[ hecate out of the ash i rise isn't really sure what she expected from the church. something a little more... familiar? iconography from home, maybe, or at the very least some stupidly lavish show of wealth made to flex on everyone else in the district. (and to be fair, the bloodstones? excellent taste. it kind of makes her want to puke a little, which is the correct feeling in this sort of situation, so!)
what she's not expecting is an ominous red glow, like something awful and old and primal is calling out to her. and what she's really not expecting is the voice that speaks up from behind her. her sword arm twitches, her fingers preparing to grab at her rapier - but that isn't there anymore. she's defenseless and unarmed. she stands no chance here.
so instead of admitting defeat, or even taking a remotely defensive stance, she turns to meet the newcomer and speaks with all the third house venom she can muster in her blackened little heart. ]
I don't know. I mean... The bloodstones are a little gauche, don't you think?
take me to church
hecateout of the ash i rise isn't really sure what she expected from the church. something a little more... familiar? iconography from home, maybe, or at the very least some stupidly lavish show of wealth made to flex on everyone else in the district. (and to be fair, the bloodstones? excellent taste. it kind of makes her want to puke a little, which is the correct feeling in this sort of situation, so!)what she's not expecting is an ominous red glow, like something awful and old and primal is calling out to her. and what she's really not expecting is the voice that speaks up from behind her. her sword arm twitches, her fingers preparing to grab at her rapier - but that isn't there anymore. she's defenseless and unarmed. she stands no chance here.
so instead of admitting defeat, or even taking a remotely defensive stance, she turns to meet the newcomer and speaks with all the third house venom she can muster in her blackened little heart. ]
I don't know. I mean... The bloodstones are a little gauche, don't you think?