the magician.

[CONSTANCE LEITHOLD] ❝master assassin of the king's small council❞ ⸻ vrajiit (tattoo manipulation)

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𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐃𝐔𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍

presenting CONSTANCE LEITHOLD, the master assassin of the king's small council. an thirty-five-year-old vrajiit woman who originated from crysala. always has an joyful grin on her face and she wears it like a warning sign. wields bladed tarot cards as her weapon because fate can be funny. WRITTEN BY ASH (EST, she + her pronouns, 27 years old).

↳ 𝐁𝐈𝐎𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐏𝐇𝐘. 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓. 𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐓. 𝐍𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐆𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍.

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𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐖𝐇𝐎 𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐔𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐀𝐒 𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐏𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄

𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐋𝐘𝐍𝐍 (𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐆𝐔𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐋𝐄𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐒): "Evelynn is a predatory demon, finding pleasure in others' pain. She inflicts pain on others to satiate her unending hunger and feel pleasure. While she lures in her prey with promises of sexual pleasure, she does not perform sex, likely because she doesn't find pleasure in it."

𝐈𝐑𝐎𝐍 𝐁𝐔𝐋𝐋 (𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐆𝐎𝐍 𝐀𝐆𝐄 𝐈𝐍𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐒𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍):  "Bull is a superb spy, a great warrior, and a smart strategist... his most profound gift is that of a great actor, one who always seems to be flawlessly in-character, always apparently the same persona, yet who can play infinite variations on that character without blinking, and who can improvise at a moment’s notice."

𝐊𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐄 𝐏𝐈𝐄𝐑𝐂𝐄 (𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐕𝐀𝐌𝐏𝐈𝐑𝐄 𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒): "Throughout her centuries-long life, Katherine has always been tough, feisty, independent, and smart. If a task needs doing, she'll find a way to accomplish it, usually through a combination of uncompromising will and skilled manipulation of people and circumstances. Her personal motto - "Better you die than I" - does well to encapsulate her instinct for self-preservation as well as the detached cruelty which many vampires choose to adopt. But in her private moments, there is yet a glimpse of the human girl who once said that life is too cruel to live without love."

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antilullaby​:

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fingers   clutch   her   journal   tightly,   its   almost   like   a   security   blanket.   hugging   it   to   her   chest.   “   i   apologize   constance.   i   had   no   intention   of   scaring   you.   ”   a   slow   shake   of   her   head   in   apology   offered   swallowing   as   she   leans   forward   slightly.   the   other   always   unnerved   her   only   …..   slightly.   she   was   a   wild   card;   unpredictable.   therefore   elanor   would   tread   that   much   more   carefully.   “   violence   isn’t   the   solution   my   friend.   especially   in   such   tremulous   times.   who   or   what   has   elicited   such   emotion   from   you?   ”   

a   fluttering   pause   settling   between   them.   “   i   can   help   you,   maybe?   ”   her   laughter   rings   between   them   and   she   shifts   in   her   seat,   crossing   her   ankles   in   idle   thought.   “   they’re   merely   there   to   challenge   you,   no?   and   you   have   always   risen   to   a   challenge,   in   the   time   i’ve   known   you.   maybe   i   can   offer   words   of   comfort?   advice?   ”   *

      "Words of comfort? Advice?" Constance echoed Elanor's words in an annoyed tone. She sneered at the woman for a solid minute until she started to chuckle with a beaming smile. 

      "Oh, sweetling." She purred. "How very endearing."

      Constance opened her pouch and pulled out two items one by one. The first item was a dagger. It was a curved dagger with a silver and red hilt. A reminder of an ugly memory. The second item was a fruit. A perfectly round orange. She tossed the orange up and caught it in her hand. 

      “There are certain challenges that many must face," She started peeling the orange with the dagger. "However, for an individual like myself, talking about such matters is of no use to me."

      The orange's skin shredded off into a spiral, exposing the stringy white substance on the orange itself. Constance picked at the whites of the orange. She gradually removed the whites and flickered them to the ground. 

       "However, if you are in the mood to accompany me, there are rather more practical topics to discuss." She severed a slice out from the orange and offered the slice on the end of the dagger to Elanor. "Like, for instance, what have you been writing in that little book of yours?"

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healeds​:

         “  ——is that such a bad thing ? “   he muses,  already knowing the answer by many standards. it was never lost on him what kind of son his father had expected & the softness he received in return. it was a constant fight with himself to even stay so open to the world when it would be entirely easier to shut it all out, the pain, the guilt, the weight of it all. still his smile doesn’t waver, even if he has to stifle the roll of his eyes at the dramatics.         weight shifts, seeming to relax as palms bite into the ground to steady him, leaning back slightly. emir’s features scrunch, even as mirth fills his tone with a lift of brow. “ a heartache leaves you so forlorn but a stab wound is commonplace ? “

   "How many times must I tell you this? A stab wound is a stab wound, darling." Constance scoffed, dropping her hand down. She rolled her brown eyes at him. "It happens. The blood, the pain, the cut. It is part of the job."

      She jabbed a finger at his chest and smiled. She placed both hands over her heart and released a low hum.

      “Now the piercing of the heart is another story," She went on, "It is, oh so, anguishing to undergo. But, of course, you wouldn't understand such a wound with your persistence of rejecting the desire within my heart that yearns out for you."

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vuotriste​:

@xthemagiciancard​ !! [ HUNGER ]

the  tavern  is  quiet  as  sylus  enters.  there  are  less  people  here  during  the  strange  hours  of  the  day,  but  it’s  a  reprieve  from  the  bustling  noise  of  the  castle  and  the  city.  he  revels  in  it,  even  if  it  means  that  he  has  to  grab  a  drink  or  two  to  stay.  

spotting  constance,  sylus  gathers  himself  and  settles  down  beside  her.  ever  lonely,  he  orders  two  drinks  and  slides  one  over  for  the  other.  his  eyebrows  lift  in  greeting  as  she  regards  him,  and  he  tips  his  mug  in  her  direction.  

“  on  me,  ”  he  says.

      "Ever the gentleman, " Constance cooed with pleasure, playing with a bladed Sun tarot card. "So, what brings you here to a place like this today?" 

      She propped an elbow up on the counter and leaned her face against her hand. "Oh, let me guess, you were looking for little old me?" 

      She playfully fluttered her eyes at Sylus as her mouth stretched across her face and into a large grin.

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healeds​:

          it was an accident,  stumbling upon such a private moment. emir wasn’t sure just what the letter could contain but it was decidedly none of his business, especially if it could cause constance to glare in such a way when he’d on one too many occasions heard her laugh about a stab wound. he ignores the burning question on his lips, instead approaching carefully with his own gaze drawn to the setting sun on the horizon as well. 

          “  care for some company ? ”   the offer to turn him away even as long limbs tuck themselves in rather elegantly, sitting beside the assassin with an easy smile on his lips.  emir’s quiet then,  a whisper in the wind when he speaks again.  “   i won’t push further … but if you’d like to speak about it,   i am here,   not just for physical ailments.  “

      She turned her head towards him and steadily held his gaze. There were many ways that Constance could describe the Vrajiit healer before her, though there was only one word that suited him the best. 

      "Oh Emir," She purred out his name with slight amusement in her voice. She leaned forward to him, a devious grin slowly spreading across her face. "Always the tenderhearted one." 

      Constance released an exhausted sigh, easing away from him. She lifted the back of her hand to her forehead. "But if you must know, something is bothering me."

      She eased away, lifting a hand to her forehead. She pushed her bottom lip out into a pout and closed her eyes. Before she opened her mouth again, she faked a sniffle. 

      "I happen to be suffering from a certain heartache from a certain…someone." She sighed.

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antilullaby​:

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a   weathered   book   in   hand,   paper   warped   &   stained   from   countless   hours   work.   her   pen   moves   thoughtfully   as   sunset   spills   onto   the   pair.   glancing   up   briefly   it   coats   constance   in   a   warm   glow   and   she   smiles   lightly   …..   friendly….   before   going   back   to   her   work.   “   and   what   is   it?   ” 

elanor   questions   quietly   not   bothering   to   look   back   up.   she   didn’t   want   to   loose   her   train   of   thought.   but   it   didn’t   mean   she   didn’t   care   any   less.   the   other   sits   across   from   her   with   space   between   them   a   low   to   the   ground   table   and   more   seating   surrounds   them.   her   glasses   tickle   her   nose….   slowly   slipping   down   and   she   gently   pushes   them   back   flush   to   her   face.   “   what’s   upset   you?   you   can   tell   me   dear.   ”   alas   pen   pauses   and   she   glances   back   to   her,   lips   pursed   lightly   in   question.   *    

     "For fuck's sake! Someone ought to put a bell on you or something!" Constance looked—no, regarded the glasses-wearing woman. It was almost as she appeared out of thin air. She didn't know whether or not to respect her or consider her a possible threat.

      "And me? Upset?" Constance placed a hand against her chest and furrowed her brows. "Well, I hardly doubt that I am because there would be a dead body in front of me. Or there will be one soon enough."

      She flashed her teeth at the woman, tilting her head innocently to the side. Then she threw her head back and started to laugh maniacally. "But, no, there are no problems or sob stories to speak of here. Simply worthless information from unserviceable strangers. It seems that the world keeps on allowing such people to exist..."

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𝕬𝖙 𝕴𝖆𝖗𝖓𝖆 𝕶𝖊𝖊𝖕, 𝕾𝖚𝖓𝖘𝖊𝖙

    Three. Five. Ten. Constance couldn't recall the precise number of times she read the letter from her parents months after her native home fell to the Ottolan Empire. For so long, she attempted to make sense of the reasoning behind the inked words on the parchment over and over; nonetheless, she could not comprehend it. It has been decades since she heard from her parents. Why bother contacting her now? And for what? To inform her that they escaped? Evaded possible death? Nothing from the letter had any logic to it.

    Constance glared down at the letter in her hands before rolling her eyes, tucking it back into the waist pouch attached to her belt. Looking out to the horizon of Iarna Keep, high above on the solid upright part of the battlement, she tucked the useless questions deep inside her head and led her thoughts to more relevant matters.

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if you don’t terrify people a little bit then what’s the point.

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∗ 53﹕ sender buys receiver a drink at a bar . (aleksei & constance~)

      “Aw, how sweet,” purred Constance, a beaming smile on her face. Tilting her head, she examined the young man's face and tapped his nose with a finger. She leaned her elbows on the counter and placed her face in her hands.

      “But you’re still not getting my position. Though, I am happy enough to show you other types of positions that would be…” She quickly eyed him up and down before giving him a wink. “Better suited for you.”

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76 or 94 + claudia !!!

    “Either you have an actual death wish,” She pulled a card out from the back of her right hand and smirked. “Or you’re just a straight-up masochistic."

    She flipped the card that displayed a skeleton cradling another skeleton with a snake wrapping both their necks. Underneath the image were two words written in gold paint: The Devil. Her smirk grew wider. "Either way, more fun for me."

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    “Oh.” Constance arched a brow and rested an arm around the woman’s neck. A coy smile curved her lips. She pushed a strand of Claudia's icy blond hair behind her ear and studied her face with narrowed eyes. Behind Claudia's head, Constance pulled out a card from her left hand resting on the woman’s shoulder. She tilted her head to the side to view what was on the card. Two sliced open skulls poured golden liquid into a skull with a flower crown. Three of Cups.

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∗ 25﹕ sender  rolls  their  eyes  at  receiver . & tanguy lol

If only he wasn’t someone she had grown fond of when they were younger, she’d have no trouble truly threatening him with her bladed cards or sweet-sounding malicious remarks. But something awful in her heart prevented her from doing so. There was a part of her that wished she could rip it out. Bury it. Burn it. Anything to not have it make her feel weak from time to time.

“Unbelievable,” She kicked Tanguy as hard as she could in the shin. Though, there was another part of her that simply ignored it for the greater good. Well, for his good, that is. She crossed her arms and then pretended to examine her nails.

“Always gonna be the brainless one here, huh?” Constance pursed her lips together, raising a brow.

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22!

     "Oh, this?" Constance darkly chuckled, waving her hand. Multiple cuts covered her fingers, crimson liquid oozing out from them. She hardly noticed the sharp pain throbbing in both her hands since she faced worse than such minor wounds.

     "It is a common occurrence." Her brown eyes twinkled as she flashed a playful smile. She reached for the poultice and continued. "Crafting weapons is never a harmless activity to do for me. Though, the outcome of it all can be quite entertaining."

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∗ 96﹕ sender  tackles  receiver  out  of  the  way  of  danger . (( from viggo ))

     It took only mere seconds for Constance to realize why exactly she was laid face forward on the ground, along with something heavy pressed against her back. The big, calloused hands brushing against her nimble, gentle hands provided an insightful clue of what just happened. The sudden chivalrous act from the Colonel General caused Constance to furrow her brows while her jaw tensed. Nonetheless, the corners of her mouth twitched.

      “Well, well, if you are so eager to get your hands on me, then all you had to do was ask,” teased Constance, glancing over her shoulder. A cunning grin settled on her lips. “I am sure we can arrange a more…ideal time for such a matter, would you agree?”

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𝟏𝟎𝟎 𝑵𝑶𝑵𝑽𝑬𝑹𝑩𝑨𝑳 𝑷𝑹𝑶𝑴𝑷𝑻𝑺 .    (  a  collection  of  100  nonverbal  action  prompts .   mature  and  potentially  triggering  themes  are  present .   add  “ + reverse ”  to  swap  assigned  roles .)

∗ o1﹕ sender  tucks  hair  out  of  receiver’s  face . ∗ o2﹕ sender  offers  receiver  a  bite  from  their  fork . ∗ o3﹕ sender  places  their  feet / legs  in  receiver's  lap . ∗ o4﹕ sender  offers  receiver  an  earbud  to  share  their  music . ∗ o5﹕ sender  comforts  receiver  in  the  aftermath  of  a  nightmare . ∗ o6﹕ sender  gives  receiver  company  in  the  hospital . ∗ o7﹕ sender  wraps  their  arms  around  a  hysterical  receiver  to  calm  them . ∗ o8﹕ sender  shows  up  at  receiver’s  home  late  at  night . ∗ o9﹕ sender  falls  asleep  leaning  against  receiver . ∗ 1o﹕ sender  wields  a  [ gun / knife ]  at  receiver . ∗ 11﹕ sender  runs  their  fingers  through  receiver’s  hair . ∗ 12﹕ sender  invites  receiver  to  dance . ∗ 13﹕ sender  takes  a  [ picture / video ]  of  receiver . ∗ 14﹕ sender  places  their  head  in  receiver’s  lap . ∗ 15﹕ sender  and  receiver  make  eye  contact  across  a  busy  room . ∗ 16﹕ sender  pushes  receiver  against  a  wall  to  kiss  them . ∗ 17﹕ sender  and  receiver  cook  together . ∗ 18﹕ sender  comes  to  receiver  after  being  injured . ∗ 19﹕ sender  sits  in  receiver’s  lap . ∗ 2o﹕ sender  lifts  receiver's  chin ,  invoking  eye  contact . ∗ 21﹕ sender  overtakes  receiver  in  combat . ∗ 22﹕ sender  finds  receiver  [ injured / bloodied ] . ∗ 23﹕ sender  straightens  an  article  of  receiver’s  clothes . ∗ 24﹕ sender  crawls  into  bed  with  receiver . ∗ 25﹕ sender  rolls  their  eyes  at  receiver . ∗ 26﹕ sender  lights  receiver’s  [ cigarette / joint ] . ∗ 27﹕ sender  is  caught  wearing  receiver's  clothes . ∗ 28﹕ sender  strikes  receiver  with  a  pillow . ∗ 29﹕ sender  writes  a  note  on  receiver’s  skin :  [ note ] . ∗ 3o﹕ sender  wraps  a  blanket  around  receiver’s  shoulders . ∗ 31﹕ sender  runs  and  jumps  into  receiver’s  arms . ∗ 32﹕ sender  shoves  receiver  out  of  anger . ∗ 33﹕ sender  hovers  over  receiver’s  shoulder  as  they  complete  a  task . ∗ 34﹕ sender  is  found  by  receiver  somewhere  they  shouldn’t  be . ∗ 35﹕ sender  curls  up  against  receiver  in  their  sleep . ∗ 36﹕ sender  is  found  drunk  by  receiver . ∗ 37﹕ sender  throws  an  item  of  sentiment  bitterly  at  receiver . ∗ 38﹕ sender  joins  receiver  in  the  shower . ∗ 39﹕ sender  is  caught  following  receiver . ∗ 4o﹕ sender  traces  one  of  receiver’s  [ scars / bruises ] . ∗ 41﹕ sender  twines  their  fingers  with  receiver’s . ∗ 42﹕ sender  barges  into  receiver’s  home  unannounced . ∗ 43﹕ sender  kicks  receiver’s  shin  beneath  a  table . ∗ 44﹕ sender  aggressively  shoves  past  receiver . ∗ 45﹕ sender  kisses  receiver’s  [ forehead / cheek ] . ∗ 46﹕ sender  pulls  receiver  out  of  harm’s  way . ∗ 47﹕ sender  is  found  sobbing  by  receiver . ∗ 48﹕ sender  locks  receiver  out  of  their  room . ∗ 49﹕ sender  brings  receiver  [ coffee / tea ]  in  the  morning . ∗ 5o﹕ sender  rests  their  forehead  against  receiver’s . ∗ 51﹕ sender  plays  a  song  for  receiver  that  reminds  them  of  them :  [ song ] . ∗ 52﹕ sender  takes  a  [ punch / stab / bullet ]  meant  for  receiver . ∗ 53﹕ sender  buys  receiver  a  drink  at  a  bar . ∗ 54﹕ sender  needs  receiver’s  help  getting  in  the  bath . ∗ 55﹕ sender  and  receiver  cross  paths  in  the  kitchen  late  at  night . ∗ 56﹕ sender  twists  receiver’s  arm  behind  their  back . ∗ 57﹕ sender  winks  at  receiver . ∗ 58﹕ sender  is  found  collapsed  by  receiver . ∗ 59﹕ sender  prevents  an  injured  receiver  from  getting  up . ∗ 6o﹕ sender  claps  a  hand  over  receiver’s  mouth  to  silence  them . ∗ 61﹕ sender  cages  receiver  against  a  [ wall / the floor ]  with  their  arms . ∗ 62﹕ sender  storms  away  from  receiver  during  an  argument . ∗ 63﹕ sender  is  found  by  receiver  sleeping  in  receiver’s  bed . ∗ 64﹕ sender  [ applies / touches up ]  receiver’s  makeup . ∗ 65﹕ sender  throws  receiver  into  a  wall  during  combat . ∗ 66﹕ sender  dances  sensually  with  receiver . ∗ 67﹕ sender  strikes  receiver  across  the  face . ∗ 68﹕ sender  places  their  hand  on  receiver’s  leg  while  driving . ∗ 69﹕ sender  pulls  a  chair  out  from  under  receiver . ∗ 7o﹕ sender  catches  receiver’s  wrist  when  they  turn  to  leave . ∗ 71﹕ sender  leaves  an  intimate  mark  on  receiver . ∗ 72﹕ sender  beats  receiver  in  a  video  game . ∗ 73﹕ sender  and  receiver  stand  in  stunned  silence  after  a  fight . ∗ 74﹕ sender  cares  for  receiver  while  they’re  sick . ∗ 75﹕ sender  and  receiver  go  on  a  hike . ∗ 76﹕ sender  is  caught  snooping  in  receiver’s  things . ∗ 77﹕ sender  and  receiver  cuddle  while  watching  television . ∗ 78﹕ sender  throws  something  aggressively  at  receiver . ∗ 79﹕ sender  creeps  up  behind  receiver  to  scare  them . ∗ 8o﹕ sender  and  receiver  go  shopping  together . ∗ 81﹕ sender  helps  receiver  [ dye / style ]  their  hair . ∗ 82﹕ sender  draws  receiver  into  a  kiss  by  the  back  of  their  neck . ∗ 83﹕ sender  is  discovered  having  a  panic  attack  by  receiver . ∗ 84﹕ sender  accidentally  injures  receiver  during  sparring . ∗ 85﹕ sender  grabs  receiver  roughly  by  the  hair . ∗ 86﹕ sender  brings  receiver  to  their  knees  during  combat . ∗ 87﹕ sender  shows  receiver  evidence  of  a  lie  they  told . ∗ 88﹕ sender  winks  [ seductively / mockingly ]  at  receiver . ∗ 89﹕ sender  yells  at  receiver  to  put  their  hands  in  the  air . ∗ 9o﹕ sender  helps  receiver  patch  up  a  wound . ∗ 91﹕ sender  holds  receiver  as  they  cry . ∗ 92﹕ sender  silently  and  angrily  points  receiver  towards  the  door . ∗ 93﹕ sender  gestures  for  receiver  to  sit  down . ∗ 94﹕ sender  pulls  receiver  into  their  lap . ∗ 95﹕ sender  cradles  receiver’s  face . ∗ 96﹕ sender  tackles  receiver  out  of  the  way  of  danger . ∗ 97﹕ sender  has  hidden  an  injury  from  receiver ,  and  receiver  finds  out . ∗ 98﹕ sender  confronts  receiver  about  their  unhealthy  behavior . ∗ 99﹕ sender  proposes  to  receiver . ∗ 1oo﹕ sender  has  just  died ,  receiver  finds  out .

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antilullaby​:

𝚕𝚘𝚌𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗: the road matase 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎:  after event three

their   view   is   clear;      —crystalline.   &   all   at   once   like   a   shadow   she   emerges   into   an   apparition   before   them,   the   frame   of   her   murky   lines   blending   and   twisting   …..   before   becoming   fully   solid.   stepping   forward   slowly   eyes   are   hard   set   on   them.   iris   is   stoic   and   unnerving,   jaw   clenching   and   unclenching   as   she   comes   to   a   pause.

knife   twisting   in   warning   in   her   left   hand,   skilled   fingers   dancing   the   blade   with   practiced   carefulness.   “   state   your   business.   ”   tone   sharp   as   blade   held,   tall   frame   roots   in   place,   chin   lifting   in   question.   *    

Laughter spilled from the red-painted lips of Constance. No joy came out with it. Only a cold bitterness to meet the air. She stepped forward, twirling a bladed tarot card in her hand. She carefully studied the individual before her with narrowed eyes and began to grin.

     “So…tense.” Constance cooed, staring at the held blade. She lifted her gaze to a pair of dark brown eyes. The corners of her eyes crinkled as her grin widened. “Though, if you wish to use that blade truly, well, it’d be such a shame to stop you from threatening me with a good time.”