@GoodeKwan โ creatures before her. Every thought sheโd ever had about her grandeur is now completely false, and she is nothing but a writhing, wriggling worm.
โ God help me โ โ She manages to croak out, slowly curling herself into the smallest ball she possibly can.
โ Forgive me, โ
@WithThousxndYng The Priestess pauses. Blinks. S c o w l s.
Quickly, she strides over to the this gorgeous creature and stops a mere inches away, finger pointed accusingly.
โ /Who/ sent you ?! โ
@GoodeKwan โ โ I never said I needed to /prove/ anything, my child. So โ If you please, do make your point and show me this โFatherโ of yours. โ
Despite the venom in her tone, her smile remains ever-radiant and kind.
@GoodeKwan The Priestess pauses, throws a shoulder back almost as if sheโs been shot, then shoots her hand up to her mouth to silence a snort.
โ My apologies. I . . . Iโm afraid my allergies are acting up. โ
She clears her throat, her bemused smirk morphing into a warm smile.
โ
@WithThousxndYng The Mother stares, deadpan, at the beautiful horror before her, finally offering up a friendly smile in return and waving graciously.
โโง weird. i should have taken my antipsychotics today. โงโ She thinks to herself, gaze drifting off to the side.
@GoodeKwan โ Mother takes a seat at her desk, crossing her legs as if to purposefully expose her plump caramel-toned leg. A lace garter with a single dangling gem squeezes her upper thigh, giving Kwan a tantalizing taste of life in the Church.
@GoodeKwan โ all.
She looks from side to side briefly before opening the double doors and making her way into a candlelit room with a four-poster bed, a chaise lounge, and a desk. There are papers littered here and there, hair pins, brushes, makeup, perfumes, butโฆmostly flowers.
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