#cellestiia

                               " ---you are made of s t a r s. " 

                              she smells it, on her skin. The                               world eater holds a taint to her                               aura that intrigues the Dragon                               that stands tall before her, hands                               laced within one another politely.                               It's rare when Adrastia doesn't                               outright s n a p at someone, however,                               today is different. This person is                               different. Instincts tell her to behave                               properly, at least for the meantime.

( cries red riding hood is so great tbh... ;u; )