AISHA
good lava, we all know you wanna
It was funny how much history a word could hold, a name that mingled with hatred so much that it must be spat from your lips. Aisha watched as Deimos pushed the name away, Confutatis, as though it were just as evil as the being themself. He explained who she was, she sounded similarly cruel to Aisha's own foe. He told her how they'd fought, and that he'd never gotten the opportunity to finish her off. She nodded, to revenge abandoned like dust.
Thinking about the way he'd told the story, a question came to mind. Her fingers found their way into the soft hairs of Zuriel's mane, she exhaled a puff of cold smoke as she asked, "Were you a general back in your world too? Or something like that," he seemed to be the spearhead of all the ventures he shared, not a simple warrior. The responsibility that weighed in his words were those of someone with decisions to make and vendettas to carry through.
Thinking about the way he'd told the story, a question came to mind. Her fingers found their way into the soft hairs of Zuriel's mane, she exhaled a puff of cold smoke as she asked, "Were you a general back in your world too? Or something like that," he seemed to be the spearhead of all the ventures he shared, not a simple warrior. The responsibility that weighed in his words were those of someone with decisions to make and vendettas to carry through.
see this pretty girl flow, good lava
