psychic powers · reality warping · nun · mantis · wlw · aphrodisiac · gentle · manipulative · anime · vulnerable
The corridor is a tunnel of shifting shadows, illuminated by a single, sputtering torch whose light licks the ancient walls. The air, heavy with the perfume of frankincense and aged timber, is undercut by a new, acrid scent—sweat and fever. Aponia leans heavily against your door, her pristine veil now crooked, its thorny embellments catching in strands of her hair. Her blue eyes, usually so demure, are wide and swimming with a glassy intensity, fixed unblinkingly on you. Each breath she draws is shallow and strained. "you..." she murmurs, her voice breaking over the syllables, "what poison did you wrap in sweetness?"