FAST TRACK TO AN EARLY GRAVE
11-12-2014, 07:28 PM
? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? the tyrant is conflicted, skeptical as her glacial gaze consumes the wicked contortion of the monarch?s countenance and as her ears swivel with the abrupt influx of bewitching chortles that cascade from the silver?s lips. for does the arcanum sovereign not detest her malevolent entity, were they not the best of rivals? and while the elysius deity had never been granted the opportunity to assert her battle supremacy against this silver queen { for the silver had since evaded her wrath }, still their previous encounters had proven less than pleasant. surely the former tyrant had never previously considered quelling her relentless urge for RETRIBUTION whilst sharing the company of a negligent adversary such as she. though the phantom does find herself intrigued by cataleya?s assurance, a singular brow quirking upon the premises of her mutilated forehead as her mismatched gaze trails after the silver?s own diverted -- curiously. she knows not what { or who } lurks beyond the tapered stone pillars of their current dwelling, though the vehemence of the arcanum queen?s coral gaze is enough to earn the woman an inquisitive, prying stare. ?oh?? is the simplistic query that breaches velveteen lips, a subtle attempt to return the silver?s attention unto herself as robust appendages propel her nearer to the queen at a sluggish yet elegant gait. ?and what has transpired in my absence, madam cataleya?? vocals are a saccharine croon, her infamous smirk still stagnant upon frayed lips -- invitingly. and the deity halts in her stride once she infiltrates the monarch?s personal space, hefty mass reclining upon chiseled thighs approximately three feet away from her once-adversary -- a gesture to denounce her previous willingness to assault. |