common tongue, '𝙇𝙖𝙙𝙮 𝙎𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙢𝗲𝙮𝙚𝙨'.

From behind a tall, old oak, Jin strides out like an apparition, fixing Celeste with his piercing, crimson eyes, and with a manner most devilish, he smirks and asks, "𝘄𝗵𝗮𝘁 will you do now, and better yet, 𝘄𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 will you go?" // @harpyiiae

GODS  ALMIGHTY,  EVERYTHING  SUCKS.

this  is  not  an  unusual  sentiment  for  him  to  hold.  maybe  it’s  the  fact  that  he  has  three  shots  in  him  at  the  moment  -  a  recently  upped  vaccine  and  two  glasses  of  vodka  -  but  verso’s  temper  is  not  in  a  restrained  state.  the  bull’s  in  the  china  shop,  the  tiger  is  loose,  the  unloved  son  of  zeus  is  busy  roaming  about  rooftops  with  a  fucking  vengeance.  

here’s  the  problem  about  monster  hunting:  there  comes  a  point  where  he’s  kind  of  seen  everything.  past  a  point  nothing  will  surprise  him.  he’s  seen  chimeras  blending  in  with  circus  animals;  he’s  bore  witness  to  gorgons  and  beasts  of  burden  chatting  over  the  corpse  of  their  most  recent  victim;  he  has  covered  his  eyes  and  ears  and  let  hell  rain  down  on  the  world’s  most  unfortunate  empousa.  sooner  or  later  he  sees  everything,  and  that  inevitably  leads  to  boredom,  and  boredom  leads  him  to  find  excitement  at  the  bottom  of  a  barrel.

before  he  got  the  chance  to  delight  in  that  tonight,  however,  someone  saw  something  on  the  rooftops.  leave  it  to  some  godforsaken  asshole  to  send  a  prayer  up  unintentionally,  and  leave  it  to  one  of  the  gods  to  nudge  him  on  the  shoulder  just  before  he  could  get  honey  whiskey  down  his  throat.  go  find  out  what  it  is,  said  the  divine.  they  didn’t  care  at  all  for  the  ensuing  fuck  you  that  came  from  zeus’  eldest.  

and  really,  why  would  they  ??  his  rebellion  came  and  went.  he’s  in  the  aftermath  now.  

correction:  he’s  nearly  falling  to  his  death  now.  

verso  snaps  back  to  his  awares  as  his  leap  across  buildings  falls  short.  before  he  can  plummet  too  far  down,  he  flattens  his  hands  against  the  air  and  breathes  hard  beneath  him.  the  world  begrudgingly  gives  him  a  strong  enough  bust  to  throw  him  onto  the  next  roof  over,  head-over-heels  then  back  on  his  feet.  verso  rights  himself  in  a  fluid  motion  -  this  isn’t  his  first  near-catch,  far  from  it  -  and  brushes  off  his  jacket.

his  voice  carries  across  the  rooftops  then,  growled  like  thunder.

❝  alright,  who  the  fuck  else  is  up  here  ??    ❞

@harpyiiae // starter call

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Eurydice! I know we aren't exactly the closest or the most longtime mutuals, but I might be so bold as to say that you are now a mandatory part of my little mutuals circle. You don't just boast a wide variety of characters, you breathe life into all of them and evoke such vivid imagery and emotion in your writing for each and every one of them. I admire that so much, especially as someone who struggles to write more than just one or two muses at a time without feeling like I'm spreading myself too thin or forgetting how to write all of them.

"  ...  It's  harder  as  the  days  go  on.  I  feel  like  he's  slipping  through  my  fingers,  Celeste.  I  feel  like  we're  trying  so  hard  and  we're  still  not  getting  any  real  answers  on  how  to  keep  Dae  separated  from  him.  What  the  hell  do  I  do?  What  else  can  I  do  ?  "

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