Not a word would come from him. White, dead like eyes staring down at her, his expression blank.
But with that lack of emotion, a hand would reach for her hair and gently touch them.
Those hands that tore many apart now caressed her gently.
An action that spoke volumes about-
Maybe so.
Maybe she was a weapon, an instrument to be used as he wished. And she let him.
She let him.
He wasn't Mavado or Daegon, he wasn't Red Dragon. Far from it. Yet, she was wrapped around Haviks finger like a ring. Silence bathes her, resting her head on his arm quietly.
@HEAVENS_NlGHT Sometimes she has to let it all out. But her other, personal commitment to her family was also important.
But to him, Sophie was his weapon. His instrument of chaos.
A tool of destruction, but one he absolutely adored...
He just couldn't find the right words ro express them.
Well, it's not that she's rejecting the gesture. On the contrary, she appreciates it; It's something of his, but she wouldn't feel appropriate using something of his.
A symbol of his chaos.
She, all things considered, is horrified of her feelings.
It's not like he is going to admit anything... That is not his style.
Instead, he is going to act like they are detached when in fact he isn't.
Why? Because he is a living contradiction.
And if she wants to hand over his own Morning Star... He wouldn't mind that one bit.
Allegiance.
That's what that is, isn't it? Not that she'd use it of course, too heavy for her preference; She's got blades in her legs and on her left hand if she needs it. He can keep that morningstar.
"... Yes, yes. I'll be waiting for you, dear.
Just try not to be too late, yes? I must see Hotaru's reaction when you will bring me his master's heart."
"I didn't think you would. This is my test."
Exhale. Outwardly? She's fine. Collected. Calm and stoic Sophie, just how Daegon liked her in their rare exchanges. Inwardly? Oh, her thoughts are a million and one miles a minute.
"Then I'll see you next time, cleric?" If she lives.
Improvising is something she typically does on jobs Mavado gives her, with a few exceptions. This? Logically, she shouldn't take it. Too many risks. Too many things that can go wrong.
But when did she ever fully listen to logic?
"So. I get it and what? Where do we meet?"
Onaga. The legendary dragon king from Outworlds past.
/That's. . . A LOT of faith in her.
I'm not entirely certain I am pierce his skin, much less bone. Not without the right equipment but I suppose even iron fears rot.
/Probably poisoning by him again? She'd need to think.
A test?
/She's temporarily taken back, gaze shifting to look him in the face.
You and your tests. But. . . Sure. Why not. You haven't done me wrong, I doubt that'll change.
Oh, don't you worry about that.
I was actually thinking of how to test your devotion to Chaos. If you are my follower, you shouldn't have any problems.
Do you think you are up for it?
Biding your time or not, I'm just glad you're around.
/Blink. Making a face.
That. . . Come out odd. Not that you being around is bad-- At least I don't think you being around is bad.