Feb 19, 2024
@sorrowsick
the moment the woman walks through the door, he feels wrong. he may not be a saint anymore, but he that magic and power still resides in him, unused and untapped. he's able to feel when things aren't right in that sense, feel immense power in a way others can't. he doesn't enjoy it. he hopes, prays to the saints, that she doesn't approach him.
then she does.
kest sits up straight as she approaches him, this woman who is all sorts of wrong. fingers curl tighter around the cup of wine he's barely touched, wondering just when falcio and brasti are going to return. not soon enough. "good evening." he's too polite for his own good.