#shadehymn

                     If only I had the strength. . .     

     How long had it been; nearly half a year? Embarrassing. To think that someone as powerful as she could be brought down by a few measly apparitions; haunting’s of a past she’d sooner forget than confront and accept. What was there to think on? Nothing. It didn’t matter that they felt, desired, lived and bled as any other living entity, they had to die -- even if their existence was her fault. Now more destruction lay in her wake and before her feet lay Micheal born anew, and in her distress she brought forth a companion that would never age nor die; a channel for her slipping sanity, a means of focusing her power to better heal for the coming end. One only she, herself, knew about.

                   You will never betray me. You are incapable.                       You will always strive to serve me. You are enslaved.                          You are everything that I desire. You belong only to me. 

                                         You are my  D I S C I P L E.       And from the darkness did you emerge; skin as white as snow, hair as silver as the stars, eyes as violet as lavender; and yet they held a fierceness. A sort of wild nature reflected back to the Intoner in a way that shook her to her core, that brought about an anger she could not describe. But perhaps the greatest insult to her ego was that from the ether was not a man... but a w o m a n. Surely this was a joke? Another hiccup in the flower’s power, in it’s attempts to dissuade her from self destruction? Disgusting. But there was little to be done, not with her existing now, and thus she took up arms with this new companion forged of her sheer will and wrath. Together they would strike down her fellow sisters and put an end to the reign of Intoner, with the guise of her wanting to rule. Nothing could go wrong. 

     Within the depths of the swampy forest sat the Intoner in question, her expression is complete indifference whilst she gazes into the water; within the soft ripples she examines her dirty face smudged with mud and blood, and carefully her roseate eye travels down her own shoulder and for her former arm now what she affectionately refers to as ‘stump’. All manner of chores had turned three-fold in difficulty, what was once menial tasks that were mere annoyances turned to complete struggles; putting on her clothes, especially her stockings, snapping on her heels, tying her bow, brushing her hair, even bathing initially had been off the table. Now? She sat alone before the bank, quietly listening to her surroundings, whilst in the distance she was certain the voice of her Disciple was rambling and bemoaning -- no doubt hungry. 

     “ What would you do? ” She asks aloud to no one in particular, examining the little markings along the flesh of her stump, fingering with her good hand the sensitive area that jumped on contact alone. “ Could’ve killed them faster. Shouldn’t of hesitated. ” Micheal might still be alive if she’d thought faster, fought harder, knew when to flee -- her arrogance cost her greatly. Pulling her knees closer to her chest Zero continues drifting in and out of thought, having shut out the calling of Kaine in the distance, as if she’d checked-out somewhere else. 

     ❛ 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍 𝐀𝐒 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐎𝐅 𝐒𝐏𝐈𝐑𝐀 𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐆 𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐎 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐘𝐌𝐍, 𝐈 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃𝐍’𝐓 𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐃 𝐈𝐓 𝐈𝐍 𝐌𝐘𝐒𝐄𝐋𝐅 𝐓𝐎 𝐉𝐎𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌. 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍 𝐀 𝐇𝐔𝐌. ❜ there is a bitter chuckle that follows. for nooj, the hymn was too associated with the temples. the temples with the maesters, and the maesters with betrayal. ❛ 𝐌𝐘 𝐆𝐑𝐔𝐃𝐆𝐄 𝐀𝐆𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐄𝐌𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐒 𝐖𝐀𝐒-... 𝐈𝐓'𝐒 𝐒𝐈𝐌𝐏𝐋𝐘 𝐓𝐎𝐎 𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐆. ❜

     the force of the kick, even as flimsy as it was played, was enough force to bring any normal man to his knees, writhing with pain. out of commission and forced into the fetal position until their pain subsided to stand at last when the shame of their fall left them. albedo, however, was no normal man. though pain shot through his leg like it would any other, he remained standing. wincing slightly before it faded. transforming into a light titter of laughter. the pain was just too sweet. he fancied taking a step back as would be a body’s normal reaction. to avoid being struck again, but he was curious as to what she really had in her. what pain could she truly show him? 

                                                  to say hermione wasn’t a little afraid right now would be a lie. 

                this was the exact reason she tended to try and avoid more public areas – but even that didn’t save her from running right into someone. she didn’t know how to talk to her, this woman – so she was communicating through facial expressions.

                     … very pouty, puppy-eyed ones.

                                                                         this woman made her feel even more nervous than she usually did – both her clothing, and .. well, her attitude seemed a little overwhelming.