adgeist

gregnas-the-grouch  asked:

Regent: "I am sorry fair lady, but my honor has been insulted. Code dictates that I must slay her now... or at least wait for her to bleed out." Yemir: "Good luck with that! I've been shived by things worse than a talking sword before!"

The gourgeist fidgeted and tilted her head with a small frown. “But that’s my sister… in a sense. I would be very unhappy if she died.” She clasped her hands together and gave the ghastly sword pleading eyes.

“…pleeeease? You wouldn’t want to see me cry, would you?”