[ a muscle in her jaw works. she has not met his gaze since she first flung the door, but she doesn't need to in order to watch his quiet, clinical process. biting back a cold reply like, so how better had I sat?
poorly though Sprezzatura Vaux reasons through emotion, she won't risk making another enemy in this sphere so soon.
chin... up. like something her mother would say. even as her face lifts, revealing this close the true extent of damage, her eyes stay low, stay lidded.
she scents of brimstone. she holds the poker, feeling so ready. ]
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poorly though Sprezzatura Vaux reasons through emotion, she won't risk making another enemy in this sphere so soon.
chin... up. like something her mother would say. even as her face lifts, revealing this close the true extent of damage, her eyes stay low, stay lidded.
she scents of brimstone. she holds the poker, feeling so ready. ]