#nahentah

[inmyvcins-blog1]

@nah-en-tah.

      if DEMONS have no place in this world, then HYBRIDS certainly don’t. she shelves the book, a crease deep in her brow as she stares at the peeling letters on the spine. ‘ THE HOLY BIBLE. ‘ and yet, it only made her feel more distant from the god who was supposed to care for all of his creatures. it was thoughts like this that most reminded her of how she had changed from her childhood, from the little girl who had trusted absolute in DIVINITY. now she is older, wiser, if not more broken.

        her apartment has changed little in the years she has lived here, only rotating food and occasionally clothes. her fingertips brush familiar counter tops, memorizing the few small scratches, the feeling of the cool seeping into her bones. all of this, familiar, though her time here must soon draw to a close. she has lingered almost too long, and cannot risk arousing suspicion among her neighbors. ALWAYS MOVING, another curse of her heritage.

       and yet, there are also some small benefits, loathe as she is to admit it. one of those is relationships forged through MILLENNIUM. raphael. she knows his presence without turning, the instant identification easy, despite the time stretching between their last visit.

                  “ you came back. “

#[ finger guns ] #[ hope this works ! ] #nahentah #;ic ( nikita: broken inside. ) #;starters ( closed. )

[afoolsgold]

RUSSIAN CLASSICS AESTHETICS.

BOLD whatever applies to / attracts your muse.

tagged by:  stolen from @overindulges tagging: @sweetcinis / @dhxmpirica @slainchosen @hebelieves @helenaiism @nahentah anyone who wanna

BROTHERS KARAMAZOV :       orthodox monasteries  ,  deep woods  ,  starry nights  ,  the sound of paper being torn  ,  dimly lit rooms  ,   withered roses  ,  an unfinished letter ,  piles of books  ,  the sound of shattering glass ,  ticking of clocks in a silent house  ,  heavy wooden furniture  , the air before a storm  ,  the smell of earth  ,  a crowd of people dressed in black  ,  distant murmurs  ,  emptied streets  ,  the fear of walking alone in dusk

CRIME AND PUNISHMENT  :       coldness of the skin against a blade  ,  slender pale fingers  &  slightly shaking hands  ,  a red stain blooming on white fabric  ,  lonely steps in a corridor  ,  the slow dripping of water  ,  looking out of the window into the thickening darkness  ,  a single dying candle on the table  ,  listening to one’s breath  &  counting heartbeats ,  too many stairs  ,  the desire to be invisible  ,  a subtle memory of kind words

THE IDIOT  :       classical statues  ,  wealth covered with dust  ,  a dark house tainted with inherited madness  ,  an unsettling feeling  ,  long walks in a park  ,  useless chatter  ,  a silken ribbon forgotten on a bench  ,  a melancholic face  ,  an unexpected spring rain  ,  the joy of reading one’s favorite book  ,  the clarity of mind after fully perceiving the world around ,  looking at cloudless sky

ANNA KARENINA :       fields of crops  ,  flowers brought from an early morning walk  ,  the wind caressing a girl’s hair  ,  a bowl of fruit  ,  the smell of ripe pears  ,  the clatter of a spoon against porcelain when stirring tea  ,  children’s laughter coming from the garden  ,  soft sunlight &  white curtains  ,  the sensation of velvet against skin  , pearls from a ripped necklace spilling on marble floor  ,  a sudden silence in a room full of people

WAR AND PEACE  :       a glass of wine  ,  the brightness of  a crystal chandelier  ,  white lace  ,  a raging snow storm  ,  the sound of a door being gently closed  ,  the moment of holding one’s breath before walking in a ball room  ,  indulging in looking at a beautiful earring against light  ,  closing one’s eyes for a moment while dancing  ,  the sweet smell of strawberries  ,  a pair of gloves left on an armchair  ,  light scent of powder

THE MASTER AND MARGARITA  :       the chaos of a lively city  ,  ambient jazz in expensive restaurants  , jumping on a moving tram  ,   the sight of moscow from the roof of a house  ,  yellow flowers in a vase  ,  leaning out of the window  ,  shelves stacked with books  ,  a small tin box with old photographs  ,  strange shapes in the night sky  ,  laughing in the middle of the night on a balcony  ,  colorful posters for a surreptitious magician’s show floating in the wind

EUGENE ONEGIN :       a lonely mansion  ,  reading a book in the parlour  ,  faint piano melody lingering in falling silence ,  long evenings ,  passing seasons  ,  discussing french novels of the moment  ,  unspoken thoughts  ,  leaning against the door frame  ,  quickly averted glance  ,  eating a peach absent-minded  ,  bright mornings  ,  footprints in snow  ,  a loud gun-shot terrifying a flock of birds nearby

FATHERS AND SONS  :      birch groves  ,  morning mist  ,  moss-covered stones near a moor  ,  scientific books  ,  white roses  ,  cheap champagne  ,  shabby pocket - watch  , light - hearted irony ,  a maladroit cello sonata  ,  freshly mowed grass  ,  letting thoughts come  &  go  ,  a  slow yawn  ,  picturesque plates   &   bowls filled with traditional dishes  ,  drinking tea on the porch.

DOCTOR ZHIVAGO  :      a strange feeling of loss  ,  writing poems in a diary  ,   traveling by train  , the hesitation before touching someone’s hand  ,  the gaze of one lost in thought ,  the warmth of cinnamon  ,  a scarf brightly embellished with flowers  ,  a glass of water ,  a threadbare jacket  ,  the tempting void ,  the evanescent serenity of yesterday.

CHERRY ORCHARD  :       a lone chair in an empty room  ,  falling blossoms  ,  old samovar  ,  the unsettling need for change  ,  a mirror reflecting full moon  ,  the disappointment of a glossy object turning worthless after second glance  ,  a piano out of tune.

#( ;headcanon tag pending )

[fiinalgiirl]

“ I have no patience for useless things. “

“Yes, we get it. You’re beyond mortal comprehension and don’t have use for so much of our technology.” 

The first time she’d had this conversation had been something awe inspiring. Striking down to some part of her that she wasn’t sure she could find again. She definitely couldn’t find it today. The thing about being human was you had to adapt to a lot of things that didn’t make sense, and a lot of horrors that -- if you couldn’t accept and fight, would turn you into the worst sort of misanthrope.

Talking to ageless beings with countless faces, and voices that could shake the foundation of the Earth was another strange thing life had thrown at her that she just had to you...you know, deal with or die (and Rosie was not a die type of girl). 

“But,  I have use for it so, either do it for me and without the tech, or hand it over so I can do it myself.”

#rosie vc: i should care about this conversation but I'm just like...tired bro #;;i heard you [answered] #nahentah

[humcniisms-a]

          ▬ RAPHAEL / @nahentah→ STARTER CALL.

          the bell above the door rings softly when the wood runs underneath it and the noise filling the otherwise STILL room has her raising hazel eyes to see who it is that’s found her little shop HIDDEN AWAY among the bustle that is everyday life, a soft smile tugging at her lips at the sight of the man standing in her doorway. an UNEXPECTED surprise, perhaps, but NOT one she’s going to turn away.     ❛ ----------Don’t say it. You’re here looking for a nice RING for a special someone, mm? ❜

#nahentah #( honestly this could be a first meeting or a ?? hey let me fuck with you bc why not #whichever works best ?? ) #⊙ ▎ ❛ mira → au.modern.

[agedscul-blog]

@nah-en-tah

a little nikita/raphael drabble i wrote sitting here half asleep. 

               She was shivering. She couldn’t stop her shivering, ever since her sunshine left the asylum. Raphael filled her with warmth when he visited, but the hole inside of her grew colder when he left. Shivering hands rubbed futilely at her arms as she pushed herself further into the corner of her room. Her forehead rested on her knees, breathing erratic as she tried to control herself. The demons inside of her simply screamed for attention, robbing her of life.

               Anyone looking at her frail form from the outside would assume she had fallen asleep, if not for the slight shaking of her shoulders. The need to scream her pain away clawed in her chest and throat, choking her until she could barely think. She needed out: out of this asylum, out of this life. One hand knotted in her own hair, using the pain to ground herself. It was too much for her. Everything was too much.

               Warm hands on her arms brought her out of her reverie with a whimper. Startled hazel eyes whipped up to see a concerned face staring back at her. She shuddered as his hands settled on her narrow shoulders, testing the waters. Her mouth opened as though to say something, but snapped shut again a moment later. Tears began to form in the corners of her eyes, and still Raphael said nothing. Instead, he tugged her towards him, folding her against him.

               Bony fingers dug into his shirt, and her face was quickly hidden in the crook of his neck. How did he get in? Why had he come at such a late hour of the night? It didn’t matter. He was here when she needed him, and that was all she needed. He was warm and his fingers stroked lovingly across her spine, comforting her.

               She cried for a long time. No words were exchanged between them, only Raphael’s shushing noises and muffled sobs from the broken woman he held. Once her crying abated due to exhaustion, Raphael scooped her up, tucking her into her blankets. His fingers trailed along the side of her face, and she caught them up in her own, watching his face.

               “Why did you come here tonight?” Her voice was hoarse and quiet. They watched each other carefully, trying to read each other’s expressions. Nikita was almost afraid of the answer, fingers fiddling with his.

               “I love you.” His voice was almost as hoarse as hers, and the dark haired woman searched his face. It shook her to her core to hear it. He had never said it out loud, even if she had suspected it. She felt it in every touch of his fingers, in the kisses he left on her forehead when he left. It was an impossible dream for the both of them, between her deteriorating mental state and his own occupation. It would never work, even if her heart finally stirred in her chest from his admission.

               “I love you.” The words were rasped into the silence. Something akin to relief flitted across his face, and she pulled his fingers to her mouth, pressing kisses against the tips of them. Silence passed between them, and Nikita could see the pain hidden behind his stoic expression. A couple of moments passed until his fingers slid from her grasp. He stepped back across the narrow space.

               The silence continued to press in on them as they watched each other from across the room. Nikita pulled her covers up to her chin, her eyes shining in the faint light of the room. They closed once, imprinting the sound of his voice and the look on his face as he confessed his feelings. When they opened again, he was gone.

#;drabble #&&. pick you up when you fall #nahentah

[mercifulxsoldier-blog]

[ nah-en-tah liked for a starter ]

     “Brother, I found something for you.”

     Her face was bright as she brought the small, potted flower to her brother. Its frail blue leaves looked as though they might fall at any moment, yet clung resolutely to the stem. Mihr had found the small plant in a particularly dry patch of earth and had decided to rescue it. Using the skills Raphael had taught her, she had carefully potted it and brought it to her brother. She hoped that he would like it.

     “I believe it needs a caretaker.”

#nahentah #[ 'big brother look what i found!' ] #[ 'aren't you proud of me? i saved it all by myself!' ] #[ she just wants him to be proud of her; slay me. ] #;ic #;closed starter #;v; grace filled chasm

[amusicas]

promussecreta replied to your post:tbh i live in constant fear of another amduscias...

[I feel the same way, though the chances are somewhat slimmer on my end.]

Yeah, Tal's even more obscure than Dusc. But most people go for Lucifer or Beelzebub or one of the other big names so I think we should be fine.

nah-en-tah replied to your post:tbh i live in constant fear of another amduscias...

yES

I'm glad I'm not alone hah but we MAKE these guys our own so it's fine!

#promussecreta #nahentah #ooc

[agedscul-blog]

impossibly human

a raphael/nikita drabble

It was soothing, spending these moments with him. Nikita’s head rested on the angel’s shoulder, dark locks blending in with the black of his hoodie. The stereos of her television played out a complex orchestra, heightening the drama being portrayed on the screen. Though they had chosen the movie together, Nikita was hardly watching it. Hazel eyes glazed, her thoughts impossibly far away from the cozy embrace they shared.

A curious hand brings her back to the present. It wraps around one of her own hands, tracing the curved lines inside her palm. Blinking, her gaze adjusts, looking from the strong hand wrapped around her seemingly frail one, to the enigmatic stare of the celestial being beside her. His expression was unreadable as his opposite hand came to cradle her jaw. For the first time in the centuries they had known each other, Nikita thought that he looked hesitant. Many of his emotions were familiar to her: rage, curiosity, joy, caution, love. Hesitance was new.

Movements slow and uncertain, his head turned in just the slightest, moving forward in impossibly tiny increments. Despite her earlier mental absence, Nikita felt impossibly stuck in this moment. Her heart pounded a frantic, nervous rhythm in her ribcage, threatening to jump forward into her throat and choke her. Raphael’s mouth paused just an inch from hers, close enough that she could feel his breath on her cheeks. His nose barely brushed hers. Green irises questioned hazel. Nikita tilted her head just in the slightest, and there was little hesitance in the way he closed the last space between them.

Though Nikita had stolen only a couple of his precious kisses since discovering they felt this way for each other, she felt herself becoming intimately familiar with the curious taste and soft feeling. He was gentle with her, as always, and Nikita likewise showed that courtesy. Her hand abandoned his to fully cradle his face, thumbs swiping along his cheekbones. He leaned slightly forward into her, exploring, delving more deeply into the novel sensations.

A slight crick in her neck distracted the cambion from more fully enjoying the way Raphael nudged his mouth into hers. A noise of discontent escaped her, and the archangel began pulling away at once, an apology forming in his eyes even before it reached his mouth. Nikita let him back away, searching his face. No, he had done nothing wrong, and she intended to show him that.

Acting impulsively was never something she had been good at. She thought things through until every angle had been strategically mapped out. Only in anger did she leap before she looked. So when her weight shifts, and her knees sink into the couch on either side of Raphael’s form, tense from surprise, she must forcibly swallow down the thoughts screaming at her that he would reject her, push her away. Thin hands remained on his face, trying to impart that this straddling was as foreign to her as it was to him.

When her mouth met his again, it was with less of the restrained care that they’d become accustomed to. It was deeper, more demanding. Powerful hands settled on her waist, balancing her thin frame as she perched precariously over him. The restraint seemed almost to leak out of the archangel, evident in the dig of his fingers into her skin. Warmth turned to heat and electricity crawling across her flesh in buzzing waves. She was almost gasping for air in the brief moments when their heads turned to find different angles.

It was almost too much for Nikita, between the buzzing in her head and the heat leaking from his hands into every part of her. The feeling of it swelled, building to a crescendo until the cambion pulled herself free. Air struggled into her lungs as she looked down at Raphael. It struck her for a moment, as she recovered, how human he seemed in that moment. Lips slightly swollen from her adoration hung open, and a myriad of emotions flickered in his eyes. Surprise, confusion, and other, subtler things she couldn’t decipher. Dark cheeks flushed pink with heat, making his eyes seem brighter. His breaths stuttered out to match hers, though surely he had no need of them. He had assured her repeatedly that he alone resided in this body. It caused her a strange surge of something akin to pride that she could take away the breath of an archangel.

Slowly, their breathing began to ease, and the feeling of being entirely overwhelmed lessened. Raphael’s mouth closed slowly, his emotions going again to hide behind a stoic expression. Nikita blinked slowly as she studied him, fingers trailing down his neck to rest on his chest. A heartbeat thrummed as though to greet her.

The two folded into each other naturally, the cambion curling to rest her ear against his chest, and the angel adjusting her to wrap his arms around her. Nikita wondered what others would think of this: the literal product of hell on earth taking away the breath of one of God’s most precious creations. Yet, did it matter? He was warm against her, even to a cambion whose magic made her blood run hotter than a normal human’s.

He brushed away a strand of her hair, lowering his nose to rest atop her head. A contented sigh escaped the younger as she played with his sleeve. Why was it that of all the people in this world, an archangel was the one who made her feel so impossibly human?

#;drabble #nahentah #&&. pick you up when you fall #[ cr ies a lot ]

[agedscul-blog]

It’s true what they say.

      LOVE must be blind.               It’s why you’re still standing by this  s i n n e r ‘ s  side.

#;letters to raphael #;;raphael #;otp; creature of light #nahentah #[ just because ilu. ] #[ also this song came up while i was working and i just had to share the emotions. ]

[agedscul-blog]

unexpected grace

;outofeternity [ A little drabble for nah-en-tah/ infinitelyxcomplicated to apologize for the angst icons last night. <3 ]

           Nikita had never been so fascinated by hands.

           His moved with an unexpected grace in everything that he did. Light touches moved things to his will; he grasped things with incredible care. More and more, Nikita found herself watching his hands as they worked. The subtle adjustment of the buttons of his shirt captured her attention. She couldn’t look away until his fingers slid from the cloth. With a quick throat swallow, she glanced towards the window, trying to collect herself.

           The first time she cut herself was an accident. Raphael occasionally assisted her with some day to day tasks, cooking being one of them. Soup was beginning to simmer on the stove and a kettle sat beside it. When the whistle broke a comfortable silence, the cambion jumped and a bright red bead appeared on the skin of her finger. She pulled her finger away from the half sliced carrots, muttering darkly to herself.

           Raphael was gentle as his hand cradled her own, speaking quietly to her. A shiver ran through her as his thumb lightly swiped over the cut, sealing it as it went. Though the wound was now closed, his thumb still barely moved over her skin. Hazel eyes followed the slight flex of the muscles beneath his skin, absorbed by the languid movements. Even when the moment ended, her gaze was drawn back to his hands.

           The second time she cut herself was not an accident. She was assisting him with some gardening, mostly consisting of carrying pots. A chipped corner cut her palm and she let the crimson drop, noticing his concern as he saw it. He relieved her of the pot, curious fingers turning her hand over to inspect the injury. Strong digits smoothed out her hand as he examined it and Nikita’s breath caught somewhere in her throat.

           “You really should be more careful.” Whether this quiet observation revealed that he knew it was intentional or not, he didn’t say. There was no judgement there, no exasperation. Hazel irises met green for just a moment before his hands were once again occupied with elegant movements across her broken skin. The cut was sealed again; her skin tingled to the touch. It wasn’t until he released her hands that she began to breathe again.

           Perhaps it was the paradox contained there, Nikita thought to herself. They were watching a movie together, characters moving about on the screen in ways Nikita had long memorized in her constant revisiting of the same films. Raphael’s eyes were on the screen, one hand rested on the arm of the couch, the other on his knee. Strong hands, capable of destroying Earth and nearly every being on it, but when his fingers touched things: plants, dishes, pillows, her hands, there was care. Powerful, yet gentle. What need did angels have of that easy grace when built to be soldiers?

           Like him, they served dual purposes: to harm and to heal, to kill and to care. That bizarre contradiction kept her looking, kept her own fingers itching to reach out and feel power restrained. Perhaps he noticed her observance, perhaps he did not. Despite her captivation, she did not speak of it, she did not reach for his hand. Silent, she kept the matter in mind for future thoughts, for moments when only the hands of her angel could bring her comfort.

#;drabble #;ic #nahentah #infinitelyxcomplicated

[agedscul-blog]

“Tell me" belatedly throws this at nikita

Put a “Tell me" in my ask and my character will answer meme     send

If you snuck into my room I would:

[X] Go back to sleep [] Kick you out[X] Cuddle with you (she would always sleep cuddling with him lbr)[] Be like “How in the world?”[] Let you sleep on the floor[] Become angry

If you kissed me (or hugged, depending upon character/gender) I would:

[X] Kiss or hug you back[X] Smile and laugh[] Stiffen, and feel uncomfortable[] Push you away[X] Be shocked (the first time)[] Strike you

If you asked me to go out with you for a day I would say:

[] No[X] Yes[] Most certainly not.[X] Without hesitation.

You are:

[x] Cute (raph can be very cute. VERY cute)[X] Adorable [X] Attractive (dat booty tho)[X] Beautiful (he’s the most beautiful thing she’s ever seen)[] Okay[] Ugly[] Am not going to grace this with an answer

You are to me a:[] Stranger[] Acquaintance[X] Ally[X] Friend [X] Love[] Rival [] EnemyI find you to be:[] Pathetic[] Off no consequence[X] Intriguing[] Frightening [] Unsettling [] Annoying [] Infuriating [X] Pleasant company[X] Comforting [X]  Unable to be lived without [X] Trustworthy

#;otp; creature of light #[ cRIES ABOUT THEM ] #[ this isn't belated at all though tbh ] #;asks for mun #nahentah #nah-en-tah

[agedscul-blog]

[ nah-en-tah ]

“Raphael?”

Her fingers fiddled anxiously as she sat in bed. “I haven’t prayed in nearly 8,000 years now.” Nikita sighed, her hands uncomfortable. “I’ve never prayed to an angel before. I know you’re busy, you’re always helping. Always.” Another pause before she physically bowed her head and sighed. “I had a nightmare and I don’t know if you can hear me but I’m beginning to feel better just by pretending.”

The nightmare had been gone in a moment as she woke up with limbs frozen. There was only the vaguest impression of shadows and ghosts pressing in on her terrified subconscious. Her hands had stopped shaking after the first few minutes. “You’ve been gone for a week and I’ve managed but I still miss you. When you come back, I was hoping you could show me those orchids you were telling me about.”

Unsure of how to end, her fingers flexed once again as she tried to decide how to end her impromptu prayer. “I suppose I’ll see you again sometime. Don’t feel the need to hurry, Raphael. I know you’re busy and I’ll be here. I’ll always be here waiting.”

#nahentah #;ic #;closed starter

[agedscul-blog]

Bath Water

[ A Nikita/Raphael drabble because, yes, I am shipper trash. I was actually going through my notes for a class from last semester and came across this drabble scribbled in the margins. I edited it and decided to put it up. ]

Warmth was something a creature of magic could generate easily. Magic had a heat all its own and for someone born with it, they couldn't help the warmth coming from them. They were often completely unaware of their heated presence. It was why, even in the cold winter, the baths that Nikita took stayed warm longer than was strictly normal. Still, she always started the water with an intense heat so that it would stay warmer longer and be even hotter than she was.

Now, though, there was another reason for the cambion to feel warm. The heat of the water certainly helped but her focus wasn't on the water or even the bubbles. It was on the person in front of her. Her touch ranged slightly over his back but particularly focused on the hair of his head. The hair was dark but covered with foaming, white soap. Her hands combed through the soft strands, working the shampoo deep into the scalp.

A smile almost drowsy with contentment ambled across her face as she worked. Occasionally, her wet skin would slide over his and she reveled in the feeling of him. “I told you taking a bath would calm you down,” she murmured. “I hate seeing you so wound up, Raphael.” With his hair now thoroughly lathered in soap, her fingers wandered down to his back, searching out any tense spots that had worked into his muscles. He was nestled between her legs where she could properly worship his body with her reverent touch. Bubbles and water swirled all around the two, creating a soft, warm world to hide away in.

“You're the most beautiful creature I've ever seen.” The words were quiet, whispered with adoration into his ear. Her arms moved to wrap tightly around his waist. The dark haired cambion buried her face into his bare shoulder. Despite the mass amounts of soap on both of them, he still retained his plant-like, earthy smell. Nikita had come to love that scent. His hands moved to cover hers as she nuzzled at his neck. Nuzzling slowly turned to feathery kisses and his head tilted in accordance with her adoration.

“So quiet, my love,” she murmured into his skin as she resumed her nuzzling, now focused on the place just behind the hard edge of his jaw. “What's wrong?” A frown tugged at her lips as her nose gently butted against him.

A great sigh shook his body and her hold tightened reflexively, as though the movement might take him from his lover's hold. Vibrations traveling in his chest gave indication of his intention to speak before the words left his mouth. Nikita held her breath as exotic, foreign sounds rolled from his tongue, syllables she did not understand. Having been exposed to nearly every tongue spoken by man, her head tilted in confusion. The rumbles slowly stilled and she was left frowning against his jaw.

“What does that mean?” Her head tilted away from his so that she could look at him more easily. Nikita was startled for a moment as his head leaned back onto her shoulder. Now they could look each other in the eye and the cambion's breath caught.

“I love you.” The warmth in his eyes gave testament to his words. One of her arms released his waist so that she could tuck his hair behind his ear. These words she knew. These words she understood.

“I love you,” she repeated, cupping his chin and tilting his mouth to meet her own. He was even warmer than the bath water. He brought warmth to the coldest, most unloved parts of her.

“I love you.” The words seemed to echo over and over between the two as their lips chased after each other. Gentle touches, accompanied by stray bubbles followed their words and kisses. Their voices were only the barest of murmurs but filled with mutual love and reassurance.

“I love you.”

“I love you.”

“I love you.”

#nahentah #;otp; creature of light #;ic #;drabble #infinitelyxcomplicated #[ love me ] #[ i finished it ]