there’s always, always more than what’s on the surface.
The small, white-washed woman was akin to a marble statue with the stillness in her visage. His words didn’t seem to phase her. The chill in her gaze wasn’t even directed anywhere in his vicinity. At one point that may have been due to some level of trust, but now however… it was deepest contempt.
“Of course, Viktor.” Magda’s voice could be surprisingly quiet for how high-pitched it naturally was. There always seemed to be a soft bell-like ring in it. “Do you think they could possibly excuse your defection?”









