Safrin
Well this should certainly be interesting.
"Curse you?" Safrin's voice is full of laugher as the flames of the many candles littering her shrine flicker with amusement. "Not a good little accepted like you?" She appears then, just behind him, her lips against the shell of his ear. You might wish I had cursed you. It might be more bearable than being here. She speaks directly into his mind even as her lips move, as if whispering. Her thoughts are like being forcefully fed a galactic cacophony, of being drunk and upside down in a keg stand and finding what comes through the tube is all starlit foam and swirls of periwinkle madness. Safrin's thoughts are loud and bright and nearly as old as time.
Her mind contains nearly everything there is, every feeling, every eventuality.Can I interest you in everything, all of the time?
"Nice to finally meet you, Captain." Safrin says, loud enough for Maeve's benefit as flashes of sex and sin and death flash like gunfire in her thoughts.
"Curse you?" Safrin's voice is full of laugher as the flames of the many candles littering her shrine flicker with amusement. "Not a good little accepted like you?" She appears then, just behind him, her lips against the shell of his ear. You might wish I had cursed you. It might be more bearable than being here. She speaks directly into his mind even as her lips move, as if whispering. Her thoughts are like being forcefully fed a galactic cacophony, of being drunk and upside down in a keg stand and finding what comes through the tube is all starlit foam and swirls of periwinkle madness. Safrin's thoughts are loud and bright and nearly as old as time.
Her mind contains nearly everything there is, every feeling, every eventuality.
"Nice to finally meet you, Captain." Safrin says, loud enough for Maeve's benefit as flashes of sex and sin and death flash like gunfire in her thoughts.
