♱̼ . 𝓐┄‎┄‎𝑔𝒍𝒂͟𝒆͟𝑎⎯， ݁

@ichoriaI 
            
            “ glad we can agree on that much .  ” the fallen angel couldn’t help but to scoff though , kept their divine nature hidden due to several reasons— especially towards mortals for no mind could ever truly comprehend such divinity .  ishmael couldn’t help to later sigh in relief after hearing the words which came next , thank the almighty .  “ how..  considerate .  i appreciate the thought .  i don’t often indulge in drinking if i’m honest.. but it would be rude not to .  wine is such a sacred and beloved thing when it comes to churches .  the lord’s son’s blood and all that..  ”

♱̼ . ⠀     @saviorlies，  i wouldn't expect less from someone of such divinity,       [as much as coloured irises would love to continuously bask in the presence of a fallen angel,   they divert──specifically,    her wine glass.    it rests between her fingers,    the red liquid that lingers moves around within a slow swirling motion.      hues of vermillion would simply watch,    continuing so until aglaea was ready to take another sip of the delicacy.]       oh,    but you needn't worry,      (...)      it's not blood——it's wine.      i wouldn't dare serve such a thing such to non-drinkers. 

*  everyone's beautiful in her eyes btw,  friend or foe she will compliment one's beauty!!!

*  @empyred，ohmygosh....don't make me blush like this!!!!  aaaahhh thank you pookie <33

*  @likeholy，happy happy haaappy!!! 

@ichoriaI   /   something  horror  n  bloody  please 

*    gimme that vampire horror asap thank u bookie

/:   cautious?   and the theme is magnificent. suits her !!

 ♱̼ . ⠀     @vampirte，   [she didn't flinch,  aglaea didn't move at all.   their touch was a mix of coldness with warmth hidden underneath,    as expected   (yet also unexpected),     but not unwelcome.    coloured irises would brighten with the muse of surprise,   captivated with greater interest than before.]       do you——always take such care with your..    offerings?       [a whisper, laced with grace,   but there was no hiding the genuine intrigue that followed her words.      it was a curiosity that was no longer contained,    a question she couldn’t silence,      even if temptation lingered at the edges of her thoughts.   curiosity often kills the cat,    as one would might say,   but would it be so deadly this time?]    perhaps,    i should be flattered instead?  
            
            
            *  is it too early to say winners love winning....?

@ichoriaI          [there  was  stillness  in  her  lack  of  movement.     amber  irises  form  a  softened  look  of  curiosity,   lost  in  thought.     the  question  of  whether  or  not  the  other  posed  a  threat  was  still  lost  on  her,   but  nevertheless,   she  picks  up  a  leisurely  pace,   finally  closing  the  distance  between  them  with  each  step  she  took.   a  hand  lifts,   hovering  over  the  span  of  the  other’s  cheek,  before  she  lowers  its  fingers  to  wipe  at  the  blood  that  stubbornly  remained.   there,   dark  sanguine  smears  onto  the  pads  of  her  fingers,   staining  herself  with  the  once-present  red  that  stood  out  against  the  other’s  skin.     the  silence  remained  until  she  spoke,   words  flowing  off  her  tongue  in  a  whisper.]     i  hope  that  is  satisfactory.  
            
            /   i  adore  algaea  already  btw  :3

 ♱̼ . ⠀     @vampirte，   [a gentle hand would rest upon her cheek.  a soft swipe of her fingers would reveal the darkened sanguine that found comfort to sit on her skin,   only the Gods above would know just how long the ichor had stained her.]      oh,   how embarrassing..    [algaea spoke quietly to herself.   she wouldn't want to perceived a soiled eater,  but nevertheless——her gaze meet the other,   a faint smile decorating her lips.]     you wouldn't happen to have a handkerchief on you,     would you my dear?  

♱̼ . ⠀     @bitezback，   curiosity is known to kill the cat,   i'm afraid..     [she speaks with a gentle, melodic cadence quality——it was serene,   soothing,   and almost ethereal.    her words hung in the stillness for a moment as silence would soon fall through.   a soft laughter then emits from her lips.   lighthearted,    her words held no malice for her current presence was not to be mistaken as a threat.]      must i have a reason to be here?      i come empty handed,     without threat.

@filthytendencies 
            
            |  you're  so  welcome  you've  blessed  my  eyes  with  yours  wymmm .ᐣ  <33

*  @filthytendencies，literally says you?  like hello omg??   i'm literally smiling like an idiot,  thank you so much pooks<33