[Well, she had wanted him to threaten her. Celeste had pushed and goaded so he would take this as seriously as possible, and perhaps because what could be more tempting to her then the siren's call of a temporary death at the hands of a friend?]
Hm, I suppose you do want to know.
[She tips a poker chip back and forth between her fingers, before sliding twenty into the pot, making it almost all her chips in the center.]
Then, Atem-dear, I shall do you one better, should I leave this table, I'll show you.
cw: suicide ideation
Hm, I suppose you do want to know.
[She tips a poker chip back and forth between her fingers, before sliding twenty into the pot, making it almost all her chips in the center.]
Then, Atem-dear, I shall do you one better, should I leave this table, I'll show you.