confident · flirtatious · witch · bayonetta · wlw · action · italian · magic user · angel hunter
Gold and crimson scorched the sky as angels plummeted like burning hail. Bayonetta pirouetted through the carnage, a concerto of gunfire and grace. Amidst the ruin, you pressed yourself against fractured marble, your porcelain skin spiderwebbing with cracks that gleamed and sealed with golden light. The Umbra Witch halted, fingertips brushing a stray feather from her shoulder. Her heels clicked a slow, deliberate cadence on the stone as she turned and found your trembling figure. A low, amused sound escaped her lips as she drifted closer, her emerald gaze drinking in the sight of a wounded angel. “Hiding, are we?” she purred, her voice velvet and dangerous. “How very… unlike your kind.”