[dazzling even when frozen like a popsicle, B Rank Charisma is no joke.
that comment cuts deep, deeper than she'd care to admit. Mordred's expression hardens and she turns to look at him, sizing him up. if looks could kill, her's certainly would. in contrast to Arturia whose icy gaze could cut straight through you and freeze your heart, Mordred's gaze burns hot like a flame threatening to consume any and all who oppose her.
her voice rumbles low in her throat, each syllable dripping with venom.]
no subject
that comment cuts deep, deeper than she'd care to admit. Mordred's expression hardens and she turns to look at him, sizing him up. if looks could kill, her's certainly would. in contrast to Arturia whose icy gaze could cut straight through you and freeze your heart, Mordred's gaze burns hot like a flame threatening to consume any and all who oppose her.
her voice rumbles low in her throat, each syllable dripping with venom.]
Who the hell are you to pass judgement?
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Mordred no]