AISHA
good lava, we all know you wanna
Griffin, yes, or some other moniker of the same beast. She nodded, reaching out and shifting her glass over to him, silently asking for a refill. Water or something richer, she didn't care. Just stay hydrated through the sickness, keep her blood pumping and thawed.
Aisha didn't ask for more stories now, she'd read her fill of horror during these past few bedridden days. If there was one thing that illness was good for, it was thinking, and accomplishing little; but Aisha had tried her best to at least make some move towards something. A new interest, a new goal, a new challenge. For now the tales of vengeance and companions would be enough anecdotal indulgence, she had queries of other kinds.
"I actually was thinking about trying to start up something like it. With my own creative differences," she scratched at Zuriel's cheek, "but I thought it might be a good idea." The ascended can't have all the responsibility you know.
Aisha didn't ask for more stories now, she'd read her fill of horror during these past few bedridden days. If there was one thing that illness was good for, it was thinking, and accomplishing little; but Aisha had tried her best to at least make some move towards something. A new interest, a new goal, a new challenge. For now the tales of vengeance and companions would be enough anecdotal indulgence, she had queries of other kinds.
"I actually was thinking about trying to start up something like it. With my own creative differences," she scratched at Zuriel's cheek, "but I thought it might be a good idea." The ascended can't have all the responsibility you know.
see this pretty girl flow, good lava
