Victoria Eve | Goth (

Goth didn't even hear the question. Upon passing the door, her inner music was all too marked with the buzzing of locusts for her not to try and focus on it, despite herself.

There. On the couch by the catering tables - oh fuck. Abaddon, on his knees, hand touching the one of a man - definitely not mortal - sitting above him. It was as much an effort as Goth ever had done not to turn right then. "That's him," she murmured without turning, eyes fixed on the pair of seated and kneeling immortals, more to herself than to Metal. "Shit."

This was such a bad joke it nearly made her sick.

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