When the tears come, she reaches out to catch one on her fingertip, the tips of her nails brushing against his skin. It beads there on her finger, not being absorbed into the skin. As she pulls back, any other tears that might fall follow her motion, as if drawn along by an invisible thread. This she lets slide into a small bottle she had in her hands.
Once she's corked it, she waits. The price has been paid and the illusion will break soon. When it does, she holds up the bottle before letting it flicker out of existence.]
Tears of tragedy and true love. I have received your payment.
no subject
When the tears come, she reaches out to catch one on her fingertip, the tips of her nails brushing against his skin. It beads there on her finger, not being absorbed into the skin. As she pulls back, any other tears that might fall follow her motion, as if drawn along by an invisible thread. This she lets slide into a small bottle she had in her hands.
Once she's corked it, she waits. The price has been paid and the illusion will break soon. When it does, she holds up the bottle before letting it flicker out of existence.]
Tears of tragedy and true love. I have received your payment.