#this bitch is hard to tap in.. excuse the clunkiness we might occur w this

[petitsdieu]

a plotted starter 𝒇𝒕. @vitalphenomena

Luras with his yellow-brass veins and ophidian grace, shudders when the mere suggestion that he's no Merciful edges him off.

But he's like another other Ora Oke. Excuses as justification.

He's dragged her into l'Étendue's heart, for what?

( Oh... )

❛ What— ❜

The Princess's preset to a stun-still is overridden when she sees Spirit ⸺ behind a glass paneling, fitting to the natural grooves of their underworld landscape, it's seamless, it's a cage. She goes for the door of it, a closed mouth. Pushing past Luras with a shove unlike her. Luras clips her at the inner elbow. Yanking her, hitting flash across the chest, until her knees give out, and she's on the floor.

And he grins. All toothy. All boyish. All-knowing.

"Do you think I'm merciful?" His cheek's turned, in the direction of the little mus he's been poking at for awhile now. He's addressing her. He's addressing the cosmo's themselves. Like he's got the right.

Is he not merciful when he snuffs between two fingers; when a candle no longer is a candle. When light touches not. When it's just waxy pulp in a gilding meta.