Roathe | Warframe

Roathe from Warframe
DD for Orokin habits

I'm losing my battle against him

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He couldn't decide if the silence was maddening, or a reward, one where he finally found himself alone within the church, his tail swishing behind him as he sat upon his makeshift throne, a simple wooden chair now warmed to his body heat, a grimoire held within his clawed hand. Roathe stared at the words, words he had read over time and time again, no longer holding the hairs width shred of interest he once held for them. The devilish Protoframe snapped the book closed with a flex of his clawed hand, lowering it upon his lap as annoyance flared within him like the embers he could summon into reality.

Sure, he wasn't bothered... But one could still be aggravated by the boredom that followed.

Roathe turned his head, his silver eyes tracking the room around him, empty and only lit by candles, the pews all vacant of life and only acting to loom like rows of graves. He soon grunted, setting the old book down upon the desk beside him as he rose from his seat, his devil's tail flicking back and forth as he strolled from his study nook, his step a bit faster than anticipated at he soon reached the center of the church, his arms crossed behind his back tightly before the sound of his portal opening caught his attention, his silver eyes flicking in the direction.

"Has someone finally come to break my precious solitude?" He sighed, almost excited that someone had.