that fine line

Lost in her thoughts, her dance, she almost didn't notice the approach of the stranger until his voice cut through the rustling of the grass. Her silver eyes flickered towards him, studying his features with a detached interest as he spoke. But then she fixed her face, her expression changing into one of bashfulness. His words held a fatherly concern, a sentiment that Illusion found both perplexing and mildly amusing. She had never known the warmth of familial bonds, the protective instinct that seemed to drive the stranger's actions. To her, danger was just another thrill to be savored, another opportunity to test the limits of her own abilities. The closest she could get was the bond with her mother, and Cadaver. Everyone else was… nothing, she supposed.

Instead of heeding his warning immediately, Illusion tilted her head slightly, peering up at the man with some amount of feigned shame, her lips curling into a faint frown. "Do.. do you play nice?" She replied, her voice tinged with a hint of fear. It was a lie, of course.  After all, in a world where emotions held no sway over her, the concept of danger was nothing more than an illusion to be shattered at her whim. Still the young girl kept her soft features timid and meek, wanting to play on that silly concern of his. Oh, best to add a tremble to her limbs too.


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