@thatprettylittlething || Lydia
Momentary contemplation makes hope increase greatly, the trickster’s silent consideration of her proposition visibly affecting the banshee. Eyes go slightly wide, lips parting as breathing halts, breath bated as she 𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐬 𝐩𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐚𝐥 𝐛𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧. His response however provides minimal relief, her detainment to be continued with no viable escape; how long is she to be 𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐃 here with him?
The calm demeanour of the Nogitsune which had lasted for a brief few seconds ends sharply as his tone shifts, rules detailed aggressively as banshee stiffens. “What?” The girl immediately shakes her head, forgetting previous threats as dread sets in. The entire time that Lydia has had these abilities she has felt responsible for the bodies she stumbles across — to actually have 𝒃𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒅 𝒐𝒏 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒔 because she doesn’t choose correctly? It’s inconceivable. “I’ve never studied tarot cards and I’ve got no interest in doing so,” she shoots back, 𝐟𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐯𝐨𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐬, “These are people’s lives, it’s not a game! I’m not going to let you use me as a pawn in your twisted, sadistic fantasies.”
“ Then everyone dies . Is that your choice ? “ A casual boredom , an indifference crept into the fox’s face ; this choice would have been boring , a killjoy , yet either way , he ‘d get what he wanted ; a little bit of fun . Moral boundaries did these people possess ; the death of countless would have been their colossal failure , their sheer defeat . They had no concealed advantages , no aces in the sleeve ; they were merely a bunch of kids - funny that they thought they could have won HIS game - .
The convulsive agony was entertaining ; the other’s despair merely adding to the fun . And yet, the nogitsune sustained the same casual apathy ; as if her reactions were of trivial importance . “ Just say the / yes / and we can move on . I am bringing the first trio in here and murdering them right away . “ A negligible shrug .
