dull reds was a black divine of a familiar path.
she slowed a red clawed hand onto the hilt of her blade, watchful and vigilantโ a warning to the hunter: that what is once crossed cannot be uncrossed.
kafkaโs aims were too a mystery, as she wagered a prolonged gaze into acheronโs darkened irises. with no physical signaling, she didnโt understand what was accomplished, but that there was an attempt of some kind of tampering.
the vampiric being presented many questions, +
โDestiny encompasses all of existence. The inevitable occurs, your beliefs affect it not.โ
A humbling truth which, many years ago, Kafka attempted to skirt in vain.
Entering combat was off-limits, any type of provocation discouraged. The script reserved her a stationary role.+
more of its secret with a potential adversary.
โmy beliefs hold strong, and iโm no fool, hunter. itโs best you move along, and carry on with your life.โ the awakened presence that kafka peaked through its veil, even momentarily, lurked in acheronโs gaze. behind +
( she watched elysiaโs expressions, which held an endearing sincerity about them. )
โyouโre teasing meโฆ all that iโve said was factual. objective.โ
โ โ โ โ
( a perk of her ears raise in fruition , hiding her giggle with her hand . )
โ ๐ฑow adorable , i โ m afraid too weak with bashful words โโ
โ โ โ
โindeedโฆ i didnโt expect your approach, but itโs not unwelcome. if you must know, itโs been a long day.
at least in this moment it can be peaceful.โ
โso youโre paying attention, but you lack insight. the path of nihility isnโt as cut out as you may think.
iโm not opposed to it, though thereโs a different reason for my sociability.โ
โthatโs a high bar, bestowed from such a pretty girl, in a pretty dressโฆโ
her hands held fireflyโs waist securely, teetering on a possessive instinct as firefly laid on her another compliment.