Jun 4, 2024
'when i was a child, i talked to th'angels,' voice is velvet smooth, filled with georgian honey, as atticus addresses lily. not an ounce of anything besides sotuhern friendliness lends itself to his gaze, though look beneath he surface of icy blue eyes, and one might find something far more sinister. 'now, they talk t'me. can't help passin' on th'lord's word, miss bonacorso. i just hope you can understand what m'tryin' t'do here, that's all,' a moment's pause, his smile growing. 'this ain't gotta get ugly. i think we can agree on that,' @bladedflower.