❛ fancy seeing you out and about this late , milord. ❜ ever does the snake slither in the garden , the other none so wise as to avoid his hissing. hands bloodied , tinged from missions undertaken in the midst of war. death accompanied him like a shadow , if only to spare the exalt of the shame that came with such sins. ( a plegian pledged loyalty to the exalt. ironic , wasn’t it? ) ❛ i can see that look in your eyes. go on , ask me why i’m returning to camp so late. though , i promise you won’t want all of the sordid details. ❜ / @ylisseom !










