Despite their deaths, Quanxi's emotions are just as stark on her face as ever, the void black of her eyes unwavering even with their untimely demises. It's contradictory, her stoicism — when paired with the fact that she's here, in front of Makima, bargaining for the lives of the girls that still lived.
She couldn't change that Long and Pingsti were dead, and she couldn't guarantee that Cosmo and Tsugihagi would be allowed to live, even if she swore her life over to the devil in front of her.
A devil indeed, in more ways than one - enchantingly beautiful yet so wicked, like a succubus, or a siren, Quanxi thinks as she stares, silent still even as Makima hikes her sword underneath her chin. If she were to enter into a contract with this woman, she would devour in every sense Quanxi's devotion to her girls.
Yet it would be enough, if they were given just that small chance. Quanxi's decision would be enough of an act of loyalty and love. ]
... You like to hear yourself talk, don't you.
[ Quanxi doesn't talk nearly as much, but she listens well. The dribble of blood from the shallow slice in her neck doesn't bother her, nor does Makima's stare. Hypnotic, already - Quanxi feels pulled in, even if she hasn't yet agreed to be hers.
Even though Quanxi doesn't dare to tear her gaze from Makima's, there's clear resignation, acceptance - swimming in the endless depths of her pupils. It was over from the moment Makima extended the deal to her. In no world, this one, or any other world, could she imagine sacrificing the lives of her fiends.
Even if it meant becoming a dog for this woman. ]
Woof, woof.
[ Whatever happened from here on out was simply what Quanxi signed up for. ]
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Despite their deaths, Quanxi's emotions are just as stark on her face as ever, the void black of her eyes unwavering even with their untimely demises. It's contradictory, her stoicism — when paired with the fact that she's here, in front of Makima, bargaining for the lives of the girls that still lived.
She couldn't change that Long and Pingsti were dead, and she couldn't guarantee that Cosmo and Tsugihagi would be allowed to live, even if she swore her life over to the devil in front of her.
A devil indeed, in more ways than one - enchantingly beautiful yet so wicked, like a succubus, or a siren, Quanxi thinks as she stares, silent still even as Makima hikes her sword underneath her chin. If she were to enter into a contract with this woman, she would devour in every sense Quanxi's devotion to her girls.
Yet it would be enough, if they were given just that small chance. Quanxi's decision would be enough of an act of loyalty and love. ]
... You like to hear yourself talk, don't you.
[ Quanxi doesn't talk nearly as much, but she listens well. The dribble of blood from the shallow slice in her neck doesn't bother her, nor does Makima's stare. Hypnotic, already - Quanxi feels pulled in, even if she hasn't yet agreed to be hers.
Even though Quanxi doesn't dare to tear her gaze from Makima's, there's clear resignation, acceptance - swimming in the endless depths of her pupils. It was over from the moment Makima extended the deal to her. In no world, this one, or any other world, could she imagine sacrificing the lives of her fiends.
Even if it meant becoming a dog for this woman. ]
Woof, woof.
[ Whatever happened from here on out was simply what Quanxi signed up for. ]