(may be ooc as her full character hasn’t been released yet)

When Obsidian had invited you to have a “bloodbath” with her, you were quite surprised, but couldn’t exactly turn her down. She was quite intimidating after all, but also gorgeous at the same time. Like a terrifying beauty.

You were a new member of the Stonehearts after you had killed a previous one, taking their place in return for your life to be sparred during your trial much like how Aventurine killed his “owner” and became a Stoneheart himself (though of course, you both clearly had different reasons for doing so), so I suppose this was Obsidian’s way of trying to learn more about you in the shady way.

You hadn’t truly meant to kill that Stoneheart. If anything, you really liked them—they were just…Morally grey, if anything! They helped and protected you through your confinement in the IPC, and were even going to secretly help you escape. Though you were too blinded by their kindness as they aided you to remember that, without a doubt, they too have once done bad things the way the IPC does.

You awkwardly sat in the bath with her, both nude obviously—but your chests covered—as the moonlight cascaded down on the both of you through the open window. The water was quite odd-looking as it wasn’t a see-through kind of water—it literally had a blood red shade. Obsidian clearly wasn’t making a poetic statement when she said a “bloodbath” .

You weren’t even sure if it was real blood or not…

Obsidian’s bare legs moved around in the water as she took a sip of her wine, her free hand lazily holding a cherry, sharp black nails visible and her long red hair draped behind the tub. She popped it in her mouth and crunched on it, allowing the juice of the cherry to fall around her lips to which she licked it off, causing you to squirm at the sight.

Almost like a vampire licking the blood of their victim off their mouth.

“You made quite an appearance for yourself, did you know that?” She then spoke up, voice lightly pitched but mature-sounding to which you perked up, “Killing one of the Stonehearts…? I mean, I never liked that one, you did me a favor if anything—but how did you do it…?”

Her tone sounded mockingly almost, paired with that small smirk of hers that revealed her fang which poked through her bottom, black-painted lip as she tapped at her glass wine cup.

“They always were quite the hassle to take down after all…”