"Must it be yet another lonesome Valentine's Day for me? I should hope not...perhaps my ideal partner has been here all along and I simply haven't met her yet? Perhaps we have met and have not realized...or perhaps still, she shall arrive when next the Moon blots out the Sun..."

"Tragically, my experience with human interaction leaves me more ready to believe the latter. Although the former would be nice, no matter how intentionally my inclination toward a lack of sunlight may be broadcasted on my part."

"They're either trying not to assume your preferences based on your appearance, or they don't understand someone not liking the same thing as them."

"People always seem so befuddled when they hear I prefer winter over summer. I suppose I just look the part of a gorgeous, spray-tanned swimsuit model so well that it's where their minds go to first."

"Indeed, they did. Although, while I'm not entirely sure how practical this is..." She let her head roll down the length of her arm to catch it in the hand, holding it much like a skull during a monologue in some famous play. "It's not as disorienting as you would think. I suppose my body's been automatically acclimated to being able to handle this sort of thing." The principles upon which Spirale was able to operate were a true wonder sometimes.

"Hah! I'm sure that would be a delightful time for them. But I'd like to have this new form for at least a little longer before inflicting severe cranial trauma upon it." She joked back easily, gripping her head with both hands so she could place it back upon her neck, now attached as if it had never separated.

● "So they made Margaret a dullahan, huh?" Baobhan was naturally a fairy of Gaelic origin, though her 100+ year life had been largely been spent in Britain. There was no expression of surprise as the woman toyed around with her own head. Having preferences that were a touch macabre herself meant that she found those sorts of things intriguing.

"Oh? Couldn't you play football with it? I'm sure you could find some children to play a game with." She gave a little shrug. The Archer was joking of course.

"One of Heaven's newest angels has descended to grace you mortals with her presence. Would any care to dance with her while the ball still goes on?"

While a being of holy light and ethereal beauty wasn't Margaret's typical wheelhouse, her particular choice of representation of the creature was not of the usual sort. (eyes cw)

While facing the judgements of society was not something Margaret was used to having to put up with for some time, she knew well just how dreadful they could be. If people thought poorly of you, the only ones who would let you know were those who thought the MOST poorly of you and were unafraid of what effect it might have on you. People seemed less candid with such critiques when aware the one they were speaking to could so easily end their life, at least in her experience.

"Of course, that is true. I wouldn't be so bold as to deny your feelings on the matter simply because I feel their criticisms are unwarranted in the first place." The simple fact was those things HAD still been said to her, and they'd affected her. Just saying they were wrong doesn't invalidate how she'd coped with everything that had been said.

"Think nothing of it, really! We all need someone willing to hear our lamentations, even if they're a relative stranger."

✦ Whether it was in Sui no Sato or the Source proper, people were judgmental. If someone dressed in a way that was likened to something evil like a cultist or a demon then it was likely they'd be talked about negatively. It was always amusing when one of these people found out that she was the Warrior of Light though.

"I understand your point, but it hardly matters as much these days. Some things are hardly so easy to erase from your heart though." It wasn't a problem that was as common these days now that she was so reputable, but it was still difficult to forget to how she had felt in those moments.

Sincerity, huh? "Often those that are sincere are still put off by my scythe and my powers of the Void, I'm afraid. But I do appreciate those who do think better of me. That said, I don't wish to burden you with my lamenting."

“Such simple cruelties are a specialty of those with sway over our lives, I’ve found. Improved magical affinity sounds fun and quite useful, though! As for me…I think they have a sense of humor and overheard certain mentions of Gaelic folklore in our previous conversation.” One hand lightly gripped the back of her neck and pulled off to one side, taking her head with it. A glowing mist rose from the cleanly-cut neck stump, obscuring any unsightly imagery. She adjusted her grip so she was cradled in her own elbow, looking slightly uncomfortable.

“It’s a good thing this is largely for scaring mortals, because I see very little other practical use for being able to do this.”

● "It's a little cruel to give me a form that doesn't drink blood, isn't it? You just might get me thinking about how my life might have been if I hadn't had to. That said, being an elf isn't all that bad. I can definitely feel an improvement in my magical affinity."

“Well, as someone who doesn’t wish to become an unsightly little creature’s delicious face filet, I could benefit from tracking it down too. Two makes for a rather small hunting party, but we could still make some good headway.”

"as a servant it would be in my best interest to go look for the nest, but it would be beneficial for more than one person to go and search for it."

“If someone could find whatever nest they’re skittering out from, we could certainly do a lot more than just killing whichever ones cross our paths.”

"shouldn't we be doing something about these creatures running about?"

“…It occurs to me that, with my boss gone, I may well need to find another job. Anyone know of somebody in need of a clothing designer, seamstress and/or singer? I also have experience with…pruning the hedges of society. Of course, given the nature of this city that may be difficult to find a position in given the impermanence of such work’s resolution.”

reaper, reaper, that’s what people call me!

The way the other woman talked did paint a clearer picture as to why she saw herself in such a way. A viewpoint more crafted by her own experiences than developed principles of humility. “If something as simple as dressing like you wish would cause others to isolate you, I feel that says at least as much about the company you find yourself in as it does yourself. I hope you find yourself amongst those more accepting here than those before.”

Margaret pursed her lips in a quiet hum. "Those more sincere as well, then?" She didn't take kindly to those who'd unload meaningless words in any capacity, and finding they led to this woman's disillusionment with her own appearance left her irritated toward those responsible. It was less about the woman herself than it was the attitudes of those who'd worn her self-image down so.

✦ Modesty. Was it modesty that prompted her to see herself that way? Perhaps on some level. But it was likely more fundamental than that. "Haha. Where I come from, or at least the place where I grew up, this manner of appearance would likely be scoffed at. It's the style through which I find it best to express myself, but it tends to leave me feeling isolated."

"When it comes to my body... I suppose I'm pretty, but I've been given enough empty compliments from that I don't like to think of myself that way too much." Being the "hero" of your world often meant that all sorts were clamouring to get in your good books, often through empty flattery.

How does she feel about 2AM texts?

send me questions you have about my character!

Unsurprisingly, the woman who goes by Margaret Moonlight is a bit of a night owl. She’s usually still up around then and feeling perfectly awake, so getting either totally unintelligible or “enlightened” texts from people who should’ve conked out three hours prior is entertaining to her, and she’ll often play along.

send me questions you have about my character!

anything and everything. favorites. thoughts on people, on events. what they would do in a certain situation. how things would be different if something had/hadn’t happened. simple questions, complex questions. have at it!

— Tathève Simonyan, Colourless Musings

[text ID: In my corner of the world, killing is a love language.]

It was quite refreshing to have somebody to talk with so much interest in couture. Santa Destroy hadn't at all been known for its high fashion scene- much of her attire in the same vein as her current outfit had been tailored herself. "I'd be happy to model them for you! Whatever would help you get the job done or just have a good time doing it."

Margaret's brows knitted apologetically and she shook her head. "Apologies if that's how I came across. The end of one's life always had the potential to spring upon them every day of my old job, so I've taken to regarding such possibilities with a bit of playfulness. But if there is no such possibility, I suppose it'd be a moot point." One didn't survive long in the business of taking lives without minding their own mortality, unless extreme skill or luck pulled them through. Again the one who'd ended her came to mind.

She deftly stored her drawn weapon away and clapped her hands together once. “Sublime! We can be off whenever you’re ready, then.” As she didn’t have work today, this was the extent of the former assassin’s daily plans. “Oh, one small thing first. Baobhan Sith strikes me as a fine name for both a race and an individual, but if you fancy something besides ‘human’ to address me with, I tend to prefer Margaret Moonlight.” She accompanied her delayed introduction with a curtsy, as the other had done before.

● Baobhan Sith wasn't an especially charitable type, but concessions could be made for people who she saw as kindred spirits. This woman's fashion sense was commendable though. "If you'd like to model them for me when I'm designing them, hmm..." Models that inspired her with their fashion allowed her to create more passionate projects. "Yes, I can work with this arrangement!"

"Flirting with death? I believe you're underestimating me a touch, human. There is nothing in the mists that could intimidate a fairy knight." While many of her techniques were still sealed, she had prioritized having her Servant parameters returned to her. She was more than a match for most now.

Still... "Fine, if you're inviting me then I suppose I don't have any reason to say no." Humans seldom warmed up to her, much less invited her to do anything. If there was something that could be done in the service of her journey of bettering herself, then perhaps befriending a human wouldn't be so bad?

"Yes, it's all true. The moon is haunted, and exploding, and turning red, and gay, and hiding a terrible beast inside it. I know this in my heart, and all of you surely do too."