User blog:OfficialEspurr/A Thing With Two Meanings

Duality was kind of her Thing.

You never knew with Cecil Zwei if she was going to be serious or funny; happy or sad; laughing or crying. Every moment with her kept you on your toes.

Those were things you loved and hated about her.

She was dark and light rolled into one, with jet black skin and bright pale eyes that honestly glowed. The lightning she could summon was dark light in and of itself. It was great for show, but didn’t have much of a punch, though it felt like it burrowed into your soul when you looked at it.

When it touched you? Zwei claimed it left a piece of her mind in your body, a piece that was constantly aware of what you were doing.

You weren’t entirely sure how to feel about this. On one hand, she lied a lot, but on the other, it was almost impossible to tell what she was being serious about. Her poker face was excellent.

Her laugh inspired laughter in some, yet terrified others. When her enemies heard it, they knew they’d screwed up-when her friends heard it, you knew everything was going to be relatively okay.

As for Zwei herself, though?