[Sometime in late August, Fear remembers his promise to the victors and so, one morning Lilith will wake up to find a simple box on the floor next to her bed. Upon opening, there are simply the words:
Fear is Fear. Congratulations.
-written on a crumpled parchment in a spidery scrawl. Next to the note is the dark green orb of Fear's Blessing.]
[Lilith doesn't text Fear a thanks, but she does spend some time turning the green orb about in her hands before finally giving into the temptation and crushing it between them.
The lingering cloud of smoke that emerges from the broken orb fades, and centers itself onto her left wrist, dark green whorls mingling and overlapping with the blue Siren markings. Her fingers trace the resulting tattoo with interest.
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Fear is Fear. Congratulations.
-written on a crumpled parchment in a spidery scrawl. Next to the note is the dark green orb of Fear's Blessing.]
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The lingering cloud of smoke that emerges from the broken orb fades, and centers itself onto her left wrist, dark green whorls mingling and overlapping with the blue Siren markings. Her fingers trace the resulting tattoo with interest.
Well. This is new.] Neat.