The curse did nothing to affect me.
Should I be stunned?
With the lust of bloodshed controlled and my brother out of the City in all the temptation of what our relationship stands for hatred, love, obsession entwined and endlessly craving my vices are lacking.
There is the Countdown.
A distraction, a child-purpose to fill my leisure routine.
What I am looking for?
The life of a mundane woman beside Lucifer...
Can I learn to adjust to these peaceful days?
Can stillness suit me?
Viruses struck the City.
Mm.
If Rosiel watched the diseased mortals sporting those blisters...
I would not dwell further.
I am not my brother.
But I carry him inside.
Third Quarter.
The moon looks better reflected on the dark water of the sea than floating above this illuminated City.
A fine evening to fly.
(ooc; Comment log for those on the beach if you want).