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Ah. She had been noticed, funny. The mortals of a world were usually quick to find her, eyes rolled. Unmoving, her back to the other.
Liquid akin to blood dripping onto the earth, shadowy, corrupt. Digging it's way into the dirt.
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Finally. A glance, and within a fraction of a second. She hoovered ever so slightly out of reach. Elven features staring down, indifference across her features.
❛ You're brave to come after me alone, or stupid. Depending on your next move. ❜
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❛ Oh come now, they have their uses. As vessels, for either yourself. Or a being you require.
Plus. Their struggles are just so satisfying to put down. ❜
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❛ It would only be in your best interest to give in, otherwise... Well. Who's to say what damage would be done if you and your world struggle. ❜
She already knows their answer, but their defiance is just so sweet.
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❛ Oh but that is where you are wrong... Everyone submits eventually. Be it willingly, or by force. ❜
Another hollow laugh, continuing to round their form. Running a finger along the fighters shoulder, practically grinning as she did so.
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“ you—— ” fists curl at her sides.
she’s sure she hadn’t said any of that aloud. she /knows/ she didn’t. this... being could read her mind. what a cruel joke.
frown settles upon weary features. “ ... freedom? ” +
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❛ Why? Because you give me the reactions I crave from your kind. Defiance. The knowledge, that eventually... You will break. ❜
Answering their thoughts with vocal words, a soft quiet laugh. Directly under their skull, tickling at their mind.
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‘then why not spend it torturing somebody else?’
such words failed to leave her. tifa wouldn’t ever wish this upon anyone else——not when she knows she's not the only one being toyed around like this.