You always liked the taste of blood
and i get off when i point the gun
Nephele does not preen outwardly at her success, but she certainly does internally. They are strong, sturdy creations that have come to fruition beneath her hands, and she is eager to see them put to use by her kin. Though that won't be a possibility if Ianto does not receive some measure of help, lest he tear the earth down to bedrock.
Nephele is tempted to begin working on the weapons rack and leave him to his devices, but she is not as exclusionary as her brethren, and she must be the paragon of open-mindedness if she is to save her people. Starting here is no hardship, with a man she already is content to be around.
Walking closer, she takes up one of the tools, and gives a wry arch of her brow that does not conceal the twitch of her lips. "What's the worst extra hands could do?" A lot, but hopefully it won't come to that. Instead she assists the man with her own efforts, hoping to save what he has done and turn it into a functional bit of earth.
Nephele is tempted to begin working on the weapons rack and leave him to his devices, but she is not as exclusionary as her brethren, and she must be the paragon of open-mindedness if she is to save her people. Starting here is no hardship, with a man she already is content to be around.
Walking closer, she takes up one of the tools, and gives a wry arch of her brow that does not conceal the twitch of her lips. "What's the worst extra hands could do?" A lot, but hopefully it won't come to that. Instead she assists the man with her own efforts, hoping to save what he has done and turn it into a functional bit of earth.
it's so good to have someone
to be so very bad with
NEPHELE
