[stand your ground- i.]

Ariana supplements the flickering light the demons have provided with her own lighter, and while she looks put out at the mission she's not complaining. You might find her groping along the wall with a sour expression, or sifting through boxes of junk with a curled lip.

(cw: torture)

Later on, Ariana finds the demons bound to the walls and curiosity sings in her veins. She pulls out her dagger, drawing it gently across one's cheek, and murmurs, "Oh, but what can you tell me, darling?"

[stand your ground- ii.]
(cw:smoking)

The tiny bobbing creatures are immediately reminiscent of Petrel's companions of choice, and as such Ariana doesn't seem terribly bothered when a few of them seem to gravitate towards her. She also knows better than to breathe deeply when they're close, and can be spotted waving them away as she puts a cigarette to her lips. "Go on now, dears."

[reach up high- i.]

The knife is in her hand before the voice is even done talking, a beguiling smile on her face. "Come on, now. Let's do this the easy way."

[wildcard]

I'm open to any of the prompts! Hit me up here or at poetrics if you want to plot something!