[ from the moment she was old enough to hold a rapier, princess hecate triphosphera has trained for that exact purpose. it isn't that she particularly enjoys fighting; in fact, truth be told, she finds it utterly distasteful except for those rare cases where she gets to humiliate a challenger. but endless hours of practice have molded her, and countless drills have been beaten and berated into her until they were woven into the very cells of her body, and what is left is less a human being and more a finely tuned machine. her rapier is an extension of her body, as a cavalier's must be. and she, in turn, is an extension of her necromancer, as a cavalier should be. she must always be ready; she must stand unflinching, an eternal sentinel at her charge's side. one flesh, one end.
and all of this is the only thing that keeps her from falling prostrate - keeps her upright when her knees begin to shake, when she finds her breath forced out of her lungs - before his celestial kindliness, the first reborn, the necrolord prime, as he approaches her. ]
That's! Wow! [ oh, god. is she hyperventilating? how incredibly embarrassing. she tries to regulate her breath, as best as she can while she's, you know. face to face with a living deity. ] I'm glad! You think so!
[ against all odds, she manages to keep that awkward smile on her face - even as tears start to form and fall from the corners of her eyes. sorry, god! involuntary response! totes embarrassing! she finally manages a full sentence, after a moment and a particularly sharp breath, and it even sounds like she's mostly talking normally: ]
God, you wouldn't believe how garbage the food is.
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and all of this is the only thing that keeps her from falling prostrate - keeps her upright when her knees begin to shake, when she finds her breath forced out of her lungs - before his celestial kindliness, the first reborn, the necrolord prime, as he approaches her. ]
That's! Wow! [ oh, god. is she hyperventilating? how incredibly embarrassing. she tries to regulate her breath, as best as she can while she's, you know. face to face with a living deity. ] I'm glad! You think so!
[ against all odds, she manages to keep that awkward smile on her face - even as tears start to form and fall from the corners of her eyes. sorry, god! involuntary response! totes embarrassing! she finally manages a full sentence, after a moment and a particularly sharp breath, and it even sounds like she's mostly talking normally: ]
God, you wouldn't believe how garbage the food is.