[She traces the rim of her glass, gently forming a small layer of ice there. Nobody is watching except the bartender and Marduk, so she doesn't really care.]
Our nature makes us subhuman -- beasts. Monsters that function on instinct.
[Seviilia takes a drink and leans back against the bar.]
no subject
[She traces the rim of her glass, gently forming a small layer of ice there. Nobody is watching except the bartender and Marduk, so she doesn't really care.]
Our nature makes us subhuman -- beasts. Monsters that function on instinct.
[Seviilia takes a drink and leans back against the bar.]
Things we are meant to be above.