#insinnerate01

[indumasname]

@insinnerate

" Orders... I need.. orders. Directions. What say you? Tell me. "

Orders… ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ Directions… ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ Celica knows that a puppet merely needs to take control of the strings to play the part of a priestess… a princess… or even a weapon.

ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ An empty vessel awaiting commands.

ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ she need only…… hand them over. ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ …as an obedient servant to…

ㅤ ㅤ —but she will not. The strings are Hers to do as she sees fit, and though her eyes harden as the steel at her side…

ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ  ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ she’s at a bit of a loss on how to help the other cut herself free. Perhaps even some semblance of fighting to tug back at them as she herself does right now.

“……”

It is then that her hand draws the blade so beloved she feels undeserving to wield it, having failed to bring peace to the country it is named after. Yet still, her hand steadies as strong as her fencing stance, prepared to fight… knowing fully well that doing might draw her strings taut and tight against her grip, waiting for the singular moment to snap.

ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ “You need a sense of direction? …Then arm yourself,” Celica says. “I would test the mettle of your weapon.”