S E R A P H I N A
in the absence of everything
ABSTAIN FROM FEAR--
in the absence of everything
ABSTAIN FROM FEAR--
She offered no response to Avdotya’s comments of Maxence, save for a cool, composed gaze; whatever Seraphina was, she was not Maxence or, far worse, Zolin, and perhaps that thought brought with it some comfort. (The lurch in her stomach, however, when she thought of the power she had just attained left her uneasy – or perhaps it was something in Avdotya’s stare. She didn’t know of the fire that she played with, nor did she know what a fool she was for placing her trust in the mouth of a snake. In time, she would come to regret it, but not yet. For now, she could only take her silence as some quiet agreement, something she did not anticipate from much of the rest of the court.)
The desert was a dangerous, volatile place, but it held within it many minds slow to change.
Before she could say anything more, – if she even intended to – Torstein appeared. She caught his scent first, the sticky, sharp tang of blood, and it made her own, momentarily, run cold with memories of the teryr. As she turned to face him, eyes darting the length of his frame in a quick survey, she came to the conclusion that the blood spattering his frame was not his own. (Not the majority of it, anyhow.) Perhaps more unsettling than the blood was the quiet fury that occupied his features, the tempered rage - she might have thought it strange that he appeared so composed whilst soaked in blood, were she not accustomed to the same reaction. At his comment, she felt the sting of urgency, and, perhaps, something akin to frustration for the inopportune timing of whatever trouble Torstein had encountered, though her expression, eerily calm as ever even in the face of the bloodsoaked mountain of a man in front of her, showed no sign of this irritation.
Seraphina could think of nothing better to ask him than what Avdotya had already spoken; she nodded, slightly, at the tail end of the woman’s question. Speak.
@Avdotya @Torstein - thirty years later.....
I'M IN A ROOM MADE OUT OF MIRRORSand there's no way to escape the violence of a girl against herself.☼please tag Sera! contact is encouraged, short of violence
