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And the stars are exploding in your eyes
It won't be long until you're running
It won't be long until you're running
This is where her mother had fought for her bones. She remembered it well; the colors glittering off the ivory skin Confutatis had worn, Mongrel cloaked in the shadows at the base of the Ancient Rotunda, and mother's lips curling into the cruelest of smiles as she danced into war. The Reaper— and he was the Reaper, for those images had been ingrained in her skull by Mongrel's hand, and he she never forget even while she mixed up Midas and Africa— he had scared her, shaken her, to the very depths of her core.
It was still beautiful here, even if tainted ever-so-faintly by that foul day where the magic had gone mad and blood ran almost black.
There is a brief pause as her head tosses over her shoulder to look for Volterra— he was somewhere, no doubt, but she had given him the slip for the time being. Despite his long legs, his fat build just didn't hold to endurance, not quite as nicely as her streamlined, flexing sinews. Nor did his dragon, being so young and brazen red, quite know how to fly so well as dear Lil.
Then she tucks away her worrying thoughts and focuses at the task at hand. "GET TO THE BOAAATTTTT!" The twin cries, her voice ringing out clarion (much to her relief -- it had been so embarrassing when her childish squeal had cracked.)
Ruby retinas turn towards those grouped at the Rotunda, perky and bouncing with ecstatic energy. "You got a point, sir," she decrees to Kvothe. After Lil's shrill reprimand at her informal greetings to Archibald, the dark grullo had reined in her tongue. Punctuation and proper pronunciation was vastly important to Confutatis, along with fancy adjectives.
"Where have you guys been so far?" She asks after a pause, tufty tail flicking across her rotund hindquarters.
It was still beautiful here, even if tainted ever-so-faintly by that foul day where the magic had gone mad and blood ran almost black.
There is a brief pause as her head tosses over her shoulder to look for Volterra— he was somewhere, no doubt, but she had given him the slip for the time being. Despite his long legs, his fat build just didn't hold to endurance, not quite as nicely as her streamlined, flexing sinews. Nor did his dragon, being so young and brazen red, quite know how to fly so well as dear Lil.
Then she tucks away her worrying thoughts and focuses at the task at hand. "GET TO THE BOAAATTTTT!" The twin cries, her voice ringing out clarion (much to her relief -- it had been so embarrassing when her childish squeal had cracked.)
Ruby retinas turn towards those grouped at the Rotunda, perky and bouncing with ecstatic energy. "You got a point, sir," she decrees to Kvothe. After Lil's shrill reprimand at her informal greetings to Archibald, the dark grullo had reined in her tongue. Punctuation and proper pronunciation was vastly important to Confutatis, along with fancy adjectives.
"Where have you guys been so far?" She asks after a pause, tufty tail flicking across her rotund hindquarters.
Yes I lied, don't think about you all the time
All my switchblade words ain't aim to cut your sweet delusions
