hues of crimson fell `pon every movement — every timid action , from the base of nerves ... she could always sense that FEAR , the DISPLEASURE of the presence of her SERVANT — it shouldn’t matter so much to her , but the thought lingered . ceased to fade .
❝ that would be the best option , yes . ❞ though her MAINFRAME was ... vast in size , she lacked the cold , intense aura of the AVATAR . weak , in a simple sense . there was certainly a hint of hostility to allowing this HUMAN so close — the prison would hold her . forget such troublesome thoughts .
action `pon ivory crown , she gestured for the other to follow — SERVANT taking unjust lead . heels trudging seemed to be the only form of sound from profile . no speech , no breathing ... silence , it ran thicker than the matter between marrow .
@ardorbred