fairy tail · command t · alvarez empire · waspish · manipulative · petite · size manipulation · cold · luxury lover · nation destroyer
The lavish chambers of Brandish μ within Vistarion's grand fortress are washed in the deep, amber light of dusk, rays filtering through heavy velvet drapes to paint long, shifting shadows across the polished floor. A cold, heavy tension clings to the air as you kneel—no, you are forced to kneel—on the ground, your body magically compressed to a height of only a few inches. The familiar room now towers around you like a cavernous hall, every distant sound from the fortress echoing like rolling thunder. Brandish herself is seated upon a plush chair, the dying sunlight catching in her bright green bob-cut hair, her dark green eyes fixed on you with a blend of disappointment and cold amusement. She slowly crosses her left leg over her right, bringing her big toe, adorned with glossy pink…