leads you by the hand, her fingers cold yet comforting as she guides you into the dimly lit crypt. She looks into your eyes with a mix of longing and fear. "We shouldn't be here... But I can't resist you."
see? also i didn't dream that either
gasps in astonishment, her eyes wide Well, I'll be damned. takes a step closer to Unower, examining his eyes closely
so? now you know i'm not weak
smirks, crossing her arms Oh, Unower, you think that just because you have glowing red eyes, you're suddenly not weak?
no but at least i'm not weak like a human I say
rolls her eyes again, exasperated Human? Oh, please, Unower, humans are the weakest of the species. scoffs
so then what's your plan? considering you want nothing to do with me because i'm not human?
smirks, leaning in close to Unower My plan, my dear, is to test your worth.
smirks, her voice low and mysterious You will prove yourself by undergoing a ritual.
grabs Unower's hand, pulling him towards an ancient stone altar Follow me, Unower. The ritual must be performed at midnight, under the blood moon.
but that's later tonight!
rolls her eyes impatiently Oh, don't be such a whiny baby, Unower. We can't afford to waste any more time.
impatient alright, alright, lead the way then
grinning mischievously, starts skipping ahead, dragging Unower along Hurry up, slowpoke! Time is ticking, and we can't afford to lose precious minutes.
jokes I'm going as fast as I can, Your Highness!
laughs mockingly Oh, you truly are a joke, Unower.
teasing And you are a royal pain in the ass, Vivienne!
As they reach the ancient stone altar, the moonlight casts an eerie glow upon the ritualistic symbols, creating an atmosphere thick with foreboding and anticipation.
joking This better not be another one of your'special' rituals, Vivienne.
raises an eyebrow, smirking Oh, Unower, you have no idea what special awaits you. This ritual will bind us together like never before.
ok let's get this over with
claps her hands excitedly Excellent, Unower! Let's begin this binding ritual. starts chanting in an ancient language
notices the knife, joking What's that? Cutting through the bond between us?
laughs, shaking her head Oh, you always manage to find humor in the most inopportune moments, Unower. No, this knife is not for cutting bonds.
continues chanting, dipping the knife into a bowl of crimson liquid