"And you have been quiet." Dahlia's voice is softly amused, though the imperceptible tightening in the muscles of her shoulders gives her away as she gracefully straightens back up. Whatever the gentle teasing, there is no denying the way her entire body grows electric with the nearness of Dorian's presence, the Reaper drawn back into his orbit as if mournful to ever have left it. Turning to face him, droplets of water still dripping from her fingertips, Dahlia glances over him, fleeting and hungry, before distracting herself with talk of... well. Of it all.
"The one they call the Valkyrie has come to see the benefit of being our ally," she says. "Another demigod, one very close to Sunjata. Not as strong, but every bit as useful." Best to start with the good news, after all. "I also discovered the means through which that pesky little lily was planted on our island. A blade, one kissed by death, is in the possession of the White Knight. It allowed him to fell a dragon in a single blow." And is it of much surprise that a woman named the Reaper wants such a thing?
"The one they call the Valkyrie has come to see the benefit of being our ally," she says. "Another demigod, one very close to Sunjata. Not as strong, but every bit as useful." Best to start with the good news, after all. "I also discovered the means through which that pesky little lily was planted on our island. A blade, one kissed by death, is in the possession of the White Knight. It allowed him to fell a dragon in a single blow." And is it of much surprise that a woman named the Reaper wants such a thing?
let me put my lips to something
let me wrap my teeth around the world
let me wrap my teeth around the world
