starter: @edatheowl
“Your shop is quaint as ever, Edalyn,” came the smooth (arrogant) voice from the door. Lilith, of all people. The sister, the would-be captor. If she tried harder, that is. “Edalyn, don’t you ever get tired of being surrounded by... mess? Junk? I’m surprised at you. But then again, not and never will be. Anyhow, I suppose you could call this a mercy. I snuck away to check on you... after... everything that happend.”





















