Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β β¦ @projecticnββ
Β Β Β Β πΈππππ π πΎππ ππ» πΆππ½ππ ππππ πΆ πππππ; every tray of cinders a collection of memories reduced to stains. Long ago, he who currently festers a smoky black burned a blazing scarletΒ --Β one that was brighter than any flame, deeper than any passion, and more alluring than any virgin. To bear witness to his juvenile form here, of all places, excites her. Chaldea is not around to protect him, nor is that walking accumulation of karmic consequence.
Β Β Β Β He is untainted. So much that she feels it a shame to introduce herself to him now, but... if not now, when? Surely, he cannot leave without receiving his daily dose of salvation.
Β Β Β Β βAra, ara! For this shrine to receive a visitor at such hours... have you come wandering alone with your thoughts? Or do you simply reside in Cotes?β















