#she's been stuck in a tower for 13 years I should cut her some slack but

[sugaredparchment]

y'know I'm a writerblr maybe I should like. post a snippet or something but why would I everrrr oh what's that

"Is that not still a cage?” He counters, easy and rehearsed. Genuine interest lines the words, and she wishes she knew why. Astraea stalks forward to him. It is infuriating how much taller he is, how much more powerful. (Yet he meets her like she's an equal. The only reason he looks down his nose at her is because otherwise he would be kneeling, and his godly form can't handle that.) “Are we still talking about a bird?” Contrary to either of their jibes, Calixto shrugs elegantly. “Are we?” Oh, that's even more infuriating, enough Astraea wants to sling her fist through his perfect teeth.