#viola 002.

It was almost funny to see the pride stricken demon more muted than he had formerly seen of her, as if looking to stalk any kind of shadow that might reveal itself in the fae domain. The usual twigs and branches were delicately entwined throughout the fabric of the dress, also housing themselves on her shoes, but one had to be close in order to truly see. Was that a product of the kingdom that had summoned them here in the first place or a reflection of their current self? He’d wager his bets mentally without speaking his two cents on the matter. Kore— that’s who he really saw as he strolled confidently over as a peacock would in their finery, her new name be damned to him currently. Not as if he was foolish enough to use it now or had any desire to do so, but the images of them together in their true forms flooded his mind and Isaac couldn’t help the nefarious smile that tugged at his gold laced lips, “You could bring Saint Francis of Assisi to his knees.” But she arguably always had that air about her. Nestled up close, the demon practically whispered, “So, what’s the word on the cobblestone? I know Titania didn’t bring us here to show a sudden change of heart.”