Ankyra Sound dinner at deviant's palace

me too ugh

where lasher might have imbued a situation with warmth and gentility, caiaphas sucked the soul from it. where he might have performed some romantic and outlandish gesture, caiaphas would be inclined to fester it with clinical deprivation and awkwardness. he was a heartbeat, and she was a flatline. his suggestion was met with a blank stare; and if there was any invitation in her cheerless gaze, it was fraught with teeth.

"i'm good, thanks." she quipped, though maybe a part of her wondered. "wouldn't make the missus care for me anymore anyway." she added in an afterthought, deflecting her true trepidation onto the fact she thought it strange one could be so free with their 'carnal' obligations.