“Heavenly and yet so incapable of protecting her brother.”
A disapproving shake of her head before the edge of the sword further embeds itself into his skin.
“Maybe I can satisfy myself with part of your soul and part of your body.”
“Where is your sister from, anyway? She doesn’t sound like she belongs to this .. world.”
Her palm extends itself and her sword appears on it, before she pins it against his neck,
“I would think again. I think your soul is right there, in you.”
“Not fair.”
She says with a smile, she had managed to straddle him anyway, sinking down on his lap.
Illyana gulps softly, slowly approaching him while still crawling on her knees.
“Hm. So your soul is still with your sister? And not with you?”
She asks, coming to stop in front of him—looking down at him.
“What do you mean?”
Her head tilts, the glow behind her eyes dimming at the mystery he presents in front of myself.
“Speak plainly.”
“Why not? Your soul is yours alone.”
Glaring, climbing atop his bed, slowly crawling towards him. She’s trying her best to be menacing.
Your soul.
When she says that, her eyes glow a classic icy blue——like they would when she would wield her sword.
Give me your soul and I’ll leave you alone.
Can he pretend to act a bit scared?
Pfft. She’s crossed her arms and standing at the foot of his bed, staring angrily.
♡ @bigdumbbigguy.bsky.social
Ssh, you talk too much for a victim of a haunting.
Could you at least pretend to be scared? For my sake?
Raided @bigdumbbigguy.bsky.social closet and now ready to spook him out. 😈
She didn’t know. She’ll raid in his closet in that case.
Fine, she will be there to haunt him tonight. 👻
Oh? Is he capable of that?
It’s all fake.
Only adorable. Not spooky enough for him.
Hmph. Mad now. 😤
No, silly, I was trying to be spooky, it’s American word for scary. Like a ghost.
Making a scary face at him.
All she wanted to do was spook him. Sees he had other plans.
Wouldn’t be as scary, then.
Middle of the bed then?
As always, you’re too sweet.
Not weird or whacky?
Going to haunt you tonight looking like this in the corner of your room.
What? She’s bendy.
Hmph.
She should be able to bully him a little. Small sister rights, you know.
You have too many of them. Let me unload some.
Now, I didn’t want this to turn into something you hold yourself responsible for, Pitor.
Even if the muse themselves don’t think they are .. muse-like?
