Her hand clenching into a white-knuckled fist at her side as her frame subtly seethes. The Faltine is trying to bury her loss deep beneath the surfaceโbut like Doom said, it's all too fresh.
"Leave. Before I forget my duties and remember how much I enjoy hurting arrogant men."
"Hardly my intention to add salt to those fresh wounds, but to hear that you owe me one is music to my ears."
Doom letting out a rare yet sly chuckle beneath his iron mask.
"My uncle is currently has his hands full within the Dark Dimension. His whereabouts are monitored, and entirely under my jurisdiction as Sorcerer Supreme. You don't have to worry about him."
Her outer appearance was human enoughโa simple blouse, dark trousers, silver-white hair cascading over her shoulders. Beneath the terrestrial surface lay Faltine biology,
where a human body hummed with blood and bone, (+)
(He pours two spoons of sugar in her cup, the radar sense pulsed temporarily providing a monochromatic, wire mesh visual of the world. His nose picked up her perfume and his ears picks up the steady rhythm of her heart.)
"About as good as I can be. Been laying low for a while."
Two sugars. Thank you.
I'm doing... alright I guess. The Sanctum has felt awfully empty ever since Stephen was gone. It doesn't get many visitors anymore. How about yourself?