[ A few short words, uttered in his painfully silky voice, and the wind feels knocked out of her. Gentiana's comforting touch, a hand on her shoulder, could soothe the worst of Lunafreya's unease - but there is no such presence. No such option. She's alone, or alone enough, with his voice in her head. It's a nightmare, realised.
Despite that, she conducts herself as appropriate of the Oracle; as a former lady of Tenebrae. She will not give Ardyn the satisfaction of hearing fear in her voice. ]
Lord Chancellor. [ the imbued "fuck you" in those two words, otherwise impeccably thought, are not imagined ] I hope these similarities will afford us a chance for peace.
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Despite that, she conducts herself as appropriate of the Oracle; as a former lady of Tenebrae. She will not give Ardyn the satisfaction of hearing fear in her voice. ]
Lord Chancellor. [ the imbued "fuck you" in those two words, otherwise impeccably thought, are not imagined ] I hope these similarities will afford us a chance for peace.