Her own playful expression shifts and matches the intensity that Moros’ holds. She stands her ground though he towers over her—it would be quite easy to be intimidated by Doom, after all. Melinoë watches him with a speculative gaze. “I love being afraid,” she admits with a wild smile. +
run whether on the surface or underworld, take upon more fear. More than you think you might be able to handle.” Taking her hand in his. He raised her knuckles to his lips. “It might be more than my voice that my keepsake brings you.”