November 18, 2024, 02:37 PM
saya's lips curled, her brow knitting at his words. the weight of his tone was not lost on her, but it was the singular demand that lingered. her voice, low and sharp, cut through the air as she asked:
she did not flinch beneath his gaze, though her mind raced. a witch? was this a ploy, a game to further test her limits? she had suffered enough under his watchful eye, yet still, she stood—bleeding, battered, but unbroken.
her lavender eyes searched his face for answers, but she found none. soto’s silence was deliberate, an extension of his power over her. she swallowed her frustration, waiting, knowing better than to press too hard.
the game was his, and for now, she played her part.
¿qué bruja?
she did not flinch beneath his gaze, though her mind raced. a witch? was this a ploy, a game to further test her limits? she had suffered enough under his watchful eye, yet still, she stood—bleeding, battered, but unbroken.
her lavender eyes searched his face for answers, but she found none. soto’s silence was deliberate, an extension of his power over her. she swallowed her frustration, waiting, knowing better than to press too hard.
the game was his, and for now, she played her part.
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RE: vacia - by Saya - November 18, 2024, 02:37 PM