( Emilia had assumed as much, even before Wrath confirmed it: what use would Fury have for something as nurturing as cooking? She'd been driven almost exclusively by her reason for being, to mete out punishment as the avenging goddess she was.
She recalls now it was a cold and lonely existence, with only her twin for company. Despite what she just told Wrath, Emilia does know that part of her is still very much alive and inside of her. The fire, the rage, the brutality. It was Fury Haiva last saw before he died. )
Roasted garlic is rather wondrous.
( A smile fights its way through, past any exhaustion and worries.
She looks down at their linked fingers, and uses that hold to tug him lightly toward the bed. The sky is as starless and dark as it was when he first stepped through, and she's getting nowhere just staring, expecting something to change. )
You cannot simply murder people when they upset me, you realize. ( She says it fondly though, barbarian that he is. )
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She recalls now it was a cold and lonely existence, with only her twin for company. Despite what she just told Wrath, Emilia does know that part of her is still very much alive and inside of her. The fire, the rage, the brutality. It was Fury Haiva last saw before he died. )
Roasted garlic is rather wondrous.
( A smile fights its way through, past any exhaustion and worries.
She looks down at their linked fingers, and uses that hold to tug him lightly toward the bed. The sky is as starless and dark as it was when he first stepped through, and she's getting nowhere just staring, expecting something to change. )
You cannot simply murder people when they upset me, you realize. ( She says it fondly though, barbarian that he is. )