( He takes a step closer still, in spite of her warning. Close enough that she can feel his breath on her skin.
Emilia's hand reaches out to clasp his neck, fingers searing into pale flesh. ) I was warned of your obsession. Your delusions. You should be the one afraid. I've not come here for forgiveness.
( Nor to listen to more lies.
Vines with sharp, oversized thorns erupt from the earth and crawl up his yes, feet. Lock him in place. )
You killed Massarir. She loved you, and you killed her. Her people. ( The thorns dig into his ankles with the intent to draw blood, to absorb it and let that blood feed her power and force his truth. ) Confess.
cw: violence
Emilia's hand reaches out to clasp his neck, fingers searing into pale flesh. ) I was warned of your obsession. Your delusions. You should be the one afraid. I've not come here for forgiveness.
( Nor to listen to more lies.
Vines with sharp, oversized thorns erupt from the earth and crawl up his yes, feet. Lock him in place. )
You killed Massarir. She loved you, and you killed her. Her people. ( The thorns dig into his ankles with the intent to draw blood, to absorb it and let that blood feed her power and force his truth. ) Confess.