Post by Krakenbox on Jul 3, 2021 17:31:14 GMT -8
The Twilight Dancer passed the cloth against their skin a second time to get the last vestige of sparkle and stage makeup. The troupe was no longer being actively malicious—rather, their presence had been acclimated to and the whole thing had a strange, unspoken coldness. The chatter was in the background, Riley occasionally chiming in like nothing was amiss, and honing in on the small pause before everyone returned the favour.
They all needed to work together, after all.
That, and their director were riding their asses about some of the more emotional sequences feeling like sterile mannequins were smashing together. No one could deny their talent, so it was a sour scar of a career that had only ended several months ago when most of the performers remembered. Like the mundies had their own Touchstone.
They almost vomited as cold neuralgia ripped through their whole body, clenching in a seize as the baying of wolves filled the sudden Winter silence. Their eyes were watering as they braved the mirror, but no horror cliché stood behind them. They understood a Promise Broken on an instinctual level, but no rage of betrayal took their spirit.
They were the Oathbreaker.
They all needed to work together, after all.
That, and their director were riding their asses about some of the more emotional sequences feeling like sterile mannequins were smashing together. No one could deny their talent, so it was a sour scar of a career that had only ended several months ago when most of the performers remembered. Like the mundies had their own Touchstone.
They almost vomited as cold neuralgia ripped through their whole body, clenching in a seize as the baying of wolves filled the sudden Winter silence. Their eyes were watering as they braved the mirror, but no horror cliché stood behind them. They understood a Promise Broken on an instinctual level, but no rage of betrayal took their spirit.
They were the Oathbreaker.