Don't stop haunting me

*Isardis* · 07-23-2014, 05:20 AM

He chuckles weakly, feverish upon her words; cherry lips flickering with a frail sense of bemusement as he tries oh so hard to contain the humour she so kindly offers him. ?Fear has long since failed me, little russet,? a brittle suggestion perhaps, straying towards his unwavering valour. Though he did not appreciate being blinded within the seamless contours of heavy darkness, he was far from struck with terror when waltzing its unpalatable depths. She seems well, though Isardis has never been one to closely observe, he finds the once-lamb withholds a maturity that was last disguised by a pride not earned. Perhaps she has simply developed--? Though the pallid ghoul cannot help but wonder if she has experienced a downfall; been tamed by an unknown usurper.

?Glaciem was offered to an Heir; a daughter who?s ambitions and loyalties reflect the standards of her surname,? he pauses, lips threatening to contort in a fickle sense of humour as his joints grease; a vague sway starting within his structured limbs. ?Though that is not something I would expect you to understand, of course. One can only expect so much from those known to stray,? oh the dry taunts that flicked graceless spitter about his coral lips, pale towers flickering with wandering interest as he basks so blissfully beneath the anxiety that threatened to swallow their minds. Though he is calm, pleasured, he wonders what has become of the little ember and drifted beliefs.

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