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@redrighteoushand.bsky.social

Penned by #Gabbey

It is working. As his expression softens. It loses and loosens those wrinkles of a frown as he takes a deep breath. Maybe it's the tea. Maybe all he needed is the pause. "Russians. No offense. Just had a bad experience. Of the Rasputin kind." Deadpan expression. He fully means it.

Larina Natalya Tarasovna@thegoldenbullet.bsky.social Β· 7mo ago

warmed his tongue. It was made to soothe the nerves, with lavender taking the spotlight.

"I think you just need another point of view. None of us feel like we're at our best when we're judge and jury." The stone hand pinches his own mug. Clinking it with hers. "Cheers. You ain't from around, are ya?"

Larina Natalya Tarasovna@thegoldenbullet.bsky.social Β· 7mo ago

"Well, in that case, you are blind as a bat. I am the furthest thing from a saint." An awkward giggle. That just couldn't be her. The description didn't fit the mirror.

"I died." A blunt answer. Before his glowing gaze meets the cosmic lines, like a golden halo around her head. Divinity and Demonkind sat across the table, share a tea. "And learned to see in ways the living... can't. And learned that nobody's ever gone. That our soul shows the world who we are ~>

Larina Natalya Tarasovna@thegoldenbullet.bsky.social Β· 7mo ago

"How did you know? About whatever is going on in my head..." She took a moment to grab a slice of pie. "I mean... I realise you can sense it. What I mean is: 𝘏𝘰𝘸 π˜₯𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘢 𝘴𝘦𝘦 π˜ͺ𝘡? Does it look different? Sound different?"