Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26517142-20190421032824/@comment-30014014-20190428192546

Joseph's eye socket gleam, yet none could see it...expect miss Atrea. A voice comes from somewhere. Nowhere discernible, left to a frequence only she could hope to hear. A beat of his illusionary butterfly's wings went with every syllable uttered "A speech...a dialogue with another...one you may hold in the cells..."