Aithne
High infidelity
Put on your records and regret me
Put on your records and regret me
Not a serial killer right now is good enough for Aithne, who grins devilishly up at her new friend and says, "Fair enough." The steps that they descended fade away behind them, and Aithne takes in the dark alleyways that stretch ahead. The Last Whisper, apparently, is home to a great many people and seemingly endless establishments catering to all types of tastes. She peers into doors and windows, catching sight of everything from bars to brothels, and by the time they arrive at their destination, she's practically vibrating with excitement. Only her good manners - forced upon her from a young age and, therefore, ingrained into her psyche - and her curiosity about the Dusklight keep her on Danta's arm.
Their destination stands further down the main strip, a redbrick building seemingly propped up by its neighbors. It's not as exotic as she'd imagined in her head, but she is sure that the inside will prove much more interesting. She giggles. "Oh, good," she says. "But then, the day is young, and what's a little murder between friends?"
Their destination stands further down the main strip, a redbrick building seemingly propped up by its neighbors. It's not as exotic as she'd imagined in her head, but she is sure that the inside will prove much more interesting. She giggles. "Oh, good," she says. "But then, the day is young, and what's a little murder between friends?"
I bent the truth too far tonight
I was dancing around, dancing around it
I was dancing around, dancing around it
Minor powerplay allowed without permission.
Feel free to use force/magic on Aithne.
Feel free to use force/magic on Aithne.
