@hellcures , 𝙴𝚅𝙴𝙽 𝙰𝚃 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝚅𝙴𝚁𝚈 𝚆𝙾𝚁𝚂𝚃 - 𝚃𝙷𝙴𝚁𝙴 𝙸𝚂 𝙰𝙻𝚆𝙰𝚈𝚂 𝙲𝙷𝙾𝙸𝙲𝙴.
𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙰𝚄𝚁𝙰 𝙾𝙵 𝙷𝙴𝚁 𝙺𝙴𝙴𝙿𝚂 𝙷𝙸𝙼 𝚃𝙴𝚃𝙷𝙴𝚁𝙴𝙳 𝚃𝙾 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝚁𝙾𝙾𝙼 , that , as well as the terms of their mutual agreement . [ 𝙷𝙸𝚂 𝙷𝙴𝙻𝙿 𝙵𝙾𝚁 𝙷𝙴𝚁𝚂 / 𝙷𝙸𝚂 𝚂𝚆𝙾𝚁𝙳 𝙵𝙾𝚁 𝙷𝙴𝚁𝚂 ] on the small , wooden table between hunter and archangel lays the heirloom of her deceased bloodline , the blade gleaming in the few stray pieces of light that fall from the windows / outside , the gentle beginnings of eve devour the horizon . tearing vessel’s eyes from the weapon then , and looking to lana , in the half dark , it’s as though he can trace faint outlines of her destiny’s strings , one’s that keep her attached to the grand scheme of a plan and it is that which intrigues him ever so . still , the sure sincerity of her tone seems to confound him , initially . or perhaps , instead , he might have paused to appreciate her drive , amusing as he finds it , for he seems to be certain it is in vain . [ 𝙴𝚅𝙴𝚁𝚈𝚃𝙷𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝙸𝚂 𝚆𝚁𝙸𝚃𝚃𝙴𝙽 𝙸𝙽 𝚂𝚃𝙾𝙽𝙴 , 𝙿𝙴𝚁 𝙶𝙾𝙳’𝚂 𝚆𝙸𝙻𝙻 ] michael cants his head to one side , ❝ there was never a choice . . . you best of all should be aware by now —— nothing can outrun fate . ❞
