𝓓.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀   ⎯⎯⎯     ♡．— @hyrded — 
            
            ﹕she huffs as she steps forward and straddles back onto her horse's back, almost reluctantly but at least she listened. "because i don't need your help." she argues, wishing to have the last word in it. "there, i am on the horse, happy now?" 

⠀             “why not?” he asked, his gaze narrowing. one hand raked through his hair, a subtle gesture to ease the tension in his bones. he turned toward the spooked horse, securing the rein with careful precision.     rurik shifted his gaze back to discordia, lifting a brow at her.
            
            ⠀              “well?” he urged. “i haven’t got all day. will you at least get back on your horse?”

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀   ⎯⎯⎯     ♡．— @hyrded — 
            
            ﹕the goddess hisses as she withdraws herself from the man in self-defense as well as pride, her ego bruised by the thought of needing anyone's help, especially his. "i don't need help, especially yours, rurik." she firmly replies as she steps away from him. "i am in perfect control of my faculties." though, there is a part of her that wants more of this .. strange comforting feeling he brings. but discordia would rather die than admit that, of course. 

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀   ⎯⎯⎯     ♡．— @hyrded — 
            
            ﹕the woman sits in the comfort of her bedchambers' balcony, a cup of half-filled tea and an epitome of sorts on the table in front of her. when she hears his voice, she turns her head. "now, is that a way to enter a lady's room, darling?" 
            
            duvessa's gaze seem to soften with concern and curiosity as well upon hearing his inquiry about being summoned. "with whom? ladouceur?" she is aware of the man outside the oakwood doors, awaiting to be let in with a command from the goddess herself. 
            
            "well, i wanted to speak with you both. separately, of course." she acknowledges as she stands from her lounge as she quickly makes work of the distance between them. "is there an issue?" 

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀      ⎯⎯⎯     ♡．@hyrded 
            
            ﹕boredom. the deity was absolutely, undeniably bored of her usual antics. she needed something more.. fun, so to speak. an entertainment. and she has gotten her wish, as ironic as it may be. 
            
            another presence. it is only faint but loud enough for her to stir from her tedious mulling over wretched mortals and their disgusting feelings and prayers. "well, well, well," she says as she detects the being before her. "which of the idiotic beings do you belong to, hm?" she asks, leaning her cheek onto the back of her hand. 
            
            discordia is no fool. she senses divine power in the midst of this man's passive look, but she knows better than to outright ask. no, she wants a game, something more amusing for her, and this.. thing just so happened to be the center of attention at the moment. 

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀   ⎯⎯⎯     ♡．@xenowrath 
            
            ﹕she looks bemused as her fingers thread at the air ever so carelessly. she finds this all to be only comedic relief, so to speak. a mortal in a place like this, so very out of place? it is almost laughable to think about. 
            
            "so, he speaks." duvessa hums in pure amusement as she shifts into her viewable form. "hello to you too, dearest god denier. and what may, if i am permitted to, ask are you doing trespassing into a poor merchant's store like this? surely, you know well enough it is rude." 
            
            a sly, cheshire grin graces her lips when she sees the glint of guilt in the man's face. "oh, come now. you look more out of place here than a noble working in a farmer's field. do tell me what brings you by." 

᭡.         chysaor stood near the counter , a hand hovering over a jar of some  resin , his thumb idly tracing the lip of the glass as if he were listening to it sing .
            
            light filtered through the warped windows , gilding the dust motes that swirled lazily around him . he looked out of place there—too poised , too composed , as if he’d stepped down from a fresco rather than walked in from the street . the merchant , nervous and sweating , muttered something about prices , but saor wasn’t listening .
            
            something in the air had shifted .
            
            the soft hum of the shop seemed to flatten , as though every breath of the room waited . saor’s fingers froze mid-motion ; his eyes , amber and restless , darted toward the far wall though he did not turn . It wasn’t sound nor scent . . .it was presence , sharp and undeniable , pressing against the edges of his awareness . divine or damned , he could not yet tell .
            
            a faint smile tugged at his mouth , brittle but knowing .
            
            “ you hide your step well ,” he said quietly , voice a low ripple in the stillness. “ but the air moves differently when you enter it .”

⠀⠀⠀⠀   ⎯⎯⎯     ♡．relationship status. 
            
            ﹕⠀duvessa is [redacted] ,, not taken. duvessa has the love interest of cesare ravenlocke before he betrays her and kisses ariadne eclipsarum right in front of her during duvessa's 18th birthday ball. she does not have any more love interests after cesare. but that doesn't mean she does not win hearts. adalricus and ariadne's brother, aamon falls deeply for the woman and tries to win her hand only to fail miserably on the final day when he brings up her traumas. 

⠀⠀⠀⠀   ⎯⎯⎯     ♡．position(s) 
            
            ﹕⠀crowned princess, deadliest blade, motherly mentor, and deity of chaos. CROWNED PRINCESS. duvessa is the daughter of damon rougè from a long lineage of deities and supreme beings. she is born a princess, blood of the gods and sirens within her, which gives her the ethereal glow. DEADLIEST BLADE, at night, she is an assassin commanded by her father depending on if it is necessary for someone to be slain. she is quick on her feet and easily the best swordsman, archer, and fighter in the kingdom. MENTOR OR SECOND MOTHER. despite being 21, she brings in neglected and abused children and teens to a small little organisation where she cares for them secretly. she teaches them the ways of defense; hires tutors to broaden their book knowledge; provides food and shelter for them; and even helps enhance their powerful abilities within. her best apprentices, current succeeding ones are ladouceur sinclaire and adalricus eclipsarum. DEITY OF CHAOS, chaos incarnate. she is the epitome of chaos herself. niccolo rougè being order, she is the contraire. she is also the goddess of death and war ( opposite to niccolo, being god of order, life, and peace ). she creates realms of your worst nightmares and stays there waiting to be released. the banished deity of the heavens, fallen to the mortal realm to be treated as one of them against her will. she is hell herself. COMMANDER OF THE NORTHERN ARMY, she is the commander of her father's northern force. one of the strongest forces in the empire, she leads them with cruel, emotionless eyes, just like her father would. 
            
            
            

⠀⠀⠀⠀   ⎯⎯⎯     ♡．looks or visuals. 
            
            ﹕⠀mother's looks, father's personality. duvessa originally has white hair, and lavender eyes so bright they're almost white. she also has a pale, porcelain complexion, like a doll. she is 5'5" tall, short but completely ruthless. currently, duvessa hides herself in the guise of black hair and ocean blue eyes to replicate her father's features instead of her mother's. why? well, she [redacted] .. 
            
            
            ⠀⠀⠀⠀   ⎯⎯⎯     ♡．personality(ies)
            
            ﹕⠀mother's looks, father's personality. duvessa is a sweet but sly woman with the knack for doing anything to rile anyone up. whether it be doing what they dislike right in front of them or behind their back, duvessa is quite the supposed brat. she also has a fiery spirit, defiant and never staying put. the woman who can't be tamed or touched is what the empire's people call her because she does not enjoy being touched and she doesn't stay put to anyone. when chaos takes over, duvessa turns into pure mockery and sarcasm.