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since there's probably ( not really ) going to be a question about it : verona's neck-wound DID NOT come from her turns in war / on the field. it was inflicted by her mother who , once she discovered her daughter was cavorting with "the dark muses" , said the offense must be quelled by the source - through the voice ; in prym's own words , this was done to prevent verona from ever being able to speak another spell , another cantrip , another verse or hymn. an extreme case of punishment , yes , but for a some while , proved ... EFFECTIVE . in the time which followed , where verona healed and re-learned a means of communication , prym was often condescending unto her child , saying things like , "was it worth it , daughter ? to blemish your beauty and standing like this ... i hope you learned your lesson well." this , something verona - understandably - never forgave prym for ; this , too , a scorn and contempt which is sure to BOIL OVER in time.

when verona DID learn to communicate , she learned SIGNING FIRST , followed by the art of telepathy. telepathy is not very common , likely viewed as invasive by the majority ( & it very well is ! ) . to initiate her speaking to you directly , she will tap your temple , then her own , allowing the veils of the mind to thin and be lifted. her voice sinks into the mind like dark honey ; easing over one's thoughts and wandering the headspace like an uninvited geist.

PS: when verona and her father had a discussion about the whole ordeal ( as they tend to talk much more than she & her mother ) , verona asked her father if he would've forgive prym for doing something similar to him. and his reply , predictably , was , "i love her , i would forgive many of her sins." and verona again asked if he forgives her for doing such a thing to HER , as his daughter. and he said , "in earnest , no. i cannot look beyond this."

#⚔ ━ ❝ ooc || &. headcanons ❞ ━ ⚔ #⚔ ━ ❝ VERSES || v. TDC ❞ ━ ⚔ #i post lore #i leave again

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Armor of Ferdinand I, Holy Roman Emperor, (Detail of Breastplate), 1549 [2542 × 4000]

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Christa Wolf, From Cassandra: A Novel and Four Essays

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A very brief TDC verse for my bloathed :

Vapran ( Noble Caste ) | F | 38

Veteran Paladin + Distinguishable Magus

Fulfills an ANTITHESIS to her Vapran ilk ; represents the motif of “the brightest light often casts the darkest of shadows”

While prim and oft’ regal in appearance, Verona hosts CLEAR DIFFERENCES from others ( sharper teeth & nails, a definitive ‘aura’ which follows / surrounds her presence… ) ; she is keeping to the "silverling" aspect with fair skin and hair , alongside her customary silver eyes.

Verona’s father ( Xatho ) was also a Paladin before being honorably discharged from his high post ; Verona’s mother ( Prym ) - who she later contends with - is a sought after spellweaver.  In essence , Verona is the best of BOTH WORLDS , marrying the two esteemed attributes into ONE UNIFIED ( albeit dangerous ) WHOLE

Verona is very much a TAPESTRY OF SCARS ; she brandishes each one with no sore lack of pride , as well she enjoys her title of “warmonger” - the one she does hide , however , is the wound which bisects her form from jaw to sternum , quieting her voice for good ( she is never once seen without some sort of ornamental covering ‘pon her throat , she feels revealing her throat is an act of submission ) .  For this , she has both learned to SIGN ( re: writing few words using some form of light-weaving ) & TO USE TELEPATHY ; you could also say this services another motif : “speak no evil”

One thing should be made VERY CLEAR : despite being a Vapran , despite being raised in the capitol and in high-society , Verona is no less of a threat and her personality in this verse is no different than her typical personality ; she is brutal , she is destructive , she is insatiable ( this , too , can be said of her magic ) .  If you believe she will not kill you and parade ‘round in your viscera to fulfill a purpose ( perhaps merely for the sport of it ) , I warn you again : keep wise , and keep her in your sights at all times

Her end changes drastically whether she joins the resistance or the order , as both support different aspects / attributes of her nature ( but truthfully , you can never change a monster’s nature , can you ? )

#⚔ ━ ❝ VERSES || v. TDC ❞ ━ ⚔ #idk if i'll even keep her here on the sideblog #buuut just in case i'll make the tag anyways #i might dick around with this a bit more #for now tho i think it'll be enough to go off of ksdjcnd

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Drukija Contessa of Blood

Verotika (2019)

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@selfher​ asked : TRANSIT :  for one muse to sit next to the other on a public transport. / from Katja 4 Vera!

𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐃.

          There is something rather … HUMAN about taking public transportation , a choice not normally allotted— For the longest time , the Valk has remained an i s o l a t e d creature , her nature ( an innate desire to wage war , to bring ruin , to devour ) reminds her each day she spends in docile simplicity amongst the people that she is threading a fine and FRAYING needle ; tempting Fate , perhaps , but many would know her for a woman to always challenge the ways of things – as there is , verily , always a c h o i c e for a life to be lived ( & in capable hands , then , it should be possible to strangle the power from the stars who deign to dictate your course ) .  Yet there is no surprise , not even now , that when she is there – a god-thing near-assimilated into the masses , almost unrecognizable from another person – on the bus , clad in expensive attire fit for the upper-class aristocracy , she still feels so very OUTSIDE of everything ; as always , an observer.  A necessary price to pay , she assumes , for wanting to – for once – be part of the modern world who no longer needs the old gods and antiquated blood-written rituals.

          Verona s e n s e s the other ‘fore she speaks , her attention coming away from the rain-washed city beyond the bus window to look up towards the woman standing in the aisle , pointing to the seat beside her currently occupied by her buckle-bag.  An inhale , the register of a scent that does not seem human despite the flesh she wears ; an aura that sings a s t r a n g e verse reminiscent of an older world.  “Of course,” Verona says , tipping her head with a smile , picking up the bag to move it out of the way for her.  “Please , sit.  It is awfully crowded today , is it not ?”  Words come easily , tone is conversational and light.  “Surprising , really , given the weather.”

#⚔ ━ ❝ IC || &. answered ❞ ━ ⚔ #selfher #selfher || katja #verse tbt #i uh... figured you were implying a modern verse #bc verona was made centered around a high fantasy setting and #there's not really anything like buses or subways in that genre #ksdjcdn #anyways i hope this works!

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“I don’t know how to want without consuming.”

— Jody Chan, from “Elegy for the Pre-Packaged Pie I Ate on March 14, 2018,” published in Hot Metal Bridge

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lunaferrous​:

          “Aha… I suppose you’re right.” She chuckled, smiling rather sheepishly as if she didn’t know what to do with herself, with the compliment given, a stark contrast to her usual stone-faced demeanor. But here, she didn’t have to prove herself or stand on top of a pedestal… she could relax, without having to worry about the social pressures of her job, her status, her outward perception of strength and military defiance she often showed towards her competitors. Here, she was just another casual observer, taking an interest in the stars as they moved across the heavens.

          “In a way, I’m relieved. I was frankly surprised when you suggested making the trip out here.” Surprised, but more than happy to oblige nonetheless, smiling gently before she heard the shutter click on her camera lens. Thirty seconds had passed, allowing more low levels of light to expose themselves on film and show a clearer image of the stars above than even the naked eye could comprehend, could even dream of. Early astronomers would never have believed seeing the stars like this would be possible, carefully re-setting the dial as she brought up the picture on the bottom display, revealing a distant arm of the Milky Way streaking across the night sky.

          “Now there’s something that never ceases to amaze me. Look at how vibrant it is… it’s no wonder the ancient Greeks thought it looked like spilled milk.” She hummed, breathing out through her nose, evidently pleased with herself at her own attempt at humor. But it was a sight to behold, hundreds of thousands of stars all coalesced together in a gradient of ever-changing light, from pure white to rose gold. It wasn’t unlike the color of Verona’s hair, if she was being honest… in fact, they were nearly one and the same as she reached out to brush a fell strand of hair away from her face, tucking it neatly behind her ear.

                    “Do you ever wonder what else is up there? What terrors lurk among the stars? Or what natural beauty we’ve yet to witness?”

          The two of them , both , held their vice in being dedicated to their work ( & how tired they must surely be , but persisted nevertheless ) .  It made these r a r e moments of seeing Luna discard her proud hoist ever the sweeter for the Valk.  Watching her embrace a moment of serenity was something Verona had been hoping to provide for some while.  Own few notes of a chuckle are given.  “Truthfully , I thought this was necessary.  It is as they say : all work and no play makes Jack a dull boy.”  Though either of them are the farthest creatures from d u l l , “We are entitled to our pleasures , aren’t we ?”  Or , at least , Verona liked to ASSUME they were ( for who would be there to tell them otherwise ? ) .  “Mayhaps we can … Make time for more of this in future , if you would like.”  The offer comes in EARNEST for it might be a wise investment.

          Hearing the shutter click causes pointed ears to quirk to attention , asks her to move in c l o s e r so she can see the image Luna brings up onto the screen.  Silver hues alight with AMAZEMENT , a sound of glee leaving her with the seeming joy of a school girl observing something for the first time ( rightly so , she’s more accustomed to the antiquated means , this new technology astounds her ) .  “Oh , Luna !”  She breathes , leaning away to look at her beloved demon , features beaming and blissful.  “It is r e m a r k a b l e !  But I do admit , its vibrance does not compare to you.”  She thinks to sneak it in , even as the other tucks the straying stand of pale gold back into place.

          “Oh , I certainly do !”  Horned head nods along to her words as she speaks , floodgates breaking as the empyrean begins to ramble rather eagerly , “There must be so much beyond our earthly reach , of that I’ve no doubt.  Even the divinities are caught questioning where they stand amid everything.  For surely , they nor their creations , are not the only things here.”  Momentarily , Verona gazes skywards ( a now-darkened blanket , bespeckled with moon & starlight ) .  “Even as powerful as I am , I oft’ ponder the potential of what e l s e there is , of what e l s e we’ve never seen or spoken to.”  There’s a contemplative silence , her gaze coming back down and returning to Luna.  “Given the chance , I believe I would like to venture among the stars sometime.  Experience it for myself.”  She smiles , leaning forward a bit.  “Not that I ought to go alone , right ?”  A distant dream , then , a great war-god and her beloved demon , adventuring through the cosmos — !

#⚔ ━ ❝ QUEUE || &. queue will be the wretchedest of women! ❞ ━ ⚔ #⚔ ━ ❝ IC || &. threads ❞ ━ ⚔ #⚔ ━ ❝ VERSES || i. main ❞ ━ ⚔ #lunaferrous #when your wife is so enthralled by what you have to show her knsdcd

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algizkali​:

@valhyr asked for an unprompted starter !!

brow twitched, and he felt the muscles in his legs tense. mako tainted eyes fixated on the femme fatale saunter her way in my direction, his very weakness, verona brought saliva to his mouth as fingers pressed into his pants. “ i’m half tempted to throw you over my shoulder and leave. ” his tone came from between clenched teeth as he had stood to greet her, with lips placed against her cheek before words.

“ you look too good. ” reno spoke, eyes shameless in their travels around her form.

          A kiss to the cheek is exchanged – cordial , a common courtesy to all she works with closely ( too close according to some ) .  His words come as a familiar hushed heat to her chilled skin , causing the flesh to preen and g l i n t like fresh-snow.  The appraisal of her – that greedy , hungering look in his gaze – does not go unnoticed.  It can’t be helped , Verona smiles ( all teeth , all threat ) .  Hand rises , smoothing the point of a claw along the mark ‘neath his eye.  “Careful,” She warns , adding pressure to prick the skin , “You should be more discreet with what you say.”  Spoken knowing full well they have each said FAR WORSE to each other.

          “But you very well could,” Hand draws away , claw licked clean of the hint of blood which gathered at its point.  “Wouldn’t your boss be rather disappointed in you for missing curfew … A g a i n because of me ?  I would hate to get you in trouble.”  Goading , taunting , putting pressure to the situation she knows she’s no passive player in.

#⚔ ━ ❝ QUEUE || &. queue will be the wretchedest of women! ❞ ━ ⚔ #⚔ ━ ❝ IC || &. threads ❞ ━ ⚔ #⚔ ━ ❝ VERSES || iii. FF7-R ❞ ━ ⚔ #algizkali #algzikali || reno #why are they so... gross #also i know you said u wanted to keep it short so i tried to do that for u

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BOLD ANY FEARS WHICH APPLY TO YOUR MUSE. ITALICIZE WHAT MAKES THEM UNCOMFORTABLE. (feel free to add your own!)

tagged by: @lunaferrous​​

the dark ⋆ fire ⋆ open water ⋆ deep water ⋆ being alone ⋆ crowds ⋆ confined spaces ⋆ open spaces ⋆ war ⋆ failure ⋆ loss of control ⋆ powerlessness ⋆ prison ⋆ blood ⋆ drowning ⋆ suffocation ⋆ public speaking ⋆ forests ⋆ the supernatural ⋆ heights ⋆ loss ⋆ dying ⋆ death ⋆ nonexistence ⋆ love ⋆ intimacy ⋆ rejection ⋆ abandonment ⋆ the unknown ⋆ the future ⋆ not being good enough ⋆ scary stories ⋆ speaking to new people ⋆ poverty ⋆ loud noises ⋆ lack of noise ⋆ being touched ⋆ forgetting ⋆ insects ⋆ dogs ⋆ snakes ⋆ pain ⋆ hurting others ⋆ illness ⋆ doctors ⋆ surgery ⋆ thunder storms ⋆ being watched ⋆ eyes ⋆ being vulnerable ⋆ needles or pointed objects ⋆ clowns ⋆ mirrors ⋆ isolation ⋆ shouting/yelling ⋆ change

#⚔ ━ ❝ OOC || &. dash games ❞ ━ ⚔ #being a creature of innate brutality and extremes does not allot you many ''fears'' persay #but she has a few discomforts #spurned from experiences in her longevity #the thing with love / having connection / being deeply involved with another #does not sit well with her #while not a fear #it brings up a lot of grief and other emotions she's never truly recovered from since lenore's tragic death #this rises to contend with her fear of complete isolation - smth she's in fact contending with constantly from her #exile away from the other divinities #she hates it #it makes her feel awful to the point she'd do just abt anything to rid herself of the emptiness #but even so #she is never satisfied by anything #she will *always* be hungry for something and never know what that something is

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Aesthetic: hardcore violence accompanied by soft classical music

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@algizkali​ asked : ✦ = being well-dressed  from reno :P

𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐃.

          Although having asked the Turk to accompany her on one of her many business galas ( exhaustive as they are , appearances must be maintained while greed must continue to thrive ) , she did not expect him to come PREPARED .  Donning typical attire , surely , but to her surprise , he’s gone a step further and made himself far more presentable ; with chest concealed and collar properly buttoned , neck cinched rightly by a scarlet tie which pays compliment to the red accents strewn throughout her own attire— A sign , then , that he’s been PAYING ATTENTION .  That by some measure , he wanted to make an i m p r e s s i o n on his charge ( not that he should be trying ) and it’s working ( not that she should allow it to ) .  Still , Verona cannot help the all-too-pleased smile pressing onto her crystalline features.

          “Reno,” She greets , rising from her seat and moving towards him , her voice drops , “Did you do this just for me ?”  They’ll be the talk of the gala , won’t they ?  She knows well what g o s s i p s these topside folk tend to be the moment she turns her back ; snakes and sharks , craven and cruel despite how they feign niceties and humility to their fellow man.  It is certainly a STATEMENT to be escorted by a Turk to a business affair.  But , as she put it , it’s a way he can keep a better eye on her.  And besides , the risk of them being seen fraternizing together in public was something she could not rightly turn from ; a g a m b l e , she was willing to partake in ( as it seems he is , too ) .

          “Don’t let anyone tell you you’ve never done anything for no-one , hm ?”  Ringed claws fix his tie , setting it a bit TOO TIGHT at his throat for giving it a demanding y a n k to bring him forward.  Her words brush over his lips , cold and sweet , “If you manage to BEHAVE the rest of the evening for me , I’ll do something for you in return.”  A promise , sealed with a teasingly chaste kiss to his lips.  Stepping away , she takes place on his arm , “Come , are you ready ?  The evening waits for none of us , after all !”

#⚔ ━ ❝ IC || &. answered ❞ ━ ⚔ #⚔ ━ ❝ VERSES || iii. FF7-R ❞ ━ ⚔ #algizkali #algzikali || reno

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Details: Allegory of Vanity, 1636, by Antonio de Pereda (Spanish, 1611-1678)

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— Frank Bidart, from “Half-light: Collected Poems 1965-2016; ‘History’", published c. 2017

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@bigveee​ asked : He'd scratch beneath her chin. "You have a way of poppin up, if I didn't know any better I'd think you were some kinda masochist."

          What ?  No foreplay ‘fore THRUSTING right into the conversation— In their time apart , she’s forgotten how awfully forward he can be ( though no fault is offered , it has its merits , it gives her an idle good humor ) .  Some part of her wants to discard his thought entirely , to REMIND HIM how long it's been since last they spoke – had a drink , talked business ( or disputed pleasure ) – but she also remembers … He is not like Vox.  That would not be to his caliber.  Rather unfortunate !  But at least it seems little has changed in her absence , yet even that is a m e a g e r solace.

          The touch of his claws trailing ‘neath the gleaming flesh of her chin is … TOO FAMILIAR for her to ignore , her head turns to acknowledge him , lidded gaze lifting to meet his eye.  It is an all too g e n t l e gesture ; the Seraph is more than aware of what he’s capable of.  Perhaps it's a sign of respect , of favor— Verona can’t readily discern what it may mean ( if anything ) .  Crowned head lifts – o b e y i n g his motions – just enough to grant him leverage , a slight s m i l e teasing the seams of sanguine lips.  She knows well the ulterior meaning weighing his words , her kind does NOT BELONG here in Hell ( & surely there’s been no shortage of unworthy mongrels looking to take a prize out of her all-holy hide ) .  Even here in his club she’s a RELIC , shining / striking and d a n g e r o u s in her divine might.  The only one who is damned enough to risk approaching her alone is Valentino himself ( there is no fear to him & likely never would be ) .

          A smoking chuff escapes her ; the barest notes of a l a u g h huffed through the nose.  “A masochist ?  Did I ever come across that way to you before ?”  She finally pulls her head from his grip , returning to her drink.  “Consider , Val , I’ve my reasons for being in this place still.”  None of them GOOD , that much is obvious , but this relic elects to keep her secrets no matter how many times they’ve shared space.  “Would it help you to know y o u may be one of them ?”  Doesn’t look at him when she says the words , it’s hard to say if she’s even being sincere.  All she does is smile and raise the glass to her lips for a swallow of liquor.  An angel in the greater hierarchy , wasting her time on a demon overlord— what have things come to ?

#⚔ ━ ❝ IC || &. answered ❞ ━ ⚔ #⚔ ━ ❝ VERSES || iv. HH / HB ❞ ━ ⚔ #bigveee #i assumed you meant this for verona! #since uh #she's the only one of my muses val's spoken to

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