I can give you freedom from your guilt with a flick of my wrist
Nephele has always been a more severe individual, but Ludo’s enthusiasm has yet to fail to make her crack a childish smile. Watching the boat tug along, mast cheerily dancing along, Nephele runs her fingers along the rags she wears and doesn’t startle when the deity at last appears in smoky tendrils. The pride on its smooth mask, or perhaps otherwise felt, makes her bloom inside.
Standing as the items are levitated into the air, skin prickling at the easy display of power, the childish smile becomes distinctly sharklike. The Ascended are not the only one with fangs in this war. “I’m ready,” she breathes, nearly vibrating with eager anticipation.
Standing as the items are levitated into the air, skin prickling at the easy display of power, the childish smile becomes distinctly sharklike. The Ascended are not the only one with fangs in this war. “I’m ready,” she breathes, nearly vibrating with eager anticipation.
I can give you death with the look upon my face
