[ Her eyes widen, and her hair stirs as if a cyclone of wind has stirred up around her. She can feel it, like bubbles in lungs, rising, the taste of soap in her mouth. Her heart beats a million miles an hour. Faerie magic rustling in her veins, through her thoughts. The creature has been wronged, betrayed, in the face of all true fae pacts and she-- She is beholden to avenge. ]
Yes.
[ She gulps it out. There is no other word to say, her tongue will not allow it, and before she knows what she is doing she has bitten into her hand, almost a spasmodic gesture.
Blood promise from a blood witch.
As the drops encircle Kaevyn in his jar, the pressure in her lungs begins to recede. Her eyes refocusing.
But she is bound. ]
Yes... [ A whisper, exhausted from the possession. ] I promise.
no subject
Yes.
[ She gulps it out. There is no other word to say, her tongue will not allow it, and before she knows what she is doing she has bitten into her hand, almost a spasmodic gesture.
Blood promise from a blood witch.
As the drops encircle Kaevyn in his jar, the pressure in her lungs begins to recede. Her eyes refocusing.
But she is bound. ]
Yes... [ A whisper, exhausted from the possession. ] I promise.