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 "I am an aspect and bounty hunter of the Raven Queen, the goddess of death. I make sure the dead do not escape their chains, and the living do not assist them. Are you... against that?" ∴ • ◑ • ❖ • ⟲ [artist] | Silence is where are the creatures go Creatures the things we will never know Drowning in the bath of eternal sin Draping the flesh over my pure eyes Top of my head and down to my thighs Grazing the surface of my own skin The touch the tap The mystifying act of The clutch the clap The fluctuating love for The noise the trap The puzzling voice of The crease the gap Of every single choice But mine Always looking out for the one and only sign Always looking out for the ones who are left behind Consistently trapped between every single line Everyday Balance is what all the people need People consume the things that they feed Tearing apart the land we’re on Slashing gashing through The inner lines that define you When that line has been drawn |
| KRAVITZ |
| Once fully dedicated to his cause of being a Reaper for the Raven Queen, Kravitz finds himself adrift and far more mortal than he'd like on the archipelago of LifeAftr. While he has anchors in the form of friends from home and new ones he's gained here, he still struggles to adapt to a new life where he's just a little more average than he previously was. It's partially a relief and partially incredibly infuriating, which hasn't resolved in over a year now. He continues to push his limits versus being a "mortal" against being a "god", and never quite belonging to either camp. Despite any limitations to his person, Kravitz' priorities will always be to keep the balance of the natural order, and protect the ones he cares about from death and it's clutches. While he may not be death's avatar, he still has respect for the passage of the world- but as he forges bonds and clings more to those connections, he's finding in himself that there may have been a bit more mortal in him after all. |
∴ canon | ₪ cross-canon | ♥ family | ღ crush | ★ friends | ✔ trusted | ||
| ✘ dislike | ◑ neutral | ¿ uncertain | ✂ complicated | ❖ want to know better | ⟲ undead/has died | ||
| ⚑ confusing | ⚡ dangerous | ⊗ worry | ø unknown | 回 acquaintance | ❱ avoidance |
lup.
Date: 2018-05-21 07:58 pm (UTC)∴ • ✘ • ✂ • ❖ • ⟲ • ⚑ • ⚡
[artist]
You can tell the past, boy, I can tell the future
Give me a lobotomy and I can be your tutor
Open up the blast doors, then we can be neutered
I can smell your fingerprints all over my computer
So give me all the black-brown sticky sugar water
Swing you by your neck, mama, this can be your future
Something very strange about your picture in the mirror
When you move, it doesn't move, now how could that be weirder?
Just keep on rubbernecking, yeah, whatever feels familiar
I can send my brain on a holiday forever
You can fire a rocket at a rocket, it's the future
If you weren't already dead, I wouldn't have to school ya
You say you're gonna change, yeah
But you don't have any time, yeah
Down in my beast heart, I build an empire
Whenever I'm blind, I open my wild eye
Down in my beast heart, I build an empire
Whenever I'm blind, I open my wild eye
So did you pack your bag or did somebody pack it for you?
Take me to the sad, sad, party that you're bound to
Whether you're a have not or a have I got a question
Are you living dead or is this some kind of possession?
While her lichness made him plenty uncomfortable, Lup has been proving herself to be more responsible as time wears on, and after learning much about the circumstances where they became liches he finds himself understanding those desperate measures more and more. While they've found their way to mutual respect, they're both hanging on a tenuous edge of the known future- eventually, they will return home. Eventually, Kravitz will be bound to his duty.
But it's getting harder and harder to simply accept that as fact.