Thread:BixbiteTheGreat/@comment-35042251-20190906230648

The goddess was sitting on her throne of solid, rainbow light-casting crystal and glittering diamond. She looked distracted and extremely tired, with dark rings around her bloodshot eyes and her hair more greying silver than silver-streaked midnight black. Her clothes were rumpled and unkept, and she slumped heavily in her throne. There was an aura of exhaustion and fullness that radiated from her instead of her usual regal elegance and stately grace.

Dalia needs to be taken care of before she gets too out of hand. She thought, pursing her lips and tapping her overgrown nails on the armrests of her throne while she waited for Javi. Gods, what’s taking him so long?! She scowled, flaring at the closed double doors that led into the throne room. 