we scream our very souls free
If asked, Haunt is not certain they could tell anyone what their true purpose is here. What they wish to gain or elicit from this conversation. That is so variable from moment to moment so as to be almost entirely irrelevant. Certainly it is nothing so simple as words can describe.
Each passing thought and fleeting fancy is truly that. Little more than a decision of the moment. And so, where this conversation leads, even Haunt could not say.
Tongue clicking against the roof of their mouth as she offers her name, Haunt does not respond, instead merely offering a faint tilt of shadowy features. The smile draws one from Haunt however, though this one gleams with sharp, quickly hidden teeth.
“Magic.” Haunt hisses out the word, though it is on a thread of intrigue and curiosity rather than anything darker. As the lightning sizzles against silver skin, Haunt eyes it openly. Not with envy, but something akin to objective examination.
Is that it, your magic?” Haunt asks abruptly, yellow gaze rising to hers, eyes crinkling faintly the pitch of their features. “Will you break the world with your static electricity?”
