@saengpi
❝ oooh ! i love your perfume ! what is that ? the stench of death ? ❞ she teased , knowing a human wouldn’t know what she meant . from her spot upon the bench she eyes the stranger with sharp teal hues peering through thin dark slits in clay mask . lips painted a scarlet curl up in a smirk but of course he wouldn’t be able to see it . she could smell it on him ; blood . perhaps it was his own or perhaps not . from what information she got from the scent she’d say it wasn’t his else it’d still be rather fresh . humans thought they could cleanse themselves fully of their actions , but something always lingers .












