”They’re good for you.” The wide-eyed girl blinked over the edge of the bed before rising on her toes. Charcoal scars were stark against her rice paper white skin, and Kyako’s serpentine eyes shifted from the small leech to the young girl’s face.
Andrea Davion sat up, her brow furrowing slightly at the sight of the slimy black invertebrate stuck on her forearm. “Why do you keep doing this?”
“I told you. They’re good for you.” The shrine maiden stretched her seven year old self to reach the lamp on the bedside table. “You’ll sleep better now and cease the screaming that upsets Setsy.”
Omg I love your FACE. I miss you. I love you. Be mine 4ever?
…you had to ask?!
”Blissful,” Aria sighed.
Linden snorted. “This,” and she gestured around herself to her home.
”…unseen.” Tabitha said calmly.
A sly smirk touched Capricia’s lips. “Enthralling.”
”Content,” Vivienne managed, a wistful smile on her face.
Kyako arched a brow. “Alive.”
”…noticed,” Sachiko responded with a low mutter.
Kei perked up with a grin. “Same!”
”Oh my gods, speedy, you need to make this like… every damn day.”
”Lin, you’re getting frosting everywhere.”
”…low-cut leather vest, speedy. Chocolate crumbs? Whipped frosting? You can’t be that den- Ohhellsyesyou’renot…”
Turning it over in her hands, she compressed her lips into a thin line, shifting her gaze to the soot-stained man who stood uneasily at the very edge of the parlor carpet. His eyes remained on the nap of the elaborately woven rug, and when Nora Campbell cleared her throat, he exhaled slowly.
“You’re certain this was all that you found?”
“And you’ve found nothing else?”
“Then what are you doing here?” Her voice sharpened, hand clenching around the pendant which showed neither a mark of fire nor a chip or scuff of damage. “Why are you not in Lion’s Arch this instant finding my daughter?!”
“Madam, you said to return to you with any evi-“
“That does not answer my question!!” Nora spun, charcoal grey skirt hems flaring to flash the eyelet lace edging her petticoats, and hurled the ornate pendant at the Vetrov guard. With his jaw tensing, the man neither ducked nor flinched when it pinged uselessly off of his breast plate. Dark eyes shifted down to the trinket lying at his feet, and without a word, he leaned down to pick it up. A deep bow was directed towards the thin-faced woman who gave a haughty sniff, and he turned, halting immediately to avoid tripping over the wall-eyed maid clutching a card in one hand.
“What is it, Marie? What do you want?” The lady Campbell’s voice rose in pitch, sharpening as she directed her gimlet glare to the now-quaking woman.
“M…Ma-Madam… a… a Leours is h-here to s-see you…”
Nora’s brows arched slightly, her chin tucking in as she stretched her neck slowly. “…that will be all, Tiodoro,” she said, flicking a hand towards the silent guard. “Marie, show in… which Leours is it?”
“T-The C-Count, madam.”
Had the smile been directed towards the maid, the woman knew she would have fled immediately and possibly not halted in her tracks until she reached at least… oh say… Rata Sum. It was predatory, precise and had a great emphasis on teeth and the height of cheekbone that threw Nora Campbell’s eyes into slanting prominence. If there’d been a satisfied purr in the room, Marie wouldn’t have been surprised in the slightest. Her throat worked as she swallowed very, very quietly, easing a step back.
“The Count Leours? Please, show him in immediately, and do bring up a tea tray.”
It’s all I see moving through Lion’s Arch, and when I let it come to me, it responds.
The hissing screams of krait when they burn… I can spur them to cry more loudly than those they have made weep. Aetherblades have the air in their lungs to shriek higher than the children they’ve left orphaned. Even the charr who claim to be of the Flame Legion burn.
Everything will burn.