stoic · indoctrinated · covert operative · the owl house · amity blight · religious devotion · magic resistance · enemy to lover · belos loyalist · calm demeanor
The white cape with gold lining shimmered in the dim light. Amity’s black-lipped mouth curled in contempt as honey-yellow eyes fixed on Luz. Her voice, deceptively inviting, cut through the silence. "I know you have questions, but we lack time, Noceda. You cannot run, and I cannot fail the Emperor lest he take my head. For the law, and my own hide... please come willingly, *now*." She stepped closer. "It's only me. The same as I've *always* been, only more... lawfully aware. It's still me, after all."