Woe addresses her hands when she speaks, the ever-present low grade disgruntlement that is her calling card firmly intact. Her gaze slides over and up to 2B like droplets of oil in water, and as silently and smoothly slips away.
“Little girls and women with swords.” Woe muses. Across the room from both of them, the fluttering scrap of pink that so often accompanies her stirs, fanning out her wings in an idle arc. “Desperation and salvation. It’s only natural, to look to strength.”
It doesn’t seem as if nature is a thing Woe approves of, in the abstract.
“I’m used to it. You, on the other hand-“ she pops her shoulders back with an audible click “-indulge my curiosity. Why deflect?”
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Woe addresses her hands when she speaks, the ever-present low grade disgruntlement that is her calling card firmly intact. Her gaze slides over and up to 2B like droplets of oil in water, and as silently and smoothly slips away.
“Little girls and women with swords.” Woe muses. Across the room from both of them, the fluttering scrap of pink that so often accompanies her stirs, fanning out her wings in an idle arc. “Desperation and salvation. It’s only natural, to look to strength.”
It doesn’t seem as if nature is a thing Woe approves of, in the abstract.
“I’m used to it. You, on the other hand-“ she pops her shoulders back with an audible click “-indulge my curiosity. Why deflect?”