immortaIshe
* cb and tag me in things i need to respond to!
immortaIshe
immortaIshe
* okay folks, how sexy does she look on a scale of 1-10
eadimidium
/ the bio im dead lmaoooo
immortaIshe
* @eadimidium i’m a perfectionist but i have one in my notes i’m working on rn ✋ TYSM THO
eadimidium
it’s pretty, isn’t it? have you ever decorated a tree before?
immortaIshe
@eadimidium, ⠀⠀ [the entity hums for a brief moment, shifting her weight for a moment before her attention turns to the tree again.] ah, i’ve heard that’s the christmas movie go-to.. i’ve never seen it, but quite a few people have talked about it. [she pauses for a moment before she adjusts one of the ornaments on the other’s tree.] it’s the green guy with a small heart, yeah?
eadimidium
[ after a few short moments, julia’s gaze meets theirs before offering a sincere smile followed by a quiet chuckle. she knew exactly what she spoke of. ] yeah, i know exactly what you mean. it’s sort of obnoxious. y’know, i don’t usually celebrate christmas but if i were to decorate my house, i think a few string lights and a blow up grinch would do just fine.
immortaIshe
@eadimidium, ⠀⠀ [the entity nods as acknowledgement, her gaze shifting from the tree to the woman speaking. she does not offer a smile though, but instead a mere blink of her eyes.] i like it, it’s very nice. i’ve seen some very overwhelming decorations, like those ones where the entire house lights up to music— i never understood the desire for that, i imagine it would wake up the neighbors.
immortaIshe
* info & headcanons below, dni.
immortaIshe
⠀⠀ iv. while i do not know her canon sexuality, MY lady death remains unlabeled. she falls for who she falls for, but those who do have her favor are given special treatment! ( prime canon example; agatha harkness with their son. )
immortaIshe
⠀⠀ iii. lady death & rio vidal are the same person, though you would never have guessed it. LADY DEATH is the “personification” of death, she cannot be killed until immortality is the only thing standing. RIO VIDAL represents life, the original green witch with quite the.. eccentric personality.
immortaIshe
⠀⠀ ii. because she is a multiversal entity and takes souls from everywhere geographically and universally, she knows every language. she did not know every language at the start of her life, no— she took the time to learn every language with the souls she picked up along the way. she likes to think she’s making those old souls proud, even if it’s been a very long time since she’s seen them.
immortaIshe
* cb / drop.
taskdemo
“ christ fuckin’ almighty . you walk as silently as death ! ”
immortaIshe
@taskdemo ⠀⠀⠀⠀ she nodded her head to show that she was listening, though she still could not hide her amusement. HE WAS NOT WRONG, DEATH HAD TAKEN MANY SOLDIERS IN HER TIME. SOME OF THEM SHE’S EVEN PLUCKED RIGHT FROM THE OTHER’S GRIP. “you’re not wrong.” those words were all the entity responded with, her gaze fixed on the man. did he know what she was here for?
taskdemo
@immortaIshe despite the unsettling vibe he got , soap brushed it aside . not allowing his fear to be shown , he was a soldier not a coward . “ always near . though i personally look on the bright side even if days as a soldier are always numbered . ”
immortaIshe
@taskdemo ⠀ ╱ ⠀⠀ the entity’s lips curl in amusement at the words from the soldier. HE DID NOT KNOW HOW TRUE THAT STATEMENT WAS. “how do you know how death walks? has she ever visited you before?”
immortaIshe
* do i make my grand return back or let her live in the back of my mind? ( cb, specify! )
unraveIment
Silence lay steady against the bones of unholy defiance, against the walls of beating despair and upmost distain. Sickness bleeds through skin and bone, eroding its marrow until the body only knows unease and discomfort. AN ILL OF NO TRUE MEANING, A DISEASE THAT SHIFTS AND TILTS WITH NO MEANS TO AN END. IT WEIGHS HEAVIER THAN USAUAL, a darkness growing with her rattled bones since the moons melancholic arrival. . . .DEATH SEEMED TO FOLLOW THE RUINER, BUT WOULD CLAIM HER CORPSE. INSTEAD SHE ONLY OFFERED SOFT GLANCES AND PETAL STAINED TOUCHES. [ THE REAPER LAYS WITH ME NOW, HAND IN UNLOVABLE HAND. ]
IN HER HOUSE OF HORRORS, MINAVERA FINDS HERSELF BATHED IN FLICKER OF CANDLE LIGHT AND BOLTS OF LIGHTNING AS A STORM RAGED AGAINST THE WEATHERED STONE— RATTLING THE MIRRORS. QUEEN FINDS HERSELF DEEP IN HER OWN REFLECTION, EYES LOCKED IN ON HERSELF AS IF SHE WAS PICKING APART THE IMAGE. AS IF SHE DIDN’T QUITE BELEIEVE WHAT SHE SAW WAS HERSELF. SHE KNEW THE PRESENCE CREEPING UPON HER, COULD FEEL IT SWELL IN HER RIBS.
❝ you haunt me . . . ❞ a mere whisper and yet it echoes through the dark , past the bending shadows that flicker from the corner of queens mind. FROM OWN FLICKER OF FACE, A PALENESS OF CURIOSITY. IT IS NO MYTH OF THE HORRORS THAT EXIST UPON THE NORTHERN REALM, THE MONSTROSITIES ALL COMMITTED BY A SINGLE CREATURE; THE RUINER, THE ONE THEY CALL QUEEN. BUT BEHIND THE BEAST, behind the blood and bone rests that very woman—swallowed by something much greater than it all. SHE DOES NOT TURN TO FACE HER GUEST, does not dare look upon that damned face. The question seems to answer itself, or perhaps something greater than the both of them did.
unraveIment
@immortaIshe ❝ what have you done to me …. ❞ words deteriorate from tongue, lost to a ringing sounding through her head, A PAIN SO SHARP SHE FEELS AS IF SHE SPINNING. HAND RAISES, palm digging into her temple to release the phantom from inside her mind, and it subsides, slowly, retuning her to the mirrors image, the eyes peering from her out skull. . . . . THE MIRROR OF DECAY PRESENTS ITSELF IN FEROCITY, AN IMAGE OF DISTORTION AND DISBELIEF. BUT EVEN IN THE FACE OF DEMOLITION THERE IS SELF WITHIN THE EXHIBIT--BENEATH THE BEAST, INSIDE THE BELLY OF THE MONSTER, SHE REMAINS. [ I SEE MYSELF WITHIN YOUR TORMENT, DO YOU UNDERSTAND THAT? ] Upon the touch, the narrow expanse of her neck is revealed , as if she’s clinging to the lingering fingertips. HOW LONG HAD IT BEEN SINCE THE FAMILIARITY OF CONTACT? HOW MANY MOONS HAD IT BEEN FOR HER TO FEEL ANOTHER ? ❝ you poor , beautiful nightmare , ❞ OCTAVES drop as she grows strength, clawed fingers flexing against lace , begging to be unleashed. ❝my sweet creature, how you torment me .❞ cold eyes finally lock on those in the reflection, upon deaths face in all of its tender cruelty. [ DO YOU SEE THE RIPPLE BENEATH OUR SKIN? THE BEAST LONGING TO BE SET FREE. WE MUST NOT WAIT TOO LONG, MY LOVE. ]
immortaIshe
she still did not bother to give her a verbal response, but instead merely nodded her head as she continued her actions of raking her fingertips through the woman's hair. THE TOUCH OF DEATH WAS NOT SOMETHING MANY PEOPLE TRULY EXPERIENCED, BUT MINAVERA COULD AT LEAST BE AN EXCEPTION FOR THAT. after all, she was truly haunting the woman now that THE WORDS SPARKED A DESIRE WITHIN HERSELF THAT SHE DIDN’T EVEN KNOW SHE HELD.
immortaIshe
@unraveIment ⠀ ╱ ⠀ ⠀ THE GRIM REAPER HID IN THE SHADOWS, THOUGH IT WAS HARDLY ENOUGH TO HIDE THE GRUESOME FEATURES SHE DONNED BETWEEN THE DIM FLICKERING OF THE CANDLE’S FLAMES AND THE CRACKLING LIGHTNING THAT ACCOMPANIED THE ROARING THUNDER OUTSIDE OF THE CASTLE WALLS. while she would normally hide her true form beneath dreadfully itchy skin, she felt no need to do it with this visit. after all their time of knowing each other, all her unnecessary visits throughout the years hiding beneath layers of skin that were her own but not at the same time—- IT WAS GROWING TIRESOME. the entity did not move from her position in the shadows, she did not dare breathe or blink—- SHE MERELY LISTENED TO THE WORDS THAT SLIPPED FROM THE WOMAN’S LIPS WITHOUT A THOUGHT OF OFFERING A RESPONSE. her dark gaze studied the queen’s movements, wondering what could possibly be going on in her mind while she spoke such mind-consuming words. how did rio haunt minavera? ALL SHE HAD EVER DONE WAS FIGHT FOR HER—- FIGHT FOR THE WOMAN THAT WAS RIGHTFULLY HERS BUT COULD NEVER BE. lady death found herself stepping into the candlelight and behind the chair the queen was seated in, her hands delicately moving to the back of her chair. IF SHE WANTED A HAUNTING, SHE WOULD BE HAUNTED BY THE BEST. her fingers are cold as she runs them through the queen’s hair, dark gaze maintaining eye contact with the woman. HER GAZE IS HARDLY SWEET, HOLDING A STORY BEHIND THEM THAT SHE DARED NOT TO SHARE WITH ANOTHER SOUL—- DEAD OR ALIVE. minavera was far from an exception, no matter how often she visited or what she felt for the woman because it appeared she saw her as one thing—- A HAUNTING.
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