her eyes they know too much
Eloise turns at this, lips slightly agape. "Mort Mort?" She asks, the lingering bits of her that remembers social decorum from her past life wanting to bend her knees (or at least her chin) that she might show the appropriate amount of respect for this...well, whatever she is. Brushing a strand of hair from her face that the wind seemed entirely happy to keep against her lips, Eloise fixed the woman with a look. "So that makes you a goddess then?" She hadn't heard of the Greatwood, but first things first. Knowing who she was talking to seemed much more important than knowing where she lives.
The illusionist felt her skin flush slightly at that compliment, if only because it sounded so strangely sincere. She wasn't lying before when she said Delphia's way of speaking sounded like a line meant to get into her pants, but the longer they did speak, the more she realized just how genuine the woman was. It was strange to see that, in a place like Torchline.
The illusionist felt her skin flush slightly at that compliment, if only because it sounded so strangely sincere. She wasn't lying before when she said Delphia's way of speaking sounded like a line meant to get into her pants, but the longer they did speak, the more she realized just how genuine the woman was. It was strange to see that, in a place like Torchline.
she'll treat you like somebody but you just can't touch
