termiske-klor
breath was caught when eyes of pure fire came to gaze upon those of molten, expression purely unreadable minus the slight cant of her head. It was amazing how one person could bring the Queen to silence. Scars long since forgotten feel as if they have been sliced open once more, left to bleed scarlet into the earth from her veins. Oh, if one knew their history, they would expect violence as her reaction--but no. There comes no yelling, no baring of teeth or claws. The Dragon gives a faint scoff beneath her breath, gaze falling towards the ground as she lets her wings adjust.
" ---first a war breaks out & then you come around. Fate is a cruel mistress--it is almost as if she laughs at me. "
