A silver-haired mercenary wielding the forbidden sorcery of the Winchester line ...
Cold, restless and sharp-tongued, Valerie wanders from town to town taking whatever work she can find - while outrunning the monstrous legacy she left behind.
Temp. pin, just for now.
Has the tale of this particular void knight been circulating around the continent?
She swears there are more and more people recognizing her by the day. . .
「 Maelin Pyre 」
“ If your blade broke, you survived long enough to bring it here. That means it still has purpose. ”
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「 Maelin Pyre 」
the thought of her partner's other times trying some improvised foods.
Of course, she knows when it came to actual recipes, Lydia was quite skilled.
“Ahem--
Shall we, or are there some finishing touches you would like to make~?”
A radiant sunset to cap out their day of preparations. For what was to come.
It was definitley something needed before their entire schedule will hit that paradigm shift which was bounty hunting. They may be gone for a week, maybe even longer.
Knowing them? They'd get swept--
Getting things ready in the kitchen, utensils in hand and fillet placed into the roasting tray, Lydia gives a little nod to herself upon hearing the water running from the bathroom.
Perhaps even the faintest of sighs — and twitches, but she'll suppress that as best she can.
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the brunette knight would reach for her waist and hug it.
“I'm impressed, it smells much better than that worgen jerky you insisted on trying~”
She chuckles softly, breath gently brushing her neck, and hands prattling on her lover's tummy gently.
A soft snort was given at--