[member="Hal Terrano"]
"Pathetic." Her voice rolled over him, strong, stark, a rasp that called out to him.
Avalore stood over Hal, watching him, sneering at him, the expression somehow foreign to her face. She looked down at Hal, just...staring. Her eyes were set hard, and as she took a step forward the visage around her seemed to fade for half a second. Beneath a cloak of flesh her true form was revealed, black skin and deep yellow eyes flaring but half a second as she stared at him, The Handmaiden showing herself as Hal looked away and at the ground.
"But you don't have to be." Her voice was a gnash of teeth. "You can stop. You can be better."
There was a sudden clatter of metal.
It would ring out directly in front of him clanging against the marble floor and rolling towards his feet.
A dagger.
"You can stop." The blade, of course, was not for him to harm himself, was not meant for him to end himself with, but to end her. It was black, from handle to blade a stark abyss, slightly curved and half dotted with red gems that seemed to interlace throughout it. A stark red ruby sat at the very end of it, a slight sheen carrying from it up into Hal's eyes. He would feel it's allure, it's calling, as though it was aching to be picked up, demanding to be used.
"You can end me." She said. "You can become strong again."
"Pathetic." Her voice rolled over him, strong, stark, a rasp that called out to him.
Avalore stood over Hal, watching him, sneering at him, the expression somehow foreign to her face. She looked down at Hal, just...staring. Her eyes were set hard, and as she took a step forward the visage around her seemed to fade for half a second. Beneath a cloak of flesh her true form was revealed, black skin and deep yellow eyes flaring but half a second as she stared at him, The Handmaiden showing herself as Hal looked away and at the ground.
"But you don't have to be." Her voice was a gnash of teeth. "You can stop. You can be better."
There was a sudden clatter of metal.
It would ring out directly in front of him clanging against the marble floor and rolling towards his feet.
A dagger.
"You can stop." The blade, of course, was not for him to harm himself, was not meant for him to end himself with, but to end her. It was black, from handle to blade a stark abyss, slightly curved and half dotted with red gems that seemed to interlace throughout it. A stark red ruby sat at the very end of it, a slight sheen carrying from it up into Hal's eyes. He would feel it's allure, it's calling, as though it was aching to be picked up, demanding to be used.
"You can end me." She said. "You can become strong again."