There is no such thing as a paradise without a glass foundation. Let my work speak for itself and we'll see who complains about peace in the long run. #PVRP
- inherently wrong sapphires, but rather a beautiful, bright sky blue shine that rivals only the light golden tint of her hair.
"So, this Sendra cuntess.. She your girlfriend, your sister, or both?"
The room spins around in her head like a clock turning back time. Aitez splits, one minite listening, one minute cracking, laughing until her eyes streak and her hair frays. Zyn's laughter is joy. Hers? It's.. hard to say.
'It's always about her.. ALWAYS. Why do I ever bother?'-
- mistakes. A chance to sever all connections you have with the DeMocra bloodline. And it only takes ... one ... blood drop..."
*He lifted his free right hand, a long and sharp ice stalactite forming at the tip of his index finger.*
"Any further questions? Hmhmhmhm..."
you want a clone of me, and you think my blood is the reality-warping good shit, mhm?" Tick tick tock tock, click go the gears back in place. Oh, stress does wonders on her, doesn't it?
Aitez lifts her head up, both eyes narrowing neither normal indigo nor inherently -
-but it's gone. She sees her hands flicker and doesn't understand why, but knows she has a split second to show him the door again, that fury burning away for a brief moment of pleading. She mouths the word, "please" and points to the green button again. Before vanishing -
And she also knows he wouldn't have brought her here if he could break her ki guard and stop her from combining and essentially shattering her blood into crystals. He wants this willingly or with her as a corpse for dissection.
"We both know I'm not walking out of here. Might-