07-25-2018, 04:09 PM
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The metal rod is dropped with a very heavy thud. She rolls her neck as she looks up with what looks to be halfway between a scowl and a smile. She looks over the knife one more time, catching her own reflection in the glint of the steel and smiling. It's certainly sharp enough to do with it what she wishes to know. Then, she looks towards the two women that have approached her, raising a brow towards the one that speaks.
Love. It seems overly familiar but somehow, she doesn't want to tear out Margaery's throat. "I don't believe we have,
no." She sounds bitingly cold when she speaks, placing the blade down as she turns her full attention to Margaery. "Lucia Averill, tis a pleasure to meet you and your friend?" She offers a hanging question to Versailles, shooting a look which invites her to pitch her own name.
"I've never had a steel blade before, you know? Always was told that the concentration of iron was toxic to Fae, although that might simply be because most I came into contact with were such poor, poor quality." She muses, not bothering to wait for the conversation to shift to something else. Hopefully, they'll find the composition of metal boring and leave.
[div style="text-align:center;width:55%;font-size:11pt;font-family:times new roman;padding-TOP: 3px;"][color=#ff6666]LOOK HOW THE STREETS TURN COLD WHEN I WALK ITLove. It seems overly familiar but somehow, she doesn't want to tear out Margaery's throat. "I don't believe we have,
no." She sounds bitingly cold when she speaks, placing the blade down as she turns her full attention to Margaery. "Lucia Averill, tis a pleasure to meet you and your friend?" She offers a hanging question to Versailles, shooting a look which invites her to pitch her own name.
"I've never had a steel blade before, you know? Always was told that the concentration of iron was toxic to Fae, although that might simply be because most I came into contact with were such poor, poor quality." She muses, not bothering to wait for the conversation to shift to something else. Hopefully, they'll find the composition of metal boring and leave.
[b]IT'S EASIER TO BURY MY HEAD IN THE SAND SOMETIMES. AND I KNOW IT'S NOT THE RIGHT WAY TO GO BUT I PRAY THE GROUND WOULD SWALLOW ME WHOLE. — lucia & alisaie / inactive / playing ff14