[PQ] souls of exquisite taste

DEIMOS And in your darkest hour, I hold secrets flame His eyes caught the blush – and were she Attuned, there could have been any number of things he could have presented and taunted through the connection. Instead, he arched his brow and silently mouthed busted over his shoulder, while grabbing the rest of his things, while ensuring the rest of their task was complete. He didn’t care, really, about which entanglements she threaded herself through – it was her business – but vengeance was a petty little thing he’d never quite learned to let go of, even in the notions of amusement. His gaze didn’t return to Sunjata though; that study and scrutiny could come at another time. Afterwards, everything was declared a success, finished – a nod towards Jigano, Sunjata, and Hotaru likewise. “You are welcome,” though he wasn’t truly certain what other fabric choices or alterations he’d ever make in his garb, but he could always put in an order for someone else. A wave after they tidied up was granted, and he was on his way again. master of nothing place; of recoil and grace