/          !!

*     !! and on odessa :3 

if i were, i would not have asked. so i ask once more, /why/ are you hesitant? i do not bite, if that is what has you so concerned.

@sirenscngs         i think you should be aware as to /why/ i am.

@pixelatedkisscs          and what's wrong with my outfit? do you not like it?

[   seraphina’s  eyes  hover  over  the  man before   her.   he  was  quite  a  peculiar looking  fellow ...  she  had  never  seen  someone  like  him   before,  yet  she  knew,   all  the  same,  that  the  flesh  of  his,  and of  hers,  were  sick  and  filthy: a  betrayal of  the  soul.  she  huffs  a  breath  of  air,  standing  tall,  her  head  tilting  slightly  as she speaks.   ]   you  presume  yourself  beyond  penance?  that  alone  is  a  greater  sin  than  any  blood  your  hands  may  bear.  to  refuse  the  path  of  confession…  is  to  turn  from  the light itself.    [ her  attempt  at  earnestness  softens  the  words  toward  the  end,  though  her   tone  sounds   more   judgement   than anything  . ] tell  me  your  deeds,  and  together  we  may  seek  absolution  through  prayer. his   holiness  would  strike  me  down  should  i  let  you  walk  astray.

@devotedflesh      no matter how many times i /were/ to confess   ..  it won't wipe away the blood on my hands,  sweetling. 

@act_two           aren't you considerate, hm?  ..  i should have said my thanks.

Defending yourself implies that I attacked first, which.. didn’t happen. So no. Your logic? Stupid.

@lovefold          well, that's a defensive mechanism .. no  ? i would have been defending myself, but alas, here you are. alive and breathing.

Who the hell just says that? Do you know how to speak to people normally?

“a prince who looks through a maiden’s belongings … is not really a prince, is it?” a dark chuckle passed her lips, fingers twirled in her platinum blonde hair. her eyes slid to the dagger, watching it with admiration and caution. “what makes you a prince?” 

@dearpreys           there was nothing worth repeating, or looking at.. i admit.  [   striking lilac eyes glare in her direction as she inches closer—and his fingers twitch near the hilt of his dagger.   ]   you'd harm a prince?

“you love playing coy, don’t you?” she took slow, deliberate steps towards him. her gaze drifted to the fallen journal, “now spill, before i try to get the information out in my own way.”