Home sweet home [Me + invited]

[Silver]

Fun. All Silver could think. A nearly suicidal mission was just thrown at her lap just because of a tool.

"The things i do for decent hardware, love."

And the atmosphere shifted in the room. What was once a cozy salon to drink and shift words became cold. Oppressive. Unrelenting. Like the throbbing headache that refused to pass on, warning you that you were fallible. Her whole form changed from the cool demeanor that her face and body presented to a godless wraith of death, claiming all the cells on ones body to one single purpose.
Death.

"Hunt. All i do these days. Give me twenty four hours. I'll bring ya that soul."

Her chuckle was of a devilish kind. Like you were ensnared in a prison that didn't allowed you to breathe.

"Just be ready. Now.. how do i leave the premises?"

She threw the cigar into the ground and step on it, like it was a person she hated.

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[8:32:45 PM] Dusty Lens: Oh no, let me get that. Hello? Oh it's my grandma. She says to be roleplay.
[12:12:00] Traxit: this is smut stop