It's just clothes, CT almost says, but the words hang unspoken at the back of her throat instead, like saying them will invite the room to prove her wrong. Nothing in a demon's domain has to be what it seems.
She's used to treading light. Even in her state, head spinning and body aching like she's shaking off old injuries, she knows how to make as little noise, disturb as little of her environment, as possible. Stay steady. Don't touch anything.
"I just wish I knew how long this is going to go on before— whatever happens happens."
The playbill was impossibly long, so many performances to come—but how many will get to happen, before the true final act takes place? How long do they have to wait for something to give, for this to end?
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It's just clothes, CT almost says, but the words hang unspoken at the back of her throat instead, like saying them will invite the room to prove her wrong. Nothing in a demon's domain has to be what it seems.
She's used to treading light. Even in her state, head spinning and body aching like she's shaking off old injuries, she knows how to make as little noise, disturb as little of her environment, as possible. Stay steady. Don't touch anything.
"I just wish I knew how long this is going to go on before— whatever happens happens."
The playbill was impossibly long, so many performances to come—but how many will get to happen, before the true final act takes place? How long do they have to wait for something to give, for this to end?