#셋 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐀 / the immortal.

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𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓'𝐒 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐑𝐎𝐋𝐄 𝐈𝐍 𝐀 𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐆𝐈𝐂 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘?

  calista:   the misunderstood villain.

prepare for an onslaught of both the most dehumanizing and hateful takes, and flood of thirst comments. you are chronically misunderstood. whether or not you're actually evil is debatable. you may be acting out for revenge, to defend someone you love, or even just to protect yourself. you're a pretty jaded person. you don't trust or even really like most people. maybe you did at one point. but that part of you is gone, and you don't go a single day without grieving it. you think a lot about what your life could have been. you're stuck in the past. you're angry and maybe you don't even want to be, but this is the only way you can see to survive. you're open, but less in a trusting way and more like a wound. you don't like to let people see you, but the hurt spills out of you before you can stop it. you're impulsive, even as you try hard to plan and prepare. maybe someday your side of the story will finally be heard. until then, you can convince yourself that being hated is safer anyway.

Tagged by : @rippleofwords ( Love U. Fascinating that we talked about how Calista and Hyukjae mirror each other in ways nobody would expect, but they do - Hand in hand they will give birth to apocalypse )

Tagging : @velvetineblue @solitvrs @tvsteoftrvgedy (I call Protagonist) @mythvoiced (Sarang my Everything) @antiresolution @fleuresins @amoresins (Layla) @tewwor (Circe) @ofgentleresolve (Myungdae) @antiromantlc (Min)

#셋 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐀 / the immortal. #셋 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐀 / headcanons.

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   Huntress,

   2024, February 14th. Unsent letter to Sarang.

I walked by the edge of the mortal and immortal realms. Quests, obsessions, delusions, that, for as long as my endless days have been haunting me, have known no salvation, no redemption. To perish. All I ever wished for was to be buried to the ground. For the grand, violent, merciless death of Thanathos and Moros to turn me into ashes. It all changed, when you found me again.

The sound of your arrows rattling against the cold of my blade echoes in the core of the night, a vibration in the crystal of my bones, the awakening of a passion that burnt inside me through the centuries. Do I renounce, surrender to what I have been chasing for 600 years : the wish to never feel alive. You make me feel alive. Alive, when the black blood of my iron veins tremble to the sound of your velvet voice, to the warmth of your core, to the darkness of your eye. I do not wish to break your heart, Adored, yet I am aware these irrational desires of mine, the prayers for my own end - I aware of the doubts and the trouble is rises within you. They follows us, the shadows of my own madnesses, they're running aft'er Us. I myself broke my own heart, Beloved, realizing I never learned how to live outside of the idea that death would be better than any of this.

I am scared. I must admit. Scared to accept this immortality and acknowledge that I became this monstrosity my own blood made of me. Have my crusade been in vain? Have the lives I took, the generations of underworld creatures I exterminated... was all this loss in vain? I tainted the colors of my soul, sold it to the depths of hell, for a mortality that will never be mine? I attempted to grieve, for many years, to grieve this dream of lying still, lifeless. And then I see you, and this pain I have been holding onto, it vanishes. How selfish can I remain, if I deny this second chance the Olympians have given me, the chance of sharing the rest of this immortality with You.

Will you keep me in your soul?

Along with the rivers of guts and blood that have washed over my martial hands and my serpentine coils?

Will you hold my wrath in the palms of your tender hands? Will you treat oh so gently the madness that poison my viscera?

I was a coward, running away after the Grand War in the 18th century. I was a coward, disappearing from your sight after our truce in the 19th century, I was a coward, escaping after reuniting with you in San Francisco in the 20th century. A coward : I do not wish to be one any longer. In the nights I must suffer from your absence, I remember the tips of your fingers against the timidity of my neck and I pray, to my Mother Hecate, to forgive me and I beg, for all my punishments to crease, and I beg, for You.

Will you spend another eternity with me?

⠀⠀⠀⠀An unsent letter to @mythvoiced. From Calista.

#셋 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐀 / the immortal. #셋 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐀 / diary. #mythvoiced #It's a Valentines day surprise! #FIRST OF ALL #My favorite terrorist girlfriends I'm giggling they're so hihihi <33 It's Sarangista they're EPIC and BEAUTIFUL and so dear to me #I havent written Calista in a very long time BUT she's still one of my most cherished creation my sad little immortal #AND MMMMM. Sarang is her salvation and I think Calista feels immense pain due to not successing in wanting to die #But she feels even more pain still thinking about Death when she's with Sarang #Hence why she always disappears because Sarang makes her feel so alive and shes terrified #Being alive and not wanting to die anymore means taking action for all the war crimes she did #But she thinks of eternity with Sarang and she feels so Light.. Like that's all she wants EEP but is she worthy to have it? #LOVE THEM LOVE THEM LOVE THEM #Also this is an unsent letter so .. hehehe ;)

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𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐀, 𝐒𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐆 & 𝐀 𝐂𝐀𝐁𝐈𝐍 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐎𝐎𝐃𝐒. with. @mythvoiced “Huntress. I will be turning 600 years old. I believe the only way to celebrate is in your presence. I have found a cabin in the woods, a perfect place for peace and a hunt. Would you come with me?

#𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒊𝒔𝒉 𝒎𝒆 𝒐𝒇𝒇 𝒊 𝒄𝒂𝒏'𝒕 𝒃𝒆𝒂𝒓 𝒕𝒐 𝒔𝒆𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒔𝒖𝒇𝒇𝒆𝒓. ── calista & sarang. #Nyanyanya #This is how i see in my head for them going away for a retreat #I apologize it's not Sarang's actual FC but since they're both brunettes and the angles a little from afar I felt like it works #Obsessed with them #셋 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐀 / the immortal. #셋 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐀 / interactions.

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𝟓 𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐒 𝐑𝐄𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐎𝐅 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄

Calista, the Immortal.

A collection of classical and metal music, symbolizing the key moments of Calista's lore and life along with pieces of her thoughts.

i - Isle of Wight - The Witch.

Princess Ui Sun of the Joseon Dinasty, in the 14th century. Revoked times when she was still human, before she turns into Calista, the monster.

"My beauty is praised, from the core of the Mountains to the edge of Meadow, in dawns and sunsets. Lines and Pools of Begging Souls, Empty Hearts and Unknown Faces I despise the carnation of. They bow at my feet, cover me in presents I did not request for. My name at the tip of their tongue rolls carefully yet, is carelessly thrown in some foolish adoration and a weak submission. This beauty of mine became theirs by simply praying to it, buying it. Princess Ui Sun, Soon to become Queen of the Qing Dinasty. A title I did not wish for."

ii - Hall Of The Mountain King - Apocalyptica.

The Lamia awakening, after a ritual performed by the Witches of Sihege. Princess Ui Sun is no more, only the beast remains. Calixtus Orion aka Calista, Daughter of Hecate, the Lamia, is born.

"What have they done to me? I have it. The hunger for blood and flesh, I crave it, I kill for it. It torns my limbs, twists my organs, overwhelms my senses, obsesses my mind and I crawl, I crawl like a serpent, like a beast in the night, in the forest, in the dark. I seize it, my first, second, hundredth prey and I feast. Bones cracking under my claws, under my fangs as I tear and rip them apart and open. I eat, I devour and I cry and I scream. What have they done to me?"

iii - Rex tremendae - Wofgang A. Mozart.

Calista as a commandant in War, in the 19th century. The very first battles of in the War Against the Witches, for revenge. Turning the mortal and immortal realms upside and down.

"The Art of War. I watch my armies of vampires and ghouls, the passion, the fever, one that bleeds from my heart to feed their minds, as I stand, in Pride, at the top of the hill, at the birth of an era. It is truly art, a canvas I am written in history. To watch the bodies dance through the blood and the blades. My soul is filled with a rage and hunger I wish for the world of Tomorrow to never cease tasting. I, the traitor of the Night will soon, seize the day.

iv - Gnossienne n° 3 - Erik Satie.

Calista after losing the War, 50 years later in the 20th century. Suicidal Madness has taken her. Hidden, away from whom would want to capture her as the War Criminal she has become.

"Death will not seize me. I have tried to cut my head with a saw more than I could count. I do feel the pain. My own bone breaking in a bath of black blood. It is only pleasure to me as I see closer and closer to my end. My head hits the ground and rolls, rolls, rolls. I can see it, the body, falling onto the ground, I smile and rest my eyes. It is a small death. It grows back however, the head and when I re open my eyes, I can feel my body again, attached as the previous skull remains in a corner. They don't rot, they simply aren't inhabited anymore. I have a hundred of these, my heads, in the castle gardens."

v - Vermillion - Slipknot

Calista as shareholder of the RLC company, in the 21st century. Living among the humans, in search of new powers to fight the Gods, defeat Immortality all together. "The only curse I have known was this eternal life. It ends now. No longer trapped I want to feel. It is not only my own Immortality that I will end but all Immortality. I will take back to the Gods what they have stolen from me. The Choice. The Choice to live, the Choice to die. the choice to never bare such an existence. It shall be under my command now that their gentle little eternal lives end. I only need the power, that one power I have been seeking for centuries now. I can smell it in these modern times, birthing. It shall be mine to collect. Soon."

tagged by : @ofgentleresolve @tewwor @rippleofwords (Thank you my loves)

tagging : @mythvoiced (Sarang my Everything) @serpentainted (Beryl) @solitvrs @fleuresins @amoresins (Mari) @antiromantlc @tvsteoftrvgedy (They have the same eras eep ) @eclavigne @jeoseungsaja (Saja) @antiresolution @yuelianghua

#Calista's lore is a whole rollercoaster #I am extremely proud of this playlist I will be honest #It's Intensity it's Sorrow it's Pain it's Madness it's Grand it's Calista #Realizing I haven't put Lacrimosa I'm just- #Lacrimosa would have been the 6th - Calista drinking bottled blood in 2143 watching the world crumble as she she started the apocalypse #Ferre asked for Quinn and I will do Quinn after Calista #Maybe I will do Ilana too I will see #I don't know who was tagged SO I'm just tagging whoever crosses my mind and whom im sure hasn't done it #셋 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐀 / the immortal. #셋 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐀 / headcanons.

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things said with the number of your choice please! xD surprise us!

#30 THINGS YOU SAID UNDER THE STARS. FROM THINGS YOU SAID ⬩ Still accepting.

"I for many centuries have believed Time has been the greatest enemy of mine, as I longed for a death no mortal, no creature, no god would grant me. All became a twisted embodiment of my immortality, a mirror I did not wish to look into the eyes of. And so I have killed. All. I have killed them all. Exterminated. Massacred. Desperately seeking release in the pleasure of punishment. I wished watching the blood flow, bathing in it, would have filled the cold of this void within me. I wanted to punish you too, Earl. Oh to slice your neck has haunted many of my nights. But I know. I do know now. As I am no longer a creature of denial and delusion, my true enemy has always been myself. It never was you." The night is silent. Her piercing golden eyes watching through the wide open from-ceiling-to-floor windows as the lights inside are turned off, only the moon dancing in a clear sky decorated of stars. She steps outside, on the balcony of marble and stones, the curtains singing in the wind. The view on the city appears unexpectedly soothing for the Lamia, empty of these little ants of mortals in the streets, only the lights and the constellations. It reminds her of the calm of the forest. Her hand holding a glass of sirens blood, bringing it to her lips as her eyes remain stuck on the horizon, her free fingertips resting down the cold railing. "You and I never been apart, I cannot quite understand how nor why." There is a smile on her usual expresionless features, her head, kept high in her white suit. "I first believed it would be my curse to remain alone and I wholehearly embraced it, my fate in all its glory, as desastrous as it is. To be alone is the cowards peace, to never connect my existence to any other in order for it to be easier to suppress. I remember you by my side ever since my first massacre in this little village, the witches of the sea. I remember you by my side as I was dripping of madness and blood of the Moonlake Knights, euphoric of my first battles. I shall remember you by my side right now, in these modern times. Will you still be here, then, when I never die, as you keep my rotting soul within the palms of your gloved hands?" Her eyes look down, sligthly, the white of her silken hair caressed by the moonlight. "This sirens blood is getting to me. I can hear their voices in my head." She whispers in a scoff, a slow shake of the head. "I should go and lay down."

#셋 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐀 / the immortal. #셋 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐀 / interactions. #THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR SENDING AAAAH #I love when you let me choose hehehehe #I'm writing this piece of modern times :) 2023 Vine and Cali - perhaps after a day of human watching #A Calista acknowledging she's not furious at him for what happened during the war - she doesn't consider it a betrayal anymore #She doesn't - because she sees that no matter what alliances were made they stayed friends #It could have been due to her solding her soul LOL - but when I think about it she doesnt truly need it - she could have walked #Away - similarly to him who doesn't abuse any of his power on her soul - he could simply put it in a box and forget about it #So yeah she finds significance in them still marching together til this day #She says it out loud for the first time ... she's embarassed tho

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* aesthetic builder! . . fill in with either a. your character’s favorite or b. what describes your character best.  / tagged by @kamipyre / tagging @rippleofwords @mythvoiced (Sarang) @eclavigne @jeoseungsaja (I would love to see Saja's oh my god)

#셋 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐀 / the immortal. #셋 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐀 / headcanons. #Added one for Calista because I'm obsessed with her #Her element is a cold fire #Also her fashion sense is superior to me she is a lot of black and blues and when I write her that's the palette I feel like her words have #There is something very cold about her very sinister around her yet oddly Calming #Her color palette changes to gold yellow and red when she snaps and turns into the beast she can be #However - on the daily basis #if you sit down to have a conversation with her she is extremely serene and carry herself calmly

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FOR @ECLAVIGNE ⬩ 26 FEBRUARY 2023 ⬩  MIDNIGHT

In the heart of the night, the core of winter, the wind was cold, made of ice. The trees and leaves, dancing under the breeze as the lamia was standing still, only these white locks of hers floating around her frame like Medusa. Calixtus Orion. The Witch Killer, Traitor of the Night. Her name and her titles were on the lips and fangs of every single creature of the night in 19th century during the Great War against the Witches and the Order of the Knights. Fierce and feared, she was a conquerant. Two centuries have passed then, with its battles, its sorrows, its peaces and pains. Hasn't she lost her mind after the great defeat - cutting her own head, slicing her own flesh and limbs with her own sword she kept on pulling from her shadows, over and over, for a hundred nights of red moon say the tales. Desperate. Humiliated. Damned to live with the weight of her mere existence. It's just Calista now. Many would have thought the 12th daughter of Hecate did give up on her quests and journeys however, at the dawn of the 21st century, her thirst for new battles were now running under her skin. The unexpected have made its way to modern times. New powers she has witnessed from Sons and Daughters of the Gods who got reincarnated among the humans. It became part of a new plan of hers : to steal the said powers and use these them to fulfill her ultimate goal : her end. To achieve that, she was ready to open the doors of Hell again. Vine. She often thinks of the Ruler himself. Could he be an ally, again? Certain not. Her hatred for a man who enslaved her soul and made a fool out of her TWICE was still burning, even 200 years later. It wasn't his help she would ask for tonight, no, but something completely degrading : to finally work for him. Ugh. The vampiric creature she was had no choice, in order to carry on her new obsessions she had to reconnect with the World of the Night , the one she has rejected like her own skin. She needed to walk down the underworld realms again, to re open these doors, to be aware of what was happening among the creatures of fires and eveil, to see if the new generations of Witches have rebuilt themselves after the massacre she orchestred, to taste the waters and wonder if the ghouls and vampires were still oh so fond of her.. or Not. It did take her days and days before finally accepting that : yes she had to summon him, the King, and so she does, at the top of this hill she was standing on. A call the lamia knew he would answer. In her black attire, she feels him, in her back and a smirk is drawn on her lips, her fang showing, as nontchalently she looks above her shoulder.

"Vous, ici?"

All languages could be spoken in between the two hellish beings, languages from both the earthling realms and the underworld ones as they mastered all of them. Her choice was always inspired by one of their adventures. French, for the in 1845, from the Atlantic lands of the French coasts to the Eurasian mountains for the as a new race of Blood Witches was birthed among the humans - They, of course, exterminated the entire line to the womb. Have she changed? Her skin remained untouched, immaculate, undamageable. Her hair however, turning more and more white as she was becoming more and more powerful through her blood empowerment. And her eyes, these golden orbs of hers, telling a different story, heavier, darker. Vine met her when she was 400 years old only, the lamia freshly turned 600 this year.

"My My. Greedy for my presence, are we? Do not tell me you have missed my fangs and claws in such unbearable ways you would come and get me like this, Demon? How Scandalous."

It was one of her usual games, out of playfulness, to pretend she did not just summon him. Her signature smirk on her lips as the lamia slowly turned around, her sharp eyes examinating him, standing face to face. There were only two creatures Calista considered her equals in these realms, and well, Vine was one of them. That was the most infuriating part, to her, how despite his betrayals and her constant day dreams about killing him, they would always and constantly end up side by side. Which, in a anti logical and twisted Calista way, meant she respected him.

"I have thought of your offer, Earl. The one presented to me on our last encounter in the meadows near rivers of my own blood. The atmosphere in your offices must feel terribly monotonous without a presence as delightful as mine. It is about time I explore new playgrounds, don't you believe? I'm taking the job. Take me there. Show me what you have. "

#I love love love trying anime fc for this verse #Kiss Shot is the character I based Calista on so it's SUCH a pleasure #Also I'm kinda into them #Besties :) #A sleepover with Vine and Calista be war crimes and horse riding <3 #Laughing at my own comments that's enough #셋 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐀 / the immortal. #셋 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐀 / interactions.

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POST - IT NOTE

"These days have been tender, Earl. Your world in these times stands far from what I have built in my imagination. A part of me, deep down perhaps, wished to have belonged in the dreams of a life you have offered and promised by taking my soul. My inner demons however, cannot remain silent in the night. I must pursue my journey, I must find my Graal. Until we see each other again. Calista."

   Note left by Calista on Vine's boat by the table she was always sitting by to watch the sea.

#셋 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐀 / the immortal. #셋 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐀 / interactions. #HI THANK YOU FOR ALWAYS SENDING ME THINGS <33 #Yess I pictured Calista diving into her stay in that place he takes her to #But we know homegirl likes to disappear and be on her own #And so she leaves with a note

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 calista :    immaculate.

#셋 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐀 / the immortal. #셋 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐀 / visuals.

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⠀⠀⠀⠀calista : traitor of the night.​​

“The night is our Mother. She has birthed us in the way she desired. I refused to bow, refused to surrounder, refused to submit to her will. It has been chanted, the tales of an unreachable power to bend Mother’s Rules. That one power stands in between Us, and the Gods. It’s always the Witches that are rummored of having it, passing it in the shadows. Yet was unable to find The Ones. With such power, I could reverse it, the immortality. A power that could alter the mere core of creatures existence and crumble the entire hierarchy of the Night. I’ve lead armies. We’ve massacred generations of them, Witches of the Sea, of the Meadow and of the Mountains. It was a journey for the damned. Walking by my side made them, by association, traitors of the Night."

#셋 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐀 / the immortal. #셋 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐀 / headcanons.

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With Calista.

peace or war?  /  sun or stars?  /  flowers or trees?  /  crescent moon or full moon?  /  streets or skyscrapers?  /  rooftops or balconies?  /  ink or glitter?  /  life or death?  /  order or chaos?  /   candle or bonfire?  /  ocean or sky?  /  leather or silk?  /  sweet or sour?  /  overstimulation or understimulation?  /  book or letter?  /  soft or coarse?  /  fight or flight?  /  spoken or written?  /  silver or gold?  /  playing cards or tarot cards?  /  circles or angles?  /  cramped or vast?  /  checkers or chess?

tagged by: @mythvoiced (Lov U) tagging: @eclavigne @tvsteoftrvgedy @mythvoiced (Sarang I have to tag Sarang everywhere), @theimpalpable (Nae-Gil)

#Lena using Patrick's 2D made me want to use Calista's 2D #What I like with that is the accuracy of Calista - her hair her eyes her fangs her mad eyes #Yes she likes war - We Have Been Knew #As for anything written - yes she likes words written better than voiced out because even though she has eloquence #There are many things she dosn't know how to express with her voice #Also flowers or trees was a fun question - yes I don't think Calista is sensitive to flowers beauty but she likes the forest #She likes vast spaces like the forest too - the sky - views from above like skyscrapers and roofs #셋 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐀 / the immortal. #셋 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐀 / headcanons.

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  calista:   white.

#셋 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐀 / the immortal. #셋 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐀 / visuals.

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  headcanon:   calista, a villain?

Calista is the villain it just strikes me now. Responsible of Naeun's endless misery, great enemy of the Knights Order in the 19th century, Witches exterminator, ruining the flow of Time, currently after Hyukjae's powers.

#셋 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐀 / the immortal. #셋 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐀 / headcanons. #if anybody needs their muse parents murdered she's here for that #realizing that when plotting with xia

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For the infamous Queen of the Night, Daughter of Hecate, Sovereign of the Ghouls, and Witch Killer to end in prison - How Ironic. The day of Calixtus Orion's arrestation made history in the world of the Night. Celebrations accross the material and immortal realms thrown, towns covens and villages brought back to life - while her Council, her Armies of vampires and other servitors have, just like her, been arrested, locked, damned. It took weeks for the Mothers of all Covens, the King of Hell and the Immortal Knights of the Moonlake Order to decide which establishment Calista should been locked in awaiting for her trial. An establishment where even the gods powers were magically cut, ineffective. "A mistake. Magically restrained is not enough for a criminal like of her calibre. We will all regret it, sooner or later." Spoke Mother Yokhulan, the Grand Priestess of Yatsugatake - yet a line the Moonlake Order's first knight decided to contest and still agree Calista should reside here, in this retreat for the time being. Wasn't the Mother Witch always right with her foreseeing? Perhaps they all should have listened to her. Her first days at the facility passed, slow, empty as Calista's head does nothing but spiraling into despair. Her war made history and became one of the biggest and most admired croisade one has lead in the eyes of her fanatics and followers who were still waiting for her on her outside., Yet in her eyes? An humiliation to have been stopped before reaching her goal : to find the power that could end her immortality and terminate herself. In the facility obviously the word spread that the war criminal would sit among the other minor deities being punished, just as well. Funny she thought, for them to be Oh so scandalised and fearful of her when truly, their powers are quite frankly on the same level. Calista is no Goddess but a Daimoness only, her real weapon is her intellect. If her reputation built from her manic laughters echoing from the hills of her battles, it is her mind one should be careful about. It's only a matter of time before she cracks the code of her way out, her escape, the only thought keeping the Lamia's head alive. As usual in the afternoons, she is sitting away from her group as they stand meters away in the grass. She is thinking. Watching. Observing. From an outside point of view there is nothing more sinister than the pale skinned blood manipulating creature, with her white immaculate hair and perfectly straight spine, staring in nothingness for hours without a bink, the palms of her hands on her knees. Every single peace of her brain is constantly running, going through all the possible scenarios until finding the perfect one to escape, her thin and sharp nails still, even though they haven't lacerated a neck in a very long time - she misses that. A presence is felt by her side, on that bench in the outside gardens, one that seems to take place right besides her. Perhaps the only other soul who ever addressed a word to Calista since her arrival : Love. The lamia clearly isn't the most social creature yet she appreciates the other's company, finding her smarter and more interesting than the rest of the convincted ones here. They have lunch together sometimes. Not that Calista can absorb anything besides blood and flesh, she simply watches Love eat in silence. Came conversations later down the road, of their tales, interesting ones. Their mutual wish to get out of here has been shared too, perhaps the birth of an alliance. "Have you been assigned to the displeasure of being my partner for the next grass sitting and emotional sing along? I should have tried killing myself a little harder." It is the Lamia's very own way of debasing and mocking the activities offered by the place. To "rehabilate" them, oh what a joke. As if exploring her inner bucolic self would stop her from remaining a mass murderer once out. "I must warn you though." Calista speaks, her head mechanically orientating to the side to catch the other's eyes, a cynical pinch to her lips. "I do not hold hands."

            for @dollypardonne

#셋 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐀 / the immortal. #셋 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐀 / interactions. #✶ 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 / 20th century. on the run. #BAD GIRLS<3333333 #CRIMINALS<3333333

[uroborosymphony]

Their time, being endless, does feel suspended whenever Calista basks in Sarang's presence ; in Sarang's voice. Time is counted. Time is singular. Time is running out. Is it how it feels, to feel alive? To be alive? This silent fear is grabbing her by the throat, this rush, this need for a moment with her to never end, praying for it to remain inifite, one she wishes to exist in as long as she can. The lamia's pull towards the huntress was undeniable, the constant seek of her eyes to connect with, the silent dreams of her touch. Was it real? A reality anchoring Calista in ways she never thought she would be, her desire to die fading slowly. There was something running under her skin, electrifying, a state the Lamia hasn't felt in centuries, from before she turns into an apocalypse bringer from the seven hells. A smile lingers on Calista's lips as the other's words find their way to her soul. Her features that are usually so cold and stern and harsh, now wear a shy, demure, genuine smile - Calista's rare bliss and desire - as she wanted more and more even though she did not know how to fully express herself when it came to something as gentle and pure, as these pieces of intimacy shared with Sarang. Her wrists now in the other's fingers, the Lamia's skin in leaning into Sarang's touch, craving for it. Came a slow laughter from Calista's lips as her huntress does mention the place she hit her in. "Mmm have I?" Calista replies in a whisper - perhaps amused, fascinated by how grand violence from each other turned into such care now. And she listens, to every single word landing, her golden eyes following her hand guided through Sarang's skin. It felt almost innocent, the shivers under Calista's fingers tips, caressing the huntress' temple before leading to her throat, to her heart. Every single piece of her is a gift, wrapped with words that have never been adressed to the Lamia before. And at this words, of devotion, Calista's smile keeps on growing as her lips are pressed together. The creature's heartbeat was usually monotonously slow, dormant, like a serpent, even in moments of manic madness, there was a terrifying and cold calmness to her. It only was Sarang's words and touch that could make her entire heart and veins and soul race in this frantic way, only.

"All the places I have hit you made me feel you in ways no other soul has. I was possessive, in my violence, I did not want any other sword to cut your skin as deep if not mine. I did not want any other soldier I encountered to make me shiver the way you have." First answers Calista, her fangs digging into her bottom lip. "To penetrate your layers with my rage only lead to me, on this day, to adore every inch of your skin, my Renagade and Runaway." Calista's voice echoes timidly, her fingers then tightening over Sarang's chest, her desire for her building,on each spoken word that felt like a confession. Words she never imagined herself speaking as she closes the distance between their, even more than it already was, her body slightly pressed against hers.

"I think... I have for the first time, devoted myself too. I offered a piece of my dead soul to Life, as I saw Life through you. To the point of wanting to celebrate my day of birth with you... It must be." Her eyes are intense never leave Sarang's. "I will admit, I don't quite understand what it is that's taking over me, Huntress. " Calista adds, her fingers then moving down Sarang's side, cascading down her waist and hips to reach for her hand to hold. "I simply know that you offering me yourself, body and soul, only makes me want to explore you in ways the Gods wouldn't approve of." The lamia then states, her fingers lacing with Sarang's, the other now exploring Sarang's jaw to cheekbone, seizing the base of her neck, watching her still. "Let's take the road now? I wish to open on this earth the deepest hells, but before that, I don't want anything to disturb my heavens in the forest with you."

CONTINUTION FROM HERE. ft. @mythvoiced

#𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒊𝒔𝒉 𝒎𝒆 𝒐𝒇𝒇 𝒊 𝒄𝒂𝒏'𝒕 𝒃𝒆𝒂𝒓 𝒕𝒐 𝒔𝒆𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒔𝒖𝒇𝒇𝒆𝒓. ── calista & sarang. #Opening and ending pride month with Calistarang #The homoerotism has never been so strong #AND I LOVE IT #ITS THE WAY SARANG TALKS TO CALISTA AND CALISTA IS A LITTLE TIMID BECAUSE SHES NOT USED TO IT #AND SHE'S SMILING #I love Calista with Sarang because she's so gentle and careful #Imagine them in a wood cabin together going for hunts #It couldn't get more gay #셋 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐀 / the immortal. #셋 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐀 / interactions.

[uroborosymphony]

Calista vs. Quinn.

Her bio. Her tag.

Calista can actually be "softer" than Quinn and that's fascinating to me. Calista's coldness and lack of empathy comes from a grand grand despair. Despite her cruelty, her war crimes, she does know herself, every single corner of her mind, she is not blinded, she owns it. If she cares - she will care, period. She doesn't oscillate. She's constant. Ride with her, she will ride with you.

Her bio. Her tag.

As for Quinn, I do feel like the splits in her mind will make her do things her core would have never done. She won't be in control for too long and could end up harming and regretting, even people who are close to her, she could betray, lose herself as she doesnt have a good grip on what she's made of and how she's turning into everything she hated in her mother : unstable, not so trust worthy.

#𝒍𝒚𝒏𝒏𝒊𝒆 𝒔𝒑𝒆𝒂𝒌𝒔. ── about muses and verses. #𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒏𝒔. ── quinn the vigilante. #𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒏𝒔. ── calista the immortal. #I love watching the differences between the two as they are my main verses #Also yes they are both crazy fine But in different ways #Calista is Eren - I found it - she's on Eren level #셋 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐀 / the immortal. #둘 𝐀𝐑𝐀 𝐉𝐔𝐍𝐆 / the vengeress.