;;𝐅𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐑 𝐆𝐎𝐃𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐒 ( AERITH ).

I break my feet dancing for you. I’m your ballet dancer puppet, spinning on the noose of your adoration.

they should've known, should've seen the omens ﹔ that nothing you touch comes back whole, that a child so adept at killing brings only corpses to the dinner table.

𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐈𝐒 𝐀𝐃𝐎𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐈𝐍 𝐅𝐋𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐒, 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐈𝐒 𝐈𝐍𝐅𝐄𝐑𝐍𝐎 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐄𝐃. 𝐈𝐓 𝐈𝐒 𝐈𝐍 𝐋𝐀𝐖 𝐎𝐅 𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄, 𝐓𝐎 𝐁𝐄 𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐈𝐎𝐔𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐇͟𝐈͟𝐒͟ 𝐑𝐄𝐁𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐇. 𝐈𝐍 𝐁𝐔𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆, 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐈𝐒 𝐒𝐀𝐋𝐕𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍. .ೃ࿐

“𝐓𝐞𝐦𝐩𝐞𝐫 𝐮𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐞, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐞 𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐰 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫. 𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐰𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐫, 𝐰𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐯𝐢𝐯𝐞.”

Cid’s faithful scout, who puts his legendary nose to work in tracking the movements of slavers, soldiers, and any other object of interest to the hideaway—the ever-agreeable fellow only too gladly delving behind enemy lines if he can get a good story or two out of it.

IN WIND, IN STORMS, THERE IS DEVASTATION. && SHE’LL RUIN WITH A SLY GRIN, GARUDA’S GIFT RAGING BELOW FLESH.

ALL TOOLS AND ENGINES IN THE LAND ARE ONLY EXTENSIONS OF A WOMANS’ LIMBS AND SENSES.