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[luneary]

( Answered ) : cute action prompts ( Accepting ) sender practices eyeliner on receiver.

Columbina fidgets in place. She's never been good with makeup, let alone staying in place for one to apply it on her. This might as well be the fourth time Xiao has had to reapply the eyeliner, since she keeps moving around and smudging it. It's a bit comedic - almost, how Columbina can't sit still to save her life.

"How much longer will this take..?"

@fadedghcst

[luxiingzhe]

Continued from [X] ll @fadedghcst

"Me? Just a couple of scratches and cuts. You're the one I'm more concerned about..."

The blonde was hardly convinced by his earlier response response - taking note of the way his face scrunched up in pain for a split second just now. Those bruises did not just look painful, they most definitely were.

"I believe you should have Dr. Baizhu take a look at those. Just to rule out any potential internal injuries or fractures."

Adeptus or not - he took a heavy hit just now.

"In the meantime..." After a brief moment of rummaging through her stuff, she pulled out a small container, removing the lid. "You should smear some of this on it. It's an ointment meant to soothe the initial pain and aid with the healing as well. I actually got it from Bubu Pharmacy not too long ago."

[dreadnoughtjelly]

⋅˚₊‧ ଳ⋆.ೃ࿔*･⊱  ۫ ׅ ✧ @fadedghcst asked: ❛ no honor among thieves, and even less among gods. ❜ 

『 the knight and the moth. | accepting. 』

“You say that as if honor is truly as… lovely as the virtuous make it out to be.” A smile at her lips, a speculative hum that could be parsed as a laugh if she'd been amused enough. Perhaps a small part of her is, given the glimmer of something greater than herself in her gaze.

“Honor is but a shackle.” One of many. A tie that binds. A way of keeping people from falling to their most base desires, a way to separate man from monster. A thin veneer that, with the right pressures in the right amounts, would crack to reveal the truth of one’s character. Isolde is well aware of her own monstrous nature, a force chained, a beast whose nature could be obscene or hallowed depending on the flux of the tides. 

“So, allow me to ask, what is it that shackles you? Is it honor?” She takes a step closer, too close to be polite, far enough away to not be intrusive. Her smile widens but a fraction, lips pulling back instead of up. The beginnings of a snarl instead of a smile. A glimpse beneath the surface, a hint of her nature buried under oceanic waters. 

“Or is it something else that binds you?”