( It grasps hold of her like the sweetest and most vicious spell. Seizes upon her the very moment she finds herself alone on deck, seeking a moment of respite. The wind picks up as if in warning, and Emilia fails to listen. How could she, when her sister is the one beckoning her forward?
She should know better, really. Has trained brutally, in fact, for moments not unlike these. Moments of influence that will leave one vulnerable to their enemies, of which she has many. The Seven Circles is a realm of sin, and to lose control of yourself for a moment is to lose.
None of that seems to matter, at the moment. If she could only just get to her. If she could only just know. She takes these steps forward, swaying lightly as if in trance, not quite realising she is being led to the plank. )
the crossing, open to all.
( It grasps hold of her like the sweetest and most vicious spell. Seizes upon her the very moment she finds herself alone on deck, seeking a moment of respite. The wind picks up as if in warning, and Emilia fails to listen. How could she, when her sister is the one beckoning her forward?
She should know better, really. Has trained brutally, in fact, for moments not unlike these. Moments of influence that will leave one vulnerable to their enemies, of which she has many. The Seven Circles is a realm of sin, and to lose control of yourself for a moment is to lose.
None of that seems to matter, at the moment. If she could only just get to her. If she could only just know. She takes these steps forward, swaying lightly as if in trance, not quite realising she is being led to the plank. )