There was a clap of flesh against flesh, as Valley brought her hands to the cheek of her Servant’s face; eyes open and glowing with a depth of power ages old.
As the two voices spoke, Lancer of Blue would see her Master’s clothing being replaced; gone was her plain attire for something far more extravagant and eye-catching. In addition, a third voice spoke up, “Harken to the call of the Phantom Thief.”
Suddenly, Lancer of Blue would feel her cheeks gain two extremely different temperatures - one of extreme heat, and one of extreme cold, as eyes of the most piercing gold worked into hers, and looked beyond her; in the truth of her very existence.
“Well, aren’t you a broken little mystery,” she asks. “Behind smiles and innocence...” Valley grins, “...but, through your deceptions, We see the truth you hide.”
Lancer of Blue could feel herself being striped bare of any deceptions she kept, both conscious and unconsciously under her Master’s gaze. Those golden eyes peeling back her history, before a sudden flash of mesmerizing blue filled her eyes, and Valley was gone - as was her scythe.
Above her, several feet higher than her arms could reach, Valley floated above Lancer of Blue on seemingly solid platforms of air... gingerly stroking her weapon with a gloved fingertip.
“What to call you,” the Phantom Thief asks, as she lied down, as if bored. “Sickle. Scythe. I don’t have time for the mouthful that is your name,” she says, flippantly, “So, you need a nickname. Got a good one on ya?”
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“Flip silently, o’ pages of old.”
“Plan brilliantly, o’ thiever, so bold.”
“And, reach for riches untold.”
“Plan brilliantly, o’ thiever, so bold.”
“And, reach for riches untold.”
As the two voices spoke, Lancer of Blue would see her Master’s clothing being replaced; gone was her plain attire for something far more extravagant and eye-catching. In addition, a third voice spoke up, “Harken to the call of the Phantom Thief.”
Suddenly, Lancer of Blue would feel her cheeks gain two extremely different temperatures - one of extreme heat, and one of extreme cold, as eyes of the most piercing gold worked into hers, and looked beyond her; in the truth of her very existence.
“Well, aren’t you a broken little mystery,” she asks. “Behind smiles and innocence...” Valley grins, “...but, through your deceptions, We see the truth you hide.”
Lancer of Blue could feel herself being striped bare of any deceptions she kept, both conscious and unconsciously under her Master’s gaze. Those golden eyes peeling back her history, before a sudden flash of mesmerizing blue filled her eyes, and Valley was gone - as was her scythe.
Above her, several feet higher than her arms could reach, Valley floated above Lancer of Blue on seemingly solid platforms of air... gingerly stroking her weapon with a gloved fingertip.
“What to call you,” the Phantom Thief asks, as she lied down, as if bored. “Sickle. Scythe. I don’t have time for the mouthful that is your name,” she says, flippantly, “So, you need a nickname. Got a good one on ya?”
@Seirei No Hai