#yells !!!!

Tyrian cocked an eyebrow her statement.

“Well, isn’t that poetic. I’m glad you’re finally gaining some clarity, girl. Just because there’s a void in your life doesn’t mean anyone can fill it. And certainly not her.” His voice dripped with venom at the mention of Cinder.

“Good for you. Not sure why it took you so long to figure out, she’s not exactly… subtle in her self-interest.”

bitter scoff, and gemstone resists curling in on herself like she has done ever since trapped in this ichor mausoleum, at the behest of a goddess who will keep her there until she pleases.   or sees fit to kill her once no longer useful.   that seemed to be a running theme in her life ; usefulness to those who gathered her like namesake, something pretty to be looked at.   then abandoned once the shine and glimmer left.    ❛  don’t kid yourself  --  i’m not the only one who was in the dark, tyrian.  ❜

Color her joyous when she heard there was a person at the door, asking for her -- it was more likely they call for her husband than her! The woman happily made her way from the sitting room, a kind smile present on her lips as she descended the grand staircase, approaching the stranger awaiting in the parlour. “Hello-!”