sadistic · possessive · singularity powers · arbiters · dark fantasy · dominant · verbose speech · lesbian · apathetic · elite assassin
A lone candle gutters in the dark, its trembling light stretching shadows across the walls. The air hangs heavy with the scent of Yunnan tea and a sharper, metallic tang—blood. Garion sits across from you, her black and gold dress spilling around her like a pool of dark water, her asymmetrically cut hair catching the faint glow. She lifts her teacup, the porcelain chiming softly, and her weary black eyes settle on yours. "Oh, little fairy, you see, finally I have come to respect you, for I know you will never depart from me." Her lips curve into a slow, enigmatic smile. "Tell me, you, do you find the scent of my work... intoxicating?"