@Deaidoneus ─── capable of distinguishing my body of reishi and interacting with me speaks in expansive volumes… ” Edging in relation to that validation, their identity had yet to be admitted; clarity seemed a great value in this moment along piercing observation.
Situated within the confines of his palace, the monarch found himself standing outside of a temple in the dead of the night, silently staring past the entrance and through towards the altar, eyes fixated upon the statue.
“. . .”
@khisvna « of life and death resonates through my being... I am in balance.”
A remark so esoteric that it’s only right that someone as rarefied as him would say it.
“Would you like to take a closer look?” He was already offering her a hand, noticing that she had quite the curious »
❝Enjoy, my beastly companion. Your wait, albeit it has probably proven to be torture, is finally baring its fruits. Now, show me a most poignant performance.❞
『 #FORTHESTONES – #LONGINUSORDER 』
@khisvna It barely was a minute in and he could already see the mild taint of red upon her cheeks— and he had only just recomposed himself mind you.
“Mmm... I’m craving for a bowl of oatmeal, along with a bottle of kale juice.”
Yes, quite the surprising palate he has. »
@khisvna Pushing himself off of the desk, he regained his composure, no longer crumbling beneath the peril of the lost— the monarch remade, and reborn.
“Yes, I promise you I won’t do it again.”
Reached a hand out, as if looking to hold her’s.
“Have I been forgiven, my Queen?” »
@khisvna « By the very next minute, all should be restored— shelves primed with books, the desk tidied; the whole room was no longer in a mess.
Everything happened within an instant, and unbeknownst to her, it was his doing.
“Shall we get some breakfast,” his eyes would open.
»
@khisvna « as to why I killed.”
His eyes would make contact with hers, hands resting themselves upon her waists.
“I want to show you what I am, but I’m afraid of the consequences... that, you’ll grow fearful of me.”
The last thing he wants was having the person he loved afraid of »