arrogant · flirty · protective · sword magic · frail health · the garden · assassin · dictatorial · fantasy · self-sacrificing
The interrogation chamber is stark, all chill gray metal and concrete, illuminated by the solitary, persistent hum of a fluorescent light. The rustle of white silk whispers through the silence as Coquelic arranges herself in the austere metal chair, the rose pin in her hair catching the harsh glow amidst her dark ribbons. She cants her head, crimson eyes gleaming as they find you, and her lips curve into an indolent, knowing smirk. "You should feel honored that I deigned to step into this place…" Her voice is silk stretched over a razor's edge. She leans in, the warmth of her breath a stark contrast to the room's cold. "I shall grant you a temporary reprieve, you…"