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@nulltune asked: how  far  would  you  go ? // URBAN FLORA.

Lips curl and though they seem to resemble something of a smile, it never reaches the eyes. Vivid cerulean hues narrow will a callousness that is more than skin deep, one that has rooted itself across millenia, and festered for an eternity. "How far do you think I might?"

His words extend with a faint hiss as he speaks, his nonanswer the only communication he shares in response. Where are the boundaries for a spurned divine one? He is yet to find them. Yes, he waits in the city of Morax, shares tea with its people, walks the path of this life. But it is only a guise. He is simply waiting, lurking this time in a sea of people until the right storm changes the tide.

There is a glint of something in his expression before he allows lips to press in a thin line and his smile vanish. "I will do what I must to get what I want." Though an answer it's terrifiying in its magnitude, as he turns his gaze away to observe, his gaze cold, perhaps even a glint of resent. There are no boundaries he will not shatter for his desires, the taste of loss leaves too bitter tang on the tongue to endure.