Saint Upon the Clear Heavens [Arcadia, Santa]

Santa paused for a moment at that and tilted her head, not believeing the woman in the slightest. She certainly seemed fixated on Mazda to say the least. Why on earth would she be so keen on their relationship. Were....they together?! HEr eyes widened for a moment as it occurred to her that ...had Mazda CHEATED on Arcadia with her? Wait no....that didn't make sense.... Mazda seemed the kind of person to consider himself above such things. He would not consider such a thing cheating, she didn't think. Was she ...part of a harem now?

She was jarred from her thoughts when she felt Arcadia's leg gently circling her hips. Wait.m....if this woman was intimate with Mazda....and SHE was intimate with Mazda....did that by extension mean that she and Arcadia were....together? It would certainly explain why Arcadia seemed so forward! And actually....it DID make a lot of sense! Finding someone you could trust was so hard! But if you could simply skip the period of curation by finding someone that someone YOU trust trusted, then that would make things easier right? What a bizarre quincy practice to say the least... But she supposed it made a sort of sense.

"Are you .....asking to see me naked?"

Santa blinked for a moment at that and paused, about to open her mouth when she glanced at the woman's form. She didn't believe her, especially not with that leg around her waist. And she felt.... a brief sadness when this reminded her of her encounter with Calypso. But....she only grew all the more determined to help this strange woman. She clearly wanted something from Mazda and wanted ....something from her..... maybe favor? Getting along with her because they shared the same FWB? She supposed she should probably also take an interest in those Mazda seemed connected to.

"It's alright if you do. You've been touching me a lot, and you seem to want to know about me. If you're someone special to Mazda, then that means by extension, you are special to me as well." She noted warmly, reaching up and gently touching the Arcadia's cheek. "I am not so harsh as the light of the sun. Think of me as a soft, gentle moon." She assured the woman. Strange....where did that come from? But she didn't mind it in the slightest. Maybe Mazda was just rubbing off on her or something, at the very least it made sense in her head!

Santa paused for a moment at that and couldn't help but put on a bit of a sheepish smile at that. "Ah? I admit it's not something that I usually am familiar with as a leisure activity. Hueco Mundo has no Sun to look over it. Such things are..... an assertion." She hummed, her hand lightly shifting down, resting over Arcadia's throat, as if she were....thinking about memories from her own past. "An act of domination. Defilement. Or simple victory. Females are on the rarer side. And so, often are hunted, and used. A male seeking sex is assuming he is strong enough that he won't be eaten by the female he has chosen. It is a process I suppose some might consider vile." She ....smiled, peeling her vail to the side, showing off those pointed teeth.


"It might be safer for someone as frail as you to pick someone else. I have a hard time controlling myself when I'm fucking." She noted calmly, as if it were the simplest thing in the world to speak of. "While the sun may warm the creatures of the earth. I'm afraid that the moon merely sheds light upon the horrors that occur when the Sun's grace no longer reigns. She noted in a quiet melancholy, and she ....paused. Seemint to scrutinize Arcadia for several moments. And suddenly, something occurred to her.

"What is your opinion of Hollows?"

Santa quirked a brow, intrigued to say the least when Arcadia spoke of ...work? "Take care of?" She murmured softly for a moment before she ....considered the notion that was being presented to her. As the air all around them slowly began to rip apart. Peeling away as darkness slowly began to surround the pair, the howling darkness of the valley of screams that let the Silbern bleed away. She wasn't as skilled at making it as seamless a transition as Ajora, but she was plenty talented at making it subtle and almost unnoticeable, the departure of the pair of them would be as quiet as a whisper.

Why did she do this? She had presumed that this was how such things were to be done. Mazda had done the very same thing. Isolated them when it had been time to partake in something so intimate. "Can you hear anything? Feel anything?" She asked fondly, a dull ripple escaping her as she reached out with her pesquisa, enjoying that dull feedback all around them. But it was not just dark stone and heavy soil. The floor beneath them was smooth and pale. Structures were around them in this dark dark place. It might remind one ...of a cathedral or a Temple. And, of course, depending on Arcadia's experience with the material, she may very well realize that the entire structure was constructed from pure bone.

"I'm happy to hear you say such a thing. It is ....painful that so many feel averse to us. Even those lucky enough to be saved." She reached up, lightly running her finger over those tiny stubs of horns. Remnants of her own mask fragment. And then her eyes darted back to Arcadia, and she smiled. "I......admit. I'm not sure what you mean about taking care of me. But....if Mazda is close to you, then I would be happy in finding out." She noted fondly, gesturing deeper into the place, toward the center of the altar, To a scattering of cushions and other warmer furnishings than the bone itself.

Santa would have been amused to say the least given that perspective. Especially given how ....smooth the structure was. Indfividual bones were so incredibly hard to work with. This place was entirely smooth, almost like marble. As if the bone had simply grown into this shape itself. And when they finally arrived at that altar of soft and gentle comfort, Santa looked over her shoulder with ....uncertainty.

"Why would you call yourself evil?" She inquired with a canting of her head. And when Arcadia drew close, she would suddenly find herself drawn in, arms gently taking a moment to cradle the woman, as if Santa were protecting something ...precious. "You say such strange things. It is.....concerning....." Sher noted, trying to put her finger on why this woman bothered her in such a strange way. Some....uncanny quality that was continuing to jar her from what she was trying to be. The serene moon, accepting tribute.

But ...she couldn't be. Something about the way this woman spoke of herself made her ....pause.