Loathe the way they light candles in Rome
But love the sweet air of the votives
But love the sweet air of the votives
Vox's attempt to speak is almost more unpleasant that his appearance, Koa wincing slightly at the electric sound. He resists the urge to smooth down Flora's hair, not wanting to in any way undermine her authority; instead he settles for a soft touch at her elbow, offering reassurance that he's there. Ever's cheerful appearance has the Dragoon even more uneasy, because fuck if this whole thing doesn't feel like a trap waiting to be sprung.
Briefly Koa debates not touching any of the deeply unsettling items (Eyelashes? Why does the bowl keep changing sizes? WHO DID THE EYELASHES COME FROM?!). But then he figures that if they're going to be unleashed on the world anyway, might as well get ahead of the game. With final glances at Flora and Ever, Koa gingerly selects the item which seems least offensive. He's trying to look casual but utterly fails, the stoppered jar held as far from his body as possible, only two fingers holding it by the delicate glass neck.
Koa chooses the stoppered jar
Briefly Koa debates not touching any of the deeply unsettling items (Eyelashes? Why does the bowl keep changing sizes? WHO DID THE EYELASHES COME FROM?!). But then he figures that if they're going to be unleashed on the world anyway, might as well get ahead of the game. With final glances at Flora and Ever, Koa gingerly selects the item which seems least offensive. He's trying to look casual but utterly fails, the stoppered jar held as far from his body as possible, only two fingers holding it by the delicate glass neck.
Koa chooses the stoppered jar
Koa Carpenter
Hurt and grieve but don't suffer alone
Engage with the pain as a motive
Engage with the pain as a motive
