AISHA
d is for delightful and try
to keep your trousers up
to keep your trousers up
Maybe she would seek audience with The Voice, sometime in the future. But not before visiting the old gods, and seeing what they had to say. It was an interesting position she'd been placed in, having no personal ties to a side and yet being chosen by it. While she was technically the old god's creation, her opinions of the divine were her own to forge. She nodded to his answer, moving on to the next topic.
Improved humans, upgrades, 'fluid'; they all had a sort of mechanical grind to them, vampire no longer felt like the proper word. Her brows furrowed further as she looked him up and down, searching for some kind of give away. He didn't appear an emaciated sleep deprived being, and he didn't look like an android either. He lifted his hand, and in a moment it was gone, Aisha's eyes widened.
And so did her smile.
"Holy fuck," she chuckled, reaching out to touch where his hand had been.
Improved humans, upgrades, 'fluid'; they all had a sort of mechanical grind to them, vampire no longer felt like the proper word. Her brows furrowed further as she looked him up and down, searching for some kind of give away. He didn't appear an emaciated sleep deprived being, and he didn't look like an android either. He lifted his hand, and in a moment it was gone, Aisha's eyes widened.
And so did her smile.
"Holy fuck," she chuckled, reaching out to touch where his hand had been.
i think you should know you're
his favorite worst nightmare
his favorite worst nightmare
