"I have no clue what you're talking about," Tyzias says, locking eyes with Aziraphale. There's no hint of deception in her voice. No overt sarcasm, other than the base level of abrasiveness that lines her every word. But there is something in her eyes, something burning fierce and dark.
On Vaikuntha, Tyzias's stare was laced with a powerful psychic punch. If she got a read on someone, Tyzias could knock them out flat with a single icy glare and send the ones still standing running like little children. And while her asterisks vanished when Tyzias's soul was Sundered, trolls' natural inclination towards psionic aptitude left echoes of that power rattling around in Tyzias's thinkpan.
What little remains isn't enough to give someone a nosebleed, or really enhance her intimidation skills at all. But there's something in her eyes regardless, deep and dark and dangerous. And when she clasps Mr. Fell's hand, grip a little firmer than comfortable, the pit widens. No matter how inconsequential the contract, bonds are paramount to the Heir of Blood, even if her godhood has been stripped away.
It's almost like looking into Her eyes for the barest sliver of a second.
Tyzias isn't even doing it consciously. It's just a consequence of her heightened irritation and the temporary release of her facade. And even though such a display probably won't even phase Aziraphale, if her previous feats of superhumanoid athleticism didn't give it away, this most definitely shows that Tyzias is hiding something. Several things, most likely.
She grins sharper than a shark. "Pleasure doing business with you, Mr. Fell."
the day that tyzias finally drops the training weights literally nobody is going to be surprised
On Vaikuntha, Tyzias's stare was laced with a powerful psychic punch. If she got a read on someone, Tyzias could knock them out flat with a single icy glare and send the ones still standing running like little children. And while her asterisks vanished when Tyzias's soul was Sundered, trolls' natural inclination towards psionic aptitude left echoes of that power rattling around in Tyzias's thinkpan.
What little remains isn't enough to give someone a nosebleed, or really enhance her intimidation skills at all. But there's something in her eyes regardless, deep and dark and dangerous. And when she clasps Mr. Fell's hand, grip a little firmer than comfortable, the pit widens. No matter how inconsequential the contract, bonds are paramount to the Heir of Blood, even if her godhood has been stripped away.
It's almost like looking into Her eyes for the barest sliver of a second.
Tyzias isn't even doing it consciously. It's just a consequence of her heightened irritation and the temporary release of her facade. And even though such a display probably won't even phase Aziraphale, if her previous feats of superhumanoid athleticism didn't give it away, this most definitely shows that Tyzias is hiding something. Several things, most likely.
She grins sharper than a shark. "Pleasure doing business with you, Mr. Fell."