❝ Give me one reason not to cut you to ribbons. ❞
⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀orin the red. chosen of the absolute, chosen of bhaal. bhaalspawn. ships unlikely but w/ chem. era flexible. adult themes ahead. another by #ᴘᴇɴᴇᴍᴜᴇʟ
RT?
a snap of the changelings teeth was followed by a scowl, empty eyes staring at the elf.
“you’d condemn my artistry, my devotion to the dread lord by diminishing it to such a statement? to kill, just to kill? a blessing bathed in blood, luxury in the highest form!”
It involves /you/, which means it most certainly involves me tearing it down.
Perhaps I’ll fashion his bones into a crown, his skin into a cape. Your king of viscera, just for you!
(⠀*⠀instinctively they want to deny her words. caligeus cares about her, loves her. he's stated that on multiple occasions.
however. . . it's difficult to ignore the thought, especially since she's had them herself. she knew that he planned to return to his kingdom,
he’s so weak, why delude yourself?
( the image of caligeus paced around them, the voice a whisper )
when he leaves to his country, what will become of you? you’re a mere entertainment. a protection. you think he cares, truly?
(⠀*⠀their expression remains neutral, even as the fake caligeus looks upon them; knowing orin's games all too well at this point.⠀⠀)
it would still be a firm 'no'.