❛ how are we feeling today, hmm ? ❜
❛ i’d be much better if you weren’t breathing down my neck. ❜
the newly turned DEMONESS doesn’t try to keep the snark from her voice, eyes flicking RED in irritation. the blade between her fingers is placed down with a clatter, the soul stretched out on the rack makes a PAINED noise of relief or pain, perhaps a mix of both - but she ignores it. BLOOD drips from her fingertips and she resists the urge to flick it in alastair’s face like a BRATTY CHILD. instead she wipes them on a rag, tossing it to the floor while taking a few steps towards him. she can’t wait to be out of this place, to start handing out deals instead of being stuck in a brimstone PRISON.
❛ what do you want? ❜
