[Rowena raises her eyebrows and puts her hand to the base of her throat at the sudden influx of Saturday's memories, and it throws her attempts to take control of the dream world as well - for a moment, Rowena's nightmares flash into being as well, and image of her bloodied and broken on the floor as a blonde man stamps on her head, shouting magic your way out of this one, Red.
But Rowena's discipline is strong, too. Disposition determines execution is one of the tenets of spellwork; an otherwise perfectly recited incantation over the highest quality materials will backfire on the user in catastrophic ways if they haven't emptied their mind. She crams the devil back in his box, so to speak.]
No, get someone else to fuck this place. It doesn't deserve the warmth of a woman. [She sneers and folds her arms.] When does it end?
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But Rowena's discipline is strong, too. Disposition determines execution is one of the tenets of spellwork; an otherwise perfectly recited incantation over the highest quality materials will backfire on the user in catastrophic ways if they haven't emptied their mind. She crams the devil back in his box, so to speak.]
No, get someone else to fuck this place. It doesn't deserve the warmth of a woman. [She sneers and folds her arms.] When does it end?