she/her
thirty-five
november 9
sootopolis city
greysexual
priestess
civilian
tragedy baptizes the angels, and so too it will initiate me
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verona santillian
cinnamon, then ash.
pallid features warm as this dark sun treads deeper into the cave, but not where she cannot follow. she has only heard tale of the creature called entei. a creature that emerges from the smoldering embers of what once was and her thoughts wander to the spire and of the town that sits eerily quiet in the wreckage and the desecration that it invites in its absence. she does not seek the creature, nor does she call after it to entreat it in a pitiful attempt to bid for its sympathy and protection: these things do not understand those desires.
verona does not trail after sariel.
does not follow with her heavy footsteps, chasing the beast to an inevitable conclusion. but, she leads after, even where the light flickers out into a forbidding darkness. the crystals here breathe as entei does. the stones warm vermillion, the reflections of the two humans that chase passing through stone as an after-image. here, it looks as though verona chases sariel—fearful that she would be abandoned.
abruptly, a flash of smoke and the faintest feeling of oxygen being stolen from their lungs.
verona breathes.
she stares back, her ruby gaze trained steadily as the fire dances. burns bright and colorful.
fingers twitch, as she steps out to silently reach for it. grasping at the phantom flames of a dying star, she smiles warmly as though to say she does not fear that which cannot harm it. ( still, the skin reddens, and she expects it to start to pucker and welt when the time comes. ) priestess draws her hand away again.
she gestures with an open palm to lilith, but does not tear her eyes away: "to where do you run?"
a pleased, then pleasant hum as the warmth rakes across her hand. it does not hurt in a way that matters.
"all that awaits in the depths is that which repels you, little one. there are no songbirds in sootopolis. who will warn you when you tread too far? dragalge, a preview."
she whistles, and the cave reverberates in reply. the dewy, leafed monster does too.
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