❝ i... i beg your pardon. where did you say you were from again? ❞ disbelieving look frames the face of the woman who communes with gods. she meets ilona’s eyes ( hopes that she is actually meeting them, ignores the way discomfort twists up her spine at the blank white )
❝ i’m not quite sure i heard you correctly the first time. ❞
@shiningon for ilona












