#ourladyoflight

a closed thread with @ourladyoflight

                                                   MAY 2023                                               BLACK DESERT                                                       EGYPT

    It seems like any other archaeological dig.

    It begins at the foot of a dolerite hill draped in the setting sun. Canvas tents are positioned for optimal satellite uplink. Jeeps stand sentry, blocking the worst of the wind. Shovels and sandbags lie ready for deployment.

    The first body sprawls at the mouth of the cave. An arm reaching for the horizon, he succumbed to deep wounds that turned his back into cliffs and valleys of ruined meat.

    An eerie un-light glimmers further in. Hundreds of spider lilies the color of fresh spilt blood bloom from the rocky walls. Their pollen fills and thickens the air, blanketing the next flayed corpse with gray dust. Another lies at the tunnel's end, facedown in un-water that coats the floor and shimmers like a monochrome oil slick.

    Its source is the steady drip from gills on the creature hunched at the back of the cavern. White, spiky chitin clads its body. Long, flowing fins that darken to near black emerge between those armor plates and from its thick, muscular tail, defying gravity, trailing in invisible currents in the heavy, unnatural atmosphere. In one hand the creature holds a whip. The white cord is enwrapped with razor sharp barnacles, their beaks yawning, beckoning for more prey.

    Cobra. Bubbles. He is allegedly very similar to someone named Cobra Bubbles.

            .  .  .can he go back to being dead now?

    "Don't know, don't know, don't know, don't know -- hey, do know! That guy's great!" 

send these (accepting!) ⭐️: headcanon

𝐅𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐑 𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐔𝐀𝐆𝐄 (𝑨𝒄𝒄𝒆𝒑𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈) | ✲・*:✲・*:･ﾟ

Azures raked over the curious amalgamation of violet and pink petals, yet naturally drawn more to not just a favored hue, but a little known favorite flower as well. — The declaration to spare her from Lethe's waters sweet but not particularly necessary... Given the latest uptick in foreign gifts left around her abode, her reluctant newfound home in the supernaturals brain went without saying.

But the presumed friendship on the other hand... The dark petals brought to mind the concept of idealism. Delusional beliefs of the naive not from this world, along with the crumbling structure of morality with the suggestion an angel could consider a killer a friend.

.....

Admittedly, the winged being never ceased to intrigue.

Apathy didn't wane, but.. the mercenary would look for a vase. Just not without shooting a skeptical glance towards the ceiling, aimed at a skylight and hoping to deflect any possible otherworldly gaze keeping an eye from above first. ❝Cute..❞

|| @ourladyoflight ✲・*:✲・*:･ﾟ

𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓 𝐈𝐌𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 (𝑨𝒄𝒄𝒆𝒑𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈) |✲・*:･ﾟ✲･ﾟ:*  ˚ₓ

❝What does anyone think when encountering the surreal? Disbelief, a natural sense of curiosity...❞ In the case of the weaker willed, perhaps even fear in the face of divine retribution ; the unknown.. In the fellow blonde's case, however:

❝When you meet her alongside the 'equally winged' all of that fades fairly quickly. By the time we first arrived on Usiyi it was already replaced by disappointment.❞

❝Discovering a counter force to the devils power was almost a relief, yet the fact that even the so called divine could be trapped in such a pitiful state in a way was like swallowing a bitter pill..❞ And the likeness within the mechanical pod certainly didn't coat it.

❝Nowadays I still can't wrap my head around her. Her insistence on visiting and 'gifts' borders on the naïve, yet I think anyone with a brain would assume there's more to her than meets the eye.❞ | ✲・*:･ﾟ✲･ﾟ:*  ˚ₓ

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