Che Sei Nei Cieli [Open]

Lashes fluttering with millennia of untold secrets, the goddess gave the artist a pointed stare. "I am so much more than a pretty..." face, was the way to end that, but in truth Safrin was a pretty everything, and the curve of her brow said as much. "You shall have competition I think. Another budding artist has already captured my likeness rather well." Safrin mused, thinking of Ronin and his charcoal sketch. Though...it was much better after she'd subtly improved it. Still, she'd be happy to see what a practiced artist might do. Her raised brow suddenly appeared harsher though her features did not seem to have changed. The sides of her lips quirked slightly as she looked down for a moment. When her galactic gaze did rise again, she'd taken on an almost predatory stare as she regarded him in a long silence. "What will I be doing for you." She intoned, her voice suddenly sounding like a wind racing though an empty forest. "The rewards of praying to me." Though she smiled, the goddess seemed anything but pleased. "Is that all you mortals think of? What we can offer to you. My appearance here, our chat, this gift—" The pendant would begin to pull away from Bastien's chest, and as it did the man would feel a horrific sense of foreboding and longing associated with its loss. Safrin The devil is not as black as he is painted