Cerulean Cape godly ichor

Ptolemy isn't looking for a fight but we can see how it goes <3

But Ptolemy heard what was said; he heard the words of whispers, and through the darkness saw those mismatched eyes. Then the patched face of the one he knew to be Anathema.

Yes, I hear the whispers too, Saint, He called out as he approached. Anathema - But then the voice of another called for her, and the hair along his spine rose. Ptolemy glanced over his shoulder in search of Morgra, soothed to see her indigo eyes through the shadow of night.

He stepped forward, inviting the children with a sweeping gesture. They belonged to Blackwater. But it had to be their choice; no one else's.