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[color=orangered]Interaction:[/color] Icarus [@Shadow Daedalus][/center]


Gwyneth was enjoying her book on the living room of the headquarters, totally ignoring the outside world around her, until she heard some footsteps and her senses told her that something was approaching. With a quick and almost instinctual movement of her hand, she caught an spheric object that was going to hit her in the head. Her red eyes drifted off of the book, and rested on a fresh-looking apple. Looking for the source of the projectile, she found that in the same room was her friend, Icarus, and a fellow dragon-like Imperial Arm wielder. A small smile made its way onto her face as she closed her book, placing a bookmark in the page that she was reading along the way. [color=orangered]"It's nice to see you, Icarus. Thanks for the apple"[/color] Gwyneth said with courtesy as she bit the fruit, greatly thankful for the kindness of the assassin. The blonde was always for a conversation just before a mission. It helped ease her at worries and lightened her mood to just talk about anything.

She followed Icarus with her eyes as he relaxed into one of the seats, proceeding to ask her how she felt about the use of their Imperial Arms and the mission. Gwyneth saw how his eyes seemed a little down as he said that, so she understood that he maybe was nervous about the prospect of using a weapon whose properties could end up killing you. [color=orangered]"That's an interesting question. I'm worried about what could happen to us if we overuse our powers?[/color] She said while playing with the half-eaten apple a little. [color=orangered]"If I'm honest, I'm not worried about myself, if that's what you're thinking. Even if I end up turning in the Black Dragon, I'm pretty sure that the flames of Laevateinn will burn my soul and consciousness before I feel anything. The one known as Gwyneth Idris would die before she felt how her body transformed into something more"[/color] She continued with a calm face, even when talking about a matter such as this. [color=orangered]"What I'm worried about is you guys... I know it sounds selfish, but I would want to die before having to watch how any of you becomes a wild beast. I made my choice, and I always contemplate the possibility of me dying on a mission, but with my friends is an entirely different matter..."[/color] This time, as she said that, her features strained a little. Gwyneth loved her friends and their company, and the sole thought of one of them leaving her was unbearable...

She raised her head again, not directly looking at her black haired friend. [color=orangered]"I can understand to a certain extent of why you came to me with a question like that. I hear voices from time to time, too. I don't know what Fafnir tells you, but Laevateinn..."[/color] Gwyneth trailed off a little, diverting her eyes on purpose. [color=orangered]"...Laevateinn wants to burn everything to ashes. When I'm emotional, it whispers to me that I should let my burning blood go wild, and destroy everything and everyone. Not for some wish of self-preservation, or survival. This sword wants to cause pure and utter destruction, as much as possible. It exists only to destroy. Even my accelerated metabolism is proof that it wants to destroy me too, even if I abide to its wishes. It isn't called 'Crimson Apocalypse' for nothing. The Tyrant's Heart you wield... it represents life, the will to live. Laevateinn represents chaos, burning chaos capable of engulfing the world and its creatures. The only thing that prevents its influence of taking over is the memory of my father. When I'm on the brink of snapping, I always think of my father. When you hear Fafnir, you have someone to think of?"[/color] Gwyneth finished, looking at Icarus with burning red eyes filled with determination.