#irharel

[cigran]

Why haven't you ever invited me back to your home or spend the night? I'm very warm and nice to snuggle with, as you may know.

... You are NEVER allowed to know where I live.

I won’t go to your home either. ...But I know you’re warm.

[cigran]

Hm. I guess that'd make the hunt funner, wouldn't it. You know, if I didn't know any better, I might think that you actually might be taking some sort of joy in all of this.

Joy...? ...No.Satisfaction, maybe...

[cigran]

You'd have an easier time completing it if you could feel the traitors out yourself you know. Then you wouldn't have to wait for me to point them out to you. Wouldn't that be exciting?

Can find them using different methods.

[cigran]

Why not? What's stopping you?

My goal.

[cigran]

Don't you ever get tired of it? The constant meditating? Always trying to push out thoughts? Always fighting yourself? Wouldn't it be easier to just... stop? Let yourself relax. Come on, baby, you don't have to be alone.

I do... but...I can’t.

[cigran]

You ever find yourself thinking, "You know who'd be a great help with these lanterns? My boyfriend with the fire proficiency."

............They’re made of plant.

[treeflove]

Doodle from the other day of Irrrryyyyy ( @weare-legion )

[cigran]

@irharel

Tired.

The morning fog did nothing to help him steady his breathing. His forearm flexed, gloved hands adjusting their sap-soaked grip on the handles of his needle like blades. The daggers came free from the torso of his victim with a squelch.

Cigran narrowed his focus as much as he could through the haze of his adrenaline rush, scouring the back of the corpse he made. An ex-courtier of course, further proof of Cigran’s philosophy that one can never truly break from nightmare’s grasp. They always fight back when pushed into a corner, the look in their eyes always the same flesh-hungry lust that the court makes sure to instill in its recruits. This one was no exception, even if they’d ‘left’.

He turned the body over. He knew this sylvari - a nervous wreck from the Weeping Isle living dangerously close to the Soundless. More proof that his cause is just. Yet still his arms shook, holding his weapons too tightly as his amber eyes narrowed.

He looked over to his partner then, but turned back around quickly. Stupid. What was he looking for, a reaction? That’s what separated him from the Nightmare Court. He could still feel when he killed, even if sometimes he wished he couldn’t.

Rather this discomfort over being a courtier. Anything is better than falling that deep.