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Water Despair

Mi genio florece en la masacre como un lirio al amanecer :0

Lux can’t quite comprehend what is happening. Why he’s being so, was it really kindness? He seemed impressed with what she’d done, pleased? His manner of speaking is oddly formal, distant, it seems to lack the warmth, but it is not unpleasing to her ears. It’s deep and fluid, but she can’t seem to shake the way it feels off to her. Still, he’s not here to hurt her, and he seems not put out by her stealing his marks.

“Your employers?” Her voice is curious as she turns gently reaching out a delicate hand though she winces slightly she makes no noise about the discomfort she must be feeling. Her hand slips into his without fear, just a quiet curiousness even though something in the back of her mind says she should be careful. That something wasn’t right here, no man stands this calmly in this carnage without something being wrong.

“I’m sorry, I, you may of course take credit for the… act. So that you may gain whatever payment it is you are after. I wouldn’t want to take your job.” Her tone is whisper soft, as if she speaks louder she’ll break something between them. Everything about her is delicate, fragile, small but somehow still graceful as she allows him to do as he pleases. She’s fallen back on that noble upbringing, treating him with the respect she might another noble.

She wasn’t sure what else to do, how else to act, it was what she knew best. How to be a noble, how to be highborn, and there was something delicate about him. She couldn’t quite place it but she didn’t want to break whatever it was.