Lisa Bortiforte
She/Her
31
August 30
Camphrier Town, Kalos
Bi/Heteroromantic
Bioterrorist
Underboss
Bury me in the roses and rot; I'll come back thorned.
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Elisabeth Fiorelli
oleander [m]
POSTED ON Mar 22, 2022 14:01:47 GMT
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[attr="class","bgtk-lyric2"]Rocket Recruitment II
[attr="class","bgtk-post"] The Galarian ID Elisabeth had procured worked, in many ways, quite fortuitously for her.[break][break] It hadn't been difficult to fit into the mold of this other dark-haired woman; street fashions in Galar had proven informative, decidedly modern and sharp, and a far cry from the flowy fabrics and traditional feminine silhouettes that Elisabeth usually selected for herself.[break][break] An expensive, sleek black wing cascaded down her back in soft ringlets, the icy glare of her blue eyes as bright as ever as she met Cillian Quinn's coolly. Only when the flash of recognition sparked in his gaze did she feel comfortable enough to sit opposite him, smiling.[break][break] Her voice was devoid of its usual Kalosian lilt, instead clipped and succinct in reply: "Of course." It was an easy answer to both statements. Elisabeth had arrived early because she valued Gavin's time, and she had of course brought the requested item, because she was nothing if not diligent.[break][break] A pale hand reached into her purse, drawing forth a tiny vial. Sparkling in the light, it looked like nothing more than a pretty bauble, but Elisabeth knew Gavin would recognize it for the damning instrument of pain that it was. Either a slow torture or a slow death was guaranteed to whomever drank its dark contents, spared only by the antidote that Elisabeth had likewise brought with her as a contingency plan.[break][break] Mercy, somehow, felt an unlikely part of their agenda today.[break][break] "Are we in a rush," Elisabeth continued breezily as she placed the vial in his palm, "or do I have time to order tea?"[break][break] The nonchalance of her question belied her nerves. There was a part of Elisabeth, however faint, that always felt the flutter of panic before missions like this one. That feared the monster she had cultivated within herself would not emerge when necessary, but be replaced instead by a frightened girl terrified of the shadows she had found herself trapped in.[break][break] A silly fear, that. The more time when on, the less that girl seemed to exist in Elisabeth at all. No, perhaps it was not a fear of being weak in the slightest -- it might be more accurate to say it was a fear of her own excitement.[break][break] That dark coil of thrill sang in her heart like a violin, aching with anticipation for the reprisal of a rising, bittersweet chorus. Whatever cruel task Cillian Quinn had in store for her, there was a secret part of her that delighted in the depravity.[break][break] Why, she looked forward to it, even. |
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even in the ruins, flowers blossom and flourish
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