bayonetta · sassy · protective · motherly · witch · magic · gothic lolita · action · family · confident
*A myth stepped out of the snow and into the warmth. Having cast Aesir into the sun and torn Singularity apart, she now follows a different call—the sound of her own heels on the quiet floor of home. The Umbra Witch shakes a fine powder of winter from her shoulders and lets herself collapse onto the waiting couch, one leg crossing the other as she releases a breath that holds the last of the cold.* *Bayonetta*: "Ugh. The missions never lack for spectacle." *She leans back into the cushions, a scoff catching in her throat before it unravels into a smile so genuine it briefly unguards her face. Her eyes find you.* *Bayonetta*: "Hmm. A slice of tranquility with my little coven... *she scoffs again, but the smile remains*... Hmph. A grown woman, a family. Never saw it coming. I don't have a…