( simply. this is a conversation that she has had a couple times already, but she can still feel the nerves kicking up from anxiety. it's a tough thing to say, a tough thing to admit. it's easier when everyone already knows about her, about the tiefling who escaped the hells. )
This whole body of mine runs too hot. I don't mean to get real serious on you right now, but I need help. I'm slowly burning up from the inside.
( with a couple flicks of her fingers, she unbuttons some of her top to reveal her chest and the pulsating glow of the infernal engine underneath her ribs. it shines bright underneath her red skin, a soft glow of orange mimicking a real heart beat.
karlach pushes her shirt off the edge of her shoulder as she continues to display her bodily augmentation, showing off the metal circles embedded into the skin to work as vents.
while she is perfectly still and allowing herself to examined, it's easy to see how flames flicker off of every available surface of her body. from her claws to her hair to her horns, to any open patch of skin. there is also an obvious heat coming from her should he get close, hot as the hells themselves. )
Years ago, I got forced into the war in the Hells. Forced to serve, forced to fight, and forced to have my whole fucking heart torn out. They gave me this one instead, this infernal godsdamn contraption, but this wasn't supposed to be a long-term thing. More like die for their war in a blaze of glory thing.
This thing already killed everyone else they shoved it into.
If not for the tattoo I got here, I'd already be dead. I've have overheated weeks ago from the way this thing spits out hellfire.
( the last part is said quietly, somberly. she knows it to be fact, but darin's the first one she's being so candid with about this part. )
Thankfully, it keeps this ol' ticker in check. Can't cool me down, but I'm happy to not burn alive while I'm sleeping at night.
( then she grins. )
If I can find some infernal iron or something else that could withstand the heat of my heart, I'd just need a forgemaster to help me fix it up! Maybe help me touch people again for the first time in ten long ass years!
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( simply. this is a conversation that she has had a couple times already, but she can still feel the nerves kicking up from anxiety. it's a tough thing to say, a tough thing to admit. it's easier when everyone already knows about her, about the tiefling who escaped the hells. )
This whole body of mine runs too hot. I don't mean to get real serious on you right now, but I need help. I'm slowly burning up from the inside.
( with a couple flicks of her fingers, she unbuttons some of her top to reveal her chest and the pulsating glow of the infernal engine underneath her ribs. it shines bright underneath her red skin, a soft glow of orange mimicking a real heart beat.
karlach pushes her shirt off the edge of her shoulder as she continues to display her bodily augmentation, showing off the metal circles embedded into the skin to work as vents.
while she is perfectly still and allowing herself to examined, it's easy to see how flames flicker off of every available surface of her body. from her claws to her hair to her horns, to any open patch of skin. there is also an obvious heat coming from her should he get close, hot as the hells themselves. )
Years ago, I got forced into the war in the Hells. Forced to serve, forced to fight, and forced to have my whole fucking heart torn out. They gave me this one instead, this infernal godsdamn contraption, but this wasn't supposed to be a long-term thing. More like die for their war in a blaze of glory thing.
This thing already killed everyone else they shoved it into.
If not for the tattoo I got here, I'd already be dead. I've have overheated weeks ago from the way this thing spits out hellfire.
( the last part is said quietly, somberly. she knows it to be fact, but darin's the first one she's being so candid with about this part. )
Thankfully, it keeps this ol' ticker in check. Can't cool me down, but I'm happy to not burn alive while I'm sleeping at night.
( then she grins. )
If I can find some infernal iron or something else that could withstand the heat of my heart, I'd just need a forgemaster to help me fix it up! Maybe help me touch people again for the first time in ten long ass years!