@aurasong — ( not answering questions is part of your brooding pillar of charm. )
❛ in time, my flower, ❜ he says, finger resting against her chin. he tilts her head up, as if to examine her close. the ominous red light seeping through his gaze grows brighter. khada jhin pulls away — back turning to her in one sweeping motion.
this is only the second time he's called her forth & still just as curious as ever. he's under the serious impression she hasn't been summon by any other mage before him. jhin truly had no intention of holding her hand — walking her through every detail of what it meant to be what she is. what the blood moon cult is. if it weren't for her raw power & a regrettable, death driven vow, he might not have.
❛ you're here, as promised. aren't you ? ❜ her silence is taken into consideration. four seconds pass before he decides something profound. this could be inspiring. khada jhin raises his arm as if to send her away, but instead his palm lays open. he spins to face her once more, bowing before offering his hand. the one which bears red claws cautiously tucked behind his back. an unseen smirk lifts beneath his shroud. ❛ let's start with the basics. but first, you must be . . . starving. ❜
