❝ fear cuts deeper than swords. ❞
asoiaf starters / @onewingcd.
“ and that’s precisely why i thrive on it. to watch your enemies tremble beneath your blade before the kill… there is no sensation like it. ” cinder’s lips curl into a devious smirk, flexing the bony fingers of their cursed hand in and out of a fist. how the arm spewing literal clouds of darkness ate away at them from the inside out when negativity grew near, but simultaneously brought cinder to a new high they’d never experience anywhere else… it was an addicting cycle that only wrought destruction of others and self.
cinder’s eye narrows in the presence of another clearly powerful being, sizing him up — they are both curious as to what his skillset entails and cautious of exactly that. “ the fear of the people around me once fed my strength… like fresh meat to a starved wolf. though it appears my power has slipped through my fingers for now, as it has for many residents of terra. ” cinder tilts their head, raising a brow as the charm of their voice oozes from their lips like molten gold. “ what of you, sephiroth? what does fear do for you? ”











