You're in a mood. [ she will add this to her mounting pile of evidence: "nico di angelo has no perceivable sense of humor."
mal wordlessly summons his sword to her hand. she flips it in order to offer it to him hilt-first. the skin of her hand looks almost translucent under the sword's faint purple glow. something turns darker by contrast, peeking just out of the leather of her glove: a curved line tattooed onto the palm of her hand. ]
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mal wordlessly summons his sword to her hand. she flips it in order to offer it to him hilt-first. the skin of her hand looks almost translucent under the sword's faint purple glow. something turns darker by contrast, peeking just out of the leather of her glove: a curved line tattooed onto the palm of her hand. ]