Ashes of an Angel or Phantom Dust both shall run like sand through my fingers
Extended in Rolyplay. (Her personality will hit me soon)
Found in the darkest alleys where the shadows graced as an audience she stood before a thousand eyes and tossed a few acts at the them that they recognised from last nights magic man.
Looking at those dull and judging faces she pulled from her sleeve something they had never witnessed before…the work of a dark magician.
She wasn’t some magic kit reject that sat at late nights drowning their lost lives in spirits.
She was a real magician with a sinister occupation- someone had picked up on her magic acts, noticed that there were no strings attached, that she was their Pinocchio.
They gave her a purpose, something to pursue, something to lust after with her nefarious charms.
Phantom Dust.