#subdivines

@subdivines | 𝔸ℙℍℝ𝕆𝔻𝕀𝕋𝔼 — ☀ CIRCE STARTERS [ accepting!! ]

" perhaps we are more alike than you think . "

War's weary head rested upon her bosom, breathing in the heady scent of her fragrance. Eyes fluttering closed as he listened to the steady beating of her heart, which lulled him into a rare sense of peace and tranquility.

Only Love could ever tame the savage beast, the bringer of doom, the destroyer of men. And in that regard they were very much the same. Two sides of the same coin. For did not both passions drive men to such madness and folly and destruction?

" Perhaps so, we are indeed... " He quietly affirms as he takes her lovely hands into his, pressing them palm to palm before lacing their fingers entwined. Such warmth and tenderness in his actions, a rare sight that only the lover of War could ever witness. Their skin were in contrast, but many times their flesh had become one where one cannot distinguish where the one starts nor the other ends.

" Love in itself is a battlefield is it not? " he murmured, placing a kiss upon their joined hands. " You carry within you the rage and passions of lovers doomed and thwarted. Your flashing eyes hold their anger and anguish and pain. " Ares sits up then, so he may look upon her shining eyes. " It is LOVE that drives men to go to WAR. It is you that drives them to fight so fiercely to the DEATH. All for the ones they love. It is YOU who had always led the charge, my beloved. Radiant and flaming and singing a warcry. "

Brushing a strand of her fair hair away from her brow, he then takes her face with both hands, cupping her cheeks. " I am not so foolish as to not realize that if YOU did not exist, then I myself would be nothing. My existence would mean nothing. I would not have the will to fight. And I do fight for you. If I had it in my power I would tear this world asunder... only for you. "

@subdivines sent : " lord  heavens ,  i  have  never  known  such  insolence ! " from aro

she knows her worth , her importance . not a single being could deny this nor change her mind , despite many having tried . priscilla was divine , godhood in human form , no vampire could change this about her . lips are pursed together , gaze narrowed with prideful stare . what would he do , she wondered . a hand wavering openly through the air . a faint jingle of the jewels encrusted upon her fingers , steps taken with elegant ease . crimson gown billowing with the movement , only halted when she stood closer to him . eyes staring down her nose at him upon the false throne .

@subdivines sent : " There's something you should know about me . " From Eric northman , because I cant resist

voice cuts through the air , capturing her attention . what should she know ? what secrets did he hide within the pits of his soul ? whispers of something unholy , a creature . prolonged life knew many unholy beasts , the rare instance where paths were met . hands came together before her , head tilted to one side . admit what you are , tell me your secrets .

@subdivines sent : " imagine  me  trying  too  hard  to  put  you  from  my  mind . " from talos

good , let me haunt your every waking thought . thoughts conjured , a smile as broad and shining as the sun drawn to her lips . how romantic , so charming . hands placed upon his chest , eyes fluttering together in feigning innocence . play that beautiful fool many perceived you to be , even though he knew that you were no simple lamb . a lamb dressed in finery , held in his arms as they snaked around her waist .

@subdivines sent : " you  must  always be  on  your  guard . " the tenth doctor

❛ and why is that , doctor ? ❜ divine mother's words were cool , calculated . he was an unknown guest within the palace , a stranger within her home . standing tall and proud , brow arched perfectly . what lingered for him to heed warning , she wondered . there was a frantic atmosphere about him , as if searching the room . instinctively , bid of curiousity , she approached . the gentle chim of countless jewels making sweet music , toga gliding across marble floors with each step . ❛ tell me doctor , if an assassin is within my walls i can deal with them . ❜

outside the old chapel, somewhere in the field, there is an apple, but it is rotting, and even the worms have abandoned it.      the tall grass whistles with dwindling wheat, casting odd shadows and painting silhouettes of sharp teeth that sway with the wind, as though the earth itself were trembling at the mouth of a monster. the birds have scattered, too, with their beaks full of seeds — the words of God — and they are flying away. a woman sits amidst the rows of vacant pews  —  only she is not a woman,    but something hungry,    and there is no vacancy,    for the kingdom of heaven sits behind,    all around,    everywhere, watching, waiting. the presence of the angel shakes reality to its floorboards, which creak and croak, humming an ancient tone; it is interference on every plane of existence, and it is enough to give her a headache. with a huff, arms that had been previously crossed over her chest now untangle, tracing the image of the little icon she held in her grasp, her nail scraping across the wood depicting the scene of saint michael slaying the dragon beneath. she taps against it, once, twice,     ❝    heaven is burning yet again, i think. the winds are turning all wrong and the water is still. no harvest this year, oh, no sir, and what a sequel that'll be (...)    ❞

❝    are you a priest? ❞    she asks suddenly, laughing. her face is split with a wicked grin, teeth sharpened and shined with taunt. she doesn't seem to anticipate an answer, because it is likely she already knows, but she leans forward as if she doesn't, dark gaze hidden beneath the brim of her hat,   ❝    i'm sorry, all this talk must revolt you.    ❞