Gods and Deities Sentence Starters//accepting

“Nor I.”

The bitterness that surely would have coated such an admission in her youth is lacking today and the loss surprised her. Her hand paused halfway to claiming another apple tart. Perhaps time had finally softened the discrepancy between Laerke’s dominion and those of her (often overwhelming) family members. It was a pleasing thing to consider.

This growth did not erase the memory of how such an absence stung and she knew to proceed with care. Hel was a a goddess and a queen; she deserved such tribute.

I hope you feel better!

27: If you could go back in time and give yourself one piece of advice about dating what would it be?

Fucking dumb that guy when he starts being an asshole to you, he is controlling and manipulative and it will only get worse if you tolerate it at all. Also, keep in touch with your second boyfriend because lets be real you guys were the best of friends and you will regret for many years that you let that asshole make you lose touch.

47: Which "famous couple" is your favorite?

Like celebrities? I dunno, I try not to pry into peoples’ personal lives. Now fictional? Probably Egon and Janine (Ghostbusters) or Megamind and Roxanne (Megamind). I have a fondness for Hunk and Shay (Voltron) too because damnit they’re cute.

65: Would you consider yourself a "cuddler"?

Hel hadn’t been expecting a call from Emma, but she was pleased as always to speak to her friend. Especially since they both had children now who were cousins. Hel wanted Nessa to have as much family as possible. Hel laughed into the phone, brushing a hand over Nessa’s black curls. The little girl was sitting quietly, reading beside her mother. “A sleepover? What a marvelous idea. Nessa, you’d like to have a sleepover with your Aunt Emma and your cousin, wouldn’t you?”

Nessa looked from her book and smiled. She nodded. “Can we have a sleepover?” she asked sweetly.

Hel brushed her hand over Nessa’s hair gently. “Yes, of course my dove.” Into the phone she told Emma, “Yes, Nessa quite enjoys the idea of a sleepover. I think we can arrange that.”

It had taken some time before Zagam had been ready for the idea of children.. not that it bothered Emma. Not truly, but it did take a certain amount of patience before she had finally coaxed and eased Zagam into agreeing to try for a child. It was that choice, that led to Abha, an adorable blonde haired child that seemed to take after her mother.. until you saw the ivory horns that came from the sides of her head, the pointed elf-like ears and the devils tail that was almost as expressive as her Mother’s ears were. 

Emma chuckled softly as Abha raced in circles around the living room, her arms outstretched wide as if she were flying like her father. She was bound determined to have wings like her Dad, even if they wouldn’t be forming for another few years yet. “Oh! Perfect!” Emma mused, making Abha stop dead in her tracks. Looking to her Mother with excitement, the child beamed from ear to ear before squealing in delight and dance around in her joy. 

Red - I love you.

Pink - I think you’re cute.

Blue - You’re amazing.

Aqua - I could stay on your blog for hours.

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Awww ;w; Thank you Em~

|| @hel-inherbones || 

The child had been under the nobleman’s care for some time now, almost a year.. and that year had been absolute hell. At first, he had been kind, had been kind enough to take Emma in when she had been found with her clothes saturated with blood. She had been skinny with malnourishment, wandering for some time to try to figure out just what it was she should be doing. She had just barely managed to get away from the carnage at her home without being found, something that had only happened because of the distraction provided by her brother. She hadn’t seen any of her family die, though the words for her to meet them in a certain city still floated around in her mind. 

It was that reason, that she had been in a city to begin with. Seeing the child, the Nobleman had taken her in and fed her, clothed her, tolerated her talk of her family coming to get her.. or at least he did until it began to strike a nerve. She had learned quickly that the man was not as kind as what he made himself out to be. Upon learning it? Emma’s demonic side came out, the desire to protect herself driving her forward, but the man was no ordinary human. Placing a seal on her soul had been so painful for the child she had fallen unconscious for several days, and even after she woke she was weaker than she normally was.