#matriarkh

I would kill you. ✧ I would physically hurt you. ✧ I would attack you unprovoked. ✧ I would manipulate you. ✧ I dislike you. ✧ You annoy me. ✧ You scare me. ✧ You intimidate me. ✧ I hope I intimidate you. ✧ I pity you. ✧ You disgust me. ✧ I hate you. ✧ I’m indifferent toward you. ✧ I’d like to get to know you better. ✧   I’d like to spend more time with you. ✧ I’d like to be friends with you. ✧  I’m unsure what to think of you. ✧ I’m unsure how I feel about you. ✧ You are my friend. ✧ You are my best friend. ✧ You are my mentor. ✧ I look up to you. ✧ I respect you. ✧ You are my hero. ✧ You inspire me. ✧ You are my enemy. ✧ You make me happy. ✧ I want to protect you. ✧ I would fight by your side. ✧ I consider you an equal. ✧ I think you are beneath me. ✧ I think you are above me. ✧ I would lie for you. ✧ I would lie to you. ✧ I would sleep with you. ✧ I would sleep by your side. ✧ I would hug you. ✧ I would kiss you. ✧ You are family to me. ✧ I would die for you. ✧ I would kill for you. ✧ I would trust you with my life. ✧ I would trust you with my most precious belonging. ✧ I would trust you with a secret. ✧ I would trust you with my biggest / darkest secret. ✧ I love you (platonically). ✧ I love you (romantically).

As the Queen moved, Ikora remained still. Attentive sad eyes watched her, and that is all - just watched. Other circumstances would see the Warlock drinking in every little motion, every minute change of expression, every slight gesture offered up to her. She had always found the Queen to be very interesting, after all, although this was not the time to study. But with a few deep breaths, perhaps it was time to learn. Or at least, listen.

“Not everyone.” She gritted her teeth - those words weren’t meant to be heard. At least, not by Mara Sov. Alas, they likely had been, so she let out a breath and muttered them again, softer, gentler. “Not everyone.”

Ikora remembered every young Guardian she ever met. She taught them all to some extent, regardless of class. It was them she thought of, bearing honorable - but justly terrifying - weight they should never be forced to carry. In them, she saw every child and young adult she passed on the streets of the City when she walked. Each was trying to make a place for themselves in an unforgiving world, trying to find some peace in a war they wouldn’t ever really know. She recalled the once-smiling faces of her own children, but not for long. That was unbearable.

disturbed. the red glow betrays it. for once, he had been at peace. no more process, no more cloudbank. he could rest, take care of the traces within his blade, take care of the country.

he halfheartedly attempts to ‘turn()’ in whatever grip is on him but the function remains silent. he knows that he cannot. the cradle had been disturbed again and this time he sees stars.

   perhaps it was too bold to have manifested in such an outright place , to be among guards whom had weapons trained upon her , hellion gaze too bright and florescent in the quiet violet gloam that proliferated withal . and even so , alucard’s arms were raised in placation as though she anticipated arrest -- though hardly would she allow it to be carried out . 

JAW FLEXING WIDE, tendons salient beneath his scruffed sideburns, he narrows his gaze to something ACCUSATORY. He has always been CYNICAL in his ways ; trained to catch the faintest muscle twitch, to anticipate the enemy’s next move before they even think it                             & it leaves behind the bitter aftertaste of suspicion.  ❛  Why do you watch me like that ?  ❜

        ❛ … ❜   a world of death and unparalleled power he would have faced a thousand times over. a deadly occurrence that cost him his team and a world of knowledge. he was a vast mouth that devoured knowledge like food and swallowed whole the cosmos. NIGHT SKIES ATE THE WORLD. the lifeless man who would know of despair..

            DID HE FEEL THE WORLD SCREAM? within that deadly hellmouth of tainted metal and screeching machines.. Kabr dove into this world head first and did nothing but forge ahead. he knew the day would come. he knew the day would come. 

                      ALL HE DID WAS STARE. a queen who’s arse felt nothing but the deadliest of wolves nip at her neck and back. underneath his hands and over his hands were the devils and monsters who tormented his mind and world. Kabr, the Legionless knew of despair and fear, torture and torment, hopelessness and futility in action. WITHIN THIS METAL AND GLASS THRONES, WOLVES ONLY TASTE OF DEATH.