11-17-2025, 10:45 PM
FAZIA
Fazia still has a connection to the stranger's mind when he begins to laugh so she does too. The unhinged laughter bubbles out of her briefly until the sound of it startles her and the already tenuous threat between her mind and his snaps.
But her shark-tooth smile remains. She was surprised to realize she felt it too when the tentacle made contact and she is delighted to have inspired such a reaction. Fazia drifts closer, feeling instantly at ease around someone who she has made laugh and who has Baltian in their veins. Her parents' war and prejudices surrounding hybrids hadn't taken root inside her heart. She had been born and raised here in Beqanna, after all, around all sorts.
The tentacles are fascinating up close and though she had sort of felt the texture through the possession, it had not been the best connection and she would very much like to see what they felt like on her own skin.
It was almost a pity she wasn't a full demon yet, so she could just possess him and find out right away instead of worrying about this talking nonsense. She wasn't even sure she had the energy to try again right now — the half-present ability to possess was very much a muscle she had to hone.
"Are you alright?" She asks as she comes to stop nearby, amusement lighting up her silver-pupiled eyes. As though what had just happened had simply been something she witnessed and not something she had orchestrated. As though she hadn't just laughed in the exact same manner as him (a fact that, in the short walk over, this translucent mare has already forgotten).
But her shark-tooth smile remains. She was surprised to realize she felt it too when the tentacle made contact and she is delighted to have inspired such a reaction. Fazia drifts closer, feeling instantly at ease around someone who she has made laugh and who has Baltian in their veins. Her parents' war and prejudices surrounding hybrids hadn't taken root inside her heart. She had been born and raised here in Beqanna, after all, around all sorts.
The tentacles are fascinating up close and though she had sort of felt the texture through the possession, it had not been the best connection and she would very much like to see what they felt like on her own skin.
It was almost a pity she wasn't a full demon yet, so she could just possess him and find out right away instead of worrying about this talking nonsense. She wasn't even sure she had the energy to try again right now — the half-present ability to possess was very much a muscle she had to hone.
"Are you alright?" She asks as she comes to stop nearby, amusement lighting up her silver-pupiled eyes. As though what had just happened had simply been something she witnessed and not something she had orchestrated. As though she hadn't just laughed in the exact same manner as him (a fact that, in the short walk over, this translucent mare has already forgotten).
@eddie