“ why, of course they deserved it. just look what this hideous blood of theirs did to my shoes. ”
␥⚔️ [ ... ] 𝖋𝖑𝖆𝖒𝖊-𝖋𝖔𝖔𝖙𝖊𝖉 𝖕𝖗𝖎𝖓𝖈𝖊 𝖟𝖆𝖌𝖗𝖊𝖚𝖘, hair seemingly ablaze with florescent gore beneath the eternally crepuscular grotto in which they currently rest, fixes lady bayonetta (her own ebon veil-like beneath the muted incandesce) with a smile that can only be described as both charmingly boyish while simultaneously deiform. it's a look that certainly comes both from the lady persephone and lord hades himself, their certain pastiche of man meets god not a pittance in the veritable eyes of the hydra-slayer. ❛ it's barely sportsmanlike to keep shredding through them like paper, lady bayonetta. at least give them a fighting chance. ❜ the prince’s smile falls, if only for a brief moment as he considers her [ very lovely ] heels. ❛ i doubt giving them a wash in the styx will do much good, unfortunately. ❜
