Chaos is God in a system of true disorder. And I seek to my title of God, I have no care for whoever crumples to nothing in my persuit to achieve such.
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𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑-𝐁𝐔𝐑𝐍 .ೃ࿐ᵂᵉ ⁿᵉᵛᵉʳ ᵐᵃᵈᵉ ⁱᵗ, ᵈⁱᵈ ʷᵉ?
Dear, for amenity or for glory?- Palace of Ulric labyrinths, Elvira Crest.
|Eastern Cazar-March 18, 7426| |Pandora's Palace|
"IT'S INSIDE." Freeman nodded towards the corridors, looking from his left and right, lights flickering with mistreatment as a door slammed shut a few doors down. "I can't take the risk of it coming up here and scanning me. I have a warrant." He twisted his stare back inside. "We need to leave." Intari eyed the halls outside over his shoulder, scouring for something to pop out. Anything to attack them.
"Uncuff me." The demand was carnivorous, almost grinding enough to make her lose balance as she whipped back towards the woman restrained behind her. Her face was expressionless, disinterested as it stalked. Voice flat and too close for Intari's liking. For a second the thought of what would have happen if Celine hadn't been strapped down rippled the rebel's mind and she couldn't help her shiver of fear. "I can kill it for you... destroy every piece of it and get us all out of this disgusting place. Just...un..cuff..me."
"You," Freeman snapped, fingers harsh as he pointed them towards Celine. "Shut the fuck up." His words made her nose scrunch, a deadly reflection hazing her stare as she watched him.
Then Celine's eyes found Intari's. "Please," she whispered low.
Though it wasn't a whisper of fallibility or vulnerability, only a remnant of ominous. It's brief, lacking in frailty but still carried a tinge of desperate compromise. A deal. With a murderer no less. An Alec assassin.
"No, no, absolutely not," Freeman raised his voice, marching from the gaping door and further into the room as he met Celine's gaze with ice. "No, not fucking happening." Latching onto Intari, he pulled the two of them away from the bed, far enough that the panic they felt being close to Celine became moderately sedentary. "She lying. What's stopping her from murdering us the second we uncuff her? She can kill us and ruin everything. No. No. She will kill us and ruin everything."
Celine's laughter seemed to choke her, a branding just as abusive as her leer as she broke into gasps of chuckles. "Don't you think," she snickered, only momentarily stopping until both their attention was on her. "Don't you think if I wanted to you both dead," she derided, grin freezing all of Ambrosia's winters. "That I would've done it already?" The rattle of her cuffs were goring as she took a tug at them, not a single care for the pain of flesh against metal. "I mean, what's really stopping me, hm?" Intari could feel Freeman's grip on her arm tighten. "These? I-I mean...seriously? Seriously?Oh, I feel like I should be offended."
