#avidum

Your muse is making mine cosplay. Who do they dress my muse up as?

“Well well. What do we have here.” It wasn’t a question at all, directed towards a certain homunculus that she thought would never come back from the boiling pot he was dipped into. Though at least she can understand the burning sensation he felt, how it was like to feel the flesh of their bodies, right down to their bones, that eventually disappeared along with their existence. A part of Lust really did hope he didn’t hear about her death. It would be an annoyance to deal with him speaking upon past matters. So she may as well be as formal as possible.

            A CURIOUS FEELING !  A lingering gaze was easily detected not simply given her class but also the lack of subtly to the entirely display. Arms cross over her chest, a seemingly guarded reaction to prying eyes but rather a symbol of her DISPLEASURE. Features set in stern irritation as slit irises drift over the frame of the man in question. She does approach even as their gazes find one another the distance is maintained, a certain charged air. Cloaked in MIDNIGHT she retreats from the shadows revealing herself fully. Golden thorns glimmering from her palms in the mid-afternoon sunlight.