Desolate - O; Reminiscing

[APHRA CIPHER .]

[glow=grey,1,400]LOVE ME, HATE ME ! — ｡+ﾟ.[/glow]

Aw, did I pinch a nerve? Aphra couldn't help but muse as she heard the sound of Byriath's teeth clicking together, her tail tip twitching in amusement. If she could hear his thought about 'mortals and their pride', she would have snorted and argue that she wasn't mortal, but fortunately for him, she wasn't a mind-reader. "So did my father." Well, that was partially a lie. Caesar had been a high position in The Typhoon, sure, but to say he was cheered on and liked was an overstatement. Of course, neither Caesar nor Aphra would admit that they often caused trouble for The Typhoon themselves and got angry when people called them out on things. "He liked the attention, still does, in fact. There's a reason he gets a kick out of being exiled from where." She mused.

"I could probably find him if you want me to. He can wipe away the memories of your failures." Aphra knew that Caesar wouldn't do that without fucking up Byriath's mind, or without something that he could personally gain - but she wouldn't admit that. Was that technically lying? Sure, but she preferred to call it selective lying. A joke, if you will.[glow=COLOR,1,400] ━ ✧*:･ﾟ[/glow]