Holds up an empty wine bottle she might've just drank in half an hour or so.... "This is all the fucks I give."

Each step hitches her breath. She wonders when a step will crumble away and finally swallow her up into oblivion. First arriving here ~

~ made her cold and brittle. There's been time to recuperate, to think, but everytime she thinks of the words she wants to say—is it worth ~

~ it? This is one thing she cannot prepare for. Every single step cannot be measured—not on these stairs, or the endless spiral of them in ~

~ her mind. And yet, she knows she must confront her sooner or later. Still, she feels cold and brittle even now, trying to clasp her ~

~ hands tightly together to prevent any possible shakes or trembles seen in them. She has to put on her mask, /be/ Serophone Amell, but ~

~ who even is that anymore? [I was nothing with her...and that's what made it so good.] The caws bring her out of her thoughts, and she ~

~ jumps on slightly as she looks at the birds above in their cages in the rookery. She's heard ravens before, but these ones seem ~

~ thunderous in sound—possibly by her arrival, but she denies the thought immediately. Amidst all the noise, she sees /her/, and it takes ~

~ every part of Serophone not to come undone. "What do they call you now?" Somehow her voice is able to carry easily pass the bird noises, ~

~ clear and sharp as always. "A spymaster?" {MasterOfSpies}

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this dress is prettier than i'll ever be

lais ribeiro at zuhair murad | ss 13

||: Look I ain't dead, but my TL usually is, so I'm sorry for not being around, but...yeah.

Stares at @sohawkeward and Bethany Hawke. "I am somehow related to them. This is...." she can't even finish. It's all so awful. A tragedy!