huntrumix

                    ❛  Glimmering  trinkets  are  always  fashion  accessories,  and  should  they  not  be,  you  are  doing  it  wrong,  ❜  Plainly  remarks  Cardan  and  cautiously  gives  his  long,  dark  lashes  another  gentle  tap  with  the  brush  of  the  liquid  kohl  that  the  mortals  refer  to  as  mascara.  Once  done,  black  eyes  rimmed  in  gold  dart  to  where  the  purple  headed  girl  stands,  firm  and  pompous,  and  merely  arches  a  manicured  brow  in  amusement.  ❛  Threaten  me  not,  mortal  girl,  for  you  need  me  more  than  I  need  you.  Your  entire  attire  depends  on  me  and  should  I  go,  so  does  your  fashion  sense.  ❜

rumi winces but not because he'd insulted her fashion sense (because she definitely knew her fashion, right???). much to her displeasure, cardan had a point. until she learned how to control her demonic powers, he was her only hope of concealing her patterns. ❛ i didn't mean to be ungrateful or diminish you, oh fae lord or whatever your title is. ❜

                        ❛  Heels,  nails,  blade,  mascara.  I  am  ready  for  my  napalm  era.  ❜