Enjoying the sound of her name on his lips in the same way one might savour a particularly sweet bite of cake, Dahlia hums a soft sound at the back of her throat and continues to observe the Tower. Its construction, its weak points, its significance to Stormbreak; nothing escapes her notice. "They may whisper my name or shout it to the heavens in hope of forgiveness, for all I care," she says softly, her smile one of indulgence and anticipation.
Finally breaking her focus on the building, she watches Dorian even as his gaze lingers somewhere over her shoulder. "I believe I have someone in mind," she says. "I have been observing Stormbreak and its council. Some will break, but others may bend quite nicely to suit our purposes. Leave it to me."
Finally breaking her focus on the building, she watches Dorian even as his gaze lingers somewhere over her shoulder. "I believe I have someone in mind," she says. "I have been observing Stormbreak and its council. Some will break, but others may bend quite nicely to suit our purposes. Leave it to me."
let me put my lips to something
let me wrap my teeth around the world
let me wrap my teeth around the world
