In order to be pissed at me, they would have to pay attention to me.
[ it only takes a basket of his hands and a little boost for silena to scramble onto the throne. it's huge, built for a god twenty feet tall and silena looks like a baby propped up on daddy's recliner for a comical photo op.
except she is standing on the seat of a goddess and the power is enormous. her eyes change color, blue to brown to green to violet, her hair somehow flutters free from her braid, long, glassy curls blown back from her face like on an invisible breeze. even her hair seems to shimmer through every color, black to brown to honey honey brown to a soft buttery blonde back through all the shades of brown and blonde, a blink and you miss it flash of black hair with streaks of green. the change isn't jarring, despite how quickly she filters through the changes it is with a softness, cycling through the ideals of beauty, surrounded by a soft pinkish glow.
until that soft pinkish glow begins to highlight how pale silena is becoming, tendrils of smoke rolling off her like she is about to spontaneously combust. ]
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[ it only takes a basket of his hands and a little boost for silena to scramble onto the throne. it's huge, built for a god twenty feet tall and silena looks like a baby propped up on daddy's recliner for a comical photo op.
except she is standing on the seat of a goddess and the power is enormous. her eyes change color, blue to brown to green to violet, her hair somehow flutters free from her braid, long, glassy curls blown back from her face like on an invisible breeze. even her hair seems to shimmer through every color, black to brown to honey honey brown to a soft buttery blonde back through all the shades of brown and blonde, a blink and you miss it flash of black hair with streaks of green. the change isn't jarring, despite how quickly she filters through the changes it is with a softness, cycling through the ideals of beauty, surrounded by a soft pinkish glow.
until that soft pinkish glow begins to highlight how pale silena is becoming, tendrils of smoke rolling off her like she is about to spontaneously combust. ]