#iustitic

send me a “✎” and ill draw your muse

Embers in this throat, ash on his tongue; To be judged by this Aspect of Justice, a half-human raised with no context of his existence, with no knowledge of him beyond myth and story, would push him. So far it would push him that he would never recover, and he felt it; this was the final, ultimate decider of his fate, of this world’s fate.. if she claimed his suffering as injustice, he might still come back, and if she didn’t nothing would turn him from his path..

part of him hoped for the former, but most of him hoped for the latter. 

What does one do when presented with their god but fall to their knees in reverence? This is exactly what Quinn does, unable to make eye contact or speak when she is greeted with the Protector's glory. For so long, she has not felt she has dealt justice well. For so long she's doubted herself. This, she thinks, is the moment she will die.

Kayle watched, expressionless, how a young woman fell to her knees, ready to be judged.

The seraphim remained seemingly untouched by such actions, but while Quinn submitted herself, Kayle gazed upon her exposed soul and read the rights and wrongs the young scout has made.

“Rise, Champion of Justice,” Kayle finally demanded. She landed right in front of Quinn and her hand gently lifted the scout’s chin so that she could look into her eyes. Everyone made mistakes, but Quinn’s were so minimal. Besides, she was so determined to dedicate her life to Justice and Kayle could appreciate that. “You are pure and worthy.”

Champion of Justice.

Quinn neither struggles nor fights, but tears leak from her eyes. All she’s done in her life -- the defection, the lying, the friendships with the enemy and the breaking down when things get bad. She has tried her best, is it true. 

She searches the Protector’s helm, her glowing eyes and shining skin, and feels a sense of serenity wash over her as the seraphim tells her she is pure and worthy. 

Send me a ♔ if you think I pull off my character well.

She walked to one of the cultivated pillars of flame, feeling that here would be the last of the wounded. People gathered around it, eating and warming against the coming night’s cold that already crept close. And it was here that she glimpsed yet again the other pillar of their faith in a better tomorrow, an angelic aspect among the injured. Marla had been wondering who she was, and now she could finally find out. She eyed Kayle as she approached, a silent smile showing her appreciation, then knelt and placed her hands on a man’s burns, slowly healing them with a soothing glow of blue. With all she had done today, even Marla began to tire.

Unprompted asks | (always accepting.)

Oh was she? Only now? How quaint.

“Did it take hundreds of innocents to die for you to pick a side?”

She asked rhetorically. As much as her words had no real bite to it, at least not intentionally, the anguish was still very much present.

𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐃   “  𝐒𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐇   𝐎𝐑   𝐏𝐀𝐒𝐒  “   𝐅𝐎𝐑   𝐌𝐘   𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄   𝐓𝐎   𝐀𝐍𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐑   𝐇𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐋𝐘   𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓   𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐒.   𝐍𝐎   𝐋𝐘𝐈𝐍𝐆   𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐃  .

Clears throat and whispers.”Smash..”