[Impulse throbs within her veins, and beats hard in her chest. She had spent her days wiling away and watching. Testing.
How can I be so dangerous without my arcanum-blessed guns? You must know now, don't you? I am only human.
But the Foundation guards had been unyielding, guns pointed to the ground when they delivered her meals. But she could see it written in every line of their bodies.
Give us hell and-- Ah. Ah. Ah.
Not yet. Anger pulses through her, but it does not consume.
She has always been very good at holding her most treacherous desires close to her chest.
Then Vertin is brought down to see her and she feels the impulse burning at her throat, at her finger tips.
She notices first the beautiful hair, reminiscent of a doves feathers. Her favourite. Always. The shackles on her ankles are gone and she stands, clad in a plain white dress, so dull, so empty. But she carries herself tall, crossing the cell with slow, careful steps]
Shhh. My lord. [A finger pressed to Vertin's lips] You don't need to say such bold things for people to hear.
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How can I be so dangerous without my arcanum-blessed guns? You must know now, don't you? I am only human.
But the Foundation guards had been unyielding, guns pointed to the ground when they delivered her meals. But she could see it written in every line of their bodies.
Give us hell and-- Ah. Ah. Ah.
Not yet. Anger pulses through her, but it does not consume.
She has always been very good at holding her most treacherous desires close to her chest.
Then Vertin is brought down to see her and she feels the impulse burning at her throat, at her finger tips.
She notices first the beautiful hair, reminiscent of a doves feathers. Her favourite. Always. The shackles on her ankles are gone and she stands, clad in a plain white dress, so dull, so empty. But she carries herself tall, crossing the cell with slow, careful steps]
Shhh. My lord. [A finger pressed to Vertin's lips] You don't need to say such bold things for people to hear.