[She squeezed back. Her gaze was briefly distant, lost in momentary sorrow over old memories. She hated the silence she could hear now, knowing it was all in her head again. It hadn't helped that all aromas of cooking had stopped as well, the illusion properly stopped.
But the violet in her eyes clarified with the touch to her forehead. One word, and she nodded and joined him on their short journey.
Even now, that other half of her stood in the halls where she had been waiting, leaning against a wall with arms folded. A quick glance was all that she offered before she quietly scoffed.]
...Of fucking course you look like a barmaid.
It kept us safe, you know. Being called a 'savage' for so long forces your hand to look and act less like one. Unlike you.
[The khatun laughed, gleeful yet sharp.]
We're a savage no matter how many pretty dresses we wear! If you'd stop denying me, you understand how to wear such a title with pride.
...You scare people.
Let them fear me. I only act against the deserving. Besides... I don't scare him.
[The khatun smirked and gestured to the miqo'te.]
Did Curious Gorge teach you nothing? I'm part of you no matter what, so you need to put on your big girl panties and let people fear you, maybe even hate you for being yourself. Because, hey, FUCK THEM. The people that matter will be by our side. ...And maybe you'll throw wide the gates and test sweet Raha's fortitude, too. We've been so gentle so far...
AHEM. Hey, let's... let's tug the reins on that for a second. There's something we need to do, preferably without sending the man running and screaming.
[The khatun rolled her eyes but pushed away from the wall, rubbing her hands together as she offered no response. The other, however, took up the crystal and looked it over.]
...Right. So... the crystal. We know crystals. Home's full of them. What should we do with it to... condense... smush... stitch...? Souls together...?
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But the violet in her eyes clarified with the touch to her forehead. One word, and she nodded and joined him on their short journey.
Even now, that other half of her stood in the halls where she had been waiting, leaning against a wall with arms folded. A quick glance was all that she offered before she quietly scoffed.]
...Of fucking course you look like a barmaid.
It kept us safe, you know. Being called a 'savage' for so long forces your hand to look and act less like one. Unlike you.
[The khatun laughed, gleeful yet sharp.]
We're a savage no matter how many pretty dresses we wear! If you'd stop denying me, you understand how to wear such a title with pride.
...You scare people.
Let them fear me. I only act against the deserving. Besides... I don't scare him.
[The khatun smirked and gestured to the miqo'te.]
Did Curious Gorge teach you nothing? I'm part of you no matter what, so you need to put on your big girl panties and let people fear you, maybe even hate you for being yourself. Because, hey, FUCK THEM. The people that matter will be by our side. ...And maybe you'll throw wide the gates and test sweet Raha's fortitude, too. We've been so gentle so far...
AHEM. Hey, let's... let's tug the reins on that for a second. There's something we need to do, preferably without sending the man running and screaming.
[The khatun rolled her eyes but pushed away from the wall, rubbing her hands together as she offered no response. The other, however, took up the crystal and looked it over.]
...Right. So... the crystal. We know crystals. Home's full of them. What should we do with it to... condense... smush... stitch...? Souls together...?