[It's that particular detail that darkens Rinea's expression. She knows this sort of desecration very well. When humans become the playthings through which gods realize their whims upon the world, well... it isn't pretty.
Still. Rinea smooths her gaze, raising it from the teacup on the coffee table back to her companion.]
no subject
[It's that particular detail that darkens Rinea's expression. She knows this sort of desecration very well. When humans become the playthings through which gods realize their whims upon the world, well... it isn't pretty.
Still. Rinea smooths her gaze, raising it from the teacup on the coffee table back to her companion.]
...Kadoc. Will you look at me?