FOOL / O, RETURN & FENRIS NEEDED

Victory goddess, eh? If it weren't for everything else she'd experienced here, Arrow would have doubted that. But apparently she was breaking out of her simple little mind that she had during her days as a loner, where everything was very black and white, very blunt and straightforward. No gods or powers or falling out of the sky. Not that she despised any of this, cue Malphas, but she wasn't at the point where it felt "normal" or at the very least she wasn't desensitized.

She snickered a bit at Malphas' disdain, speak of the devil. This was sweet and all, but he was funny and she was drawn
more to that than lovey dovey stuff. "Not a fan, huh?" Arrow's gaze would shift between Malphas and Amunet, head tilting. You know, she never actually met this girl.

★ we should be lovers instead  ━