@aecoria conttinued from here
her breath, bated, still holds all the ferocity of a bull ready to charge. RAGE, barely held in check, FESTERS hot and deep just beneath the skin. she burns, mouth blister-tight as her lips pull back to show wicked fangs. ivory GLEAMS and in that moment she is more animal than gem, more BEAST than STONE. her anger is quick-start fires and sparks that ignite from too-little fuel.
❛ oh, FINALLY the slick-tongued sorceress speaks? ❜ PATIENCE has never been a virtue that she’s possessed, so few of them that she has. ❛ any truths would be better than the POISON you usually see fit to feed me. ❜
the warrior has grown tired of these games --- her bones ache for PEACE. but her tongue, the sharp thing, battles on still. she has never known anything BUT the fight. a creature of absolutes and laws, the very idea of the unknown TERRIFIES her.
lapis lazuli is everything chaos and unruly, the very churning of the ocean waves themselves. by the stars, jasper is a fool to expect anything less than to be DROWNED by her. they are both beholden to their natures, after all.
