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nohalation) wrote2019-02-11 09:21 pm
nohalation) wrote2019-02-11 09:21 pm
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No. It's the mysterious cloaked figure. He speaks up, cutting Parsley off completely.
"What an embarrassing mess. You should have attacked them by now. You could have taken off their heads. Instead," he turns to Parsnip, who still stands in the corner, "you throw a piece of glass and hide."
This cloaked man's voice is very level, very stern. But, Dusk, It sounds so remarkably... perhaps, disturbingly, familiar to you.
Dusk would have talked about how it must be because Parsnip likes them! But when she hears the voice, Dusk slllllllllllowly turns her head to the cloaked figure, her face suddenly gets a MEAN expression.
She can't see his face, but she can tell his gaze is focused on her... and maybe the rest of the Court.
"You think you have power because you can predict the future or see into the past. Like a child, you cry about your failures instead of looking upon them and fixing them properly. To think, the higher division stuck me with you. What you needed wasn't an overseer, but a babysitter."
Parsley's face grows pale. Parsnip looks for worse, too.
The man pulls back his hood, revealing blonde hair and golden eyes. With features such as those, one would think he would be energetic, or perhaps kind. However, in contrast to his warm appearance, his voice is stern and cold like a harsh parent's.
"Perhaps I should take care of this Court myself. After all, it's only fitting that the original heir to this kingdom be the one to strike it from the hands of one who does not deserve it."
Clima watches without his expression changing, though he does nudge Dusk a little. Dusk doesn't even notice, her eyes are locked onto the stranger with her face twisting into a nasty scowl that not many has seen.
"Dawn!!"
"Dawn?" Primrose asks. Which Slot finishes with, "Where it's always darkest before?"
Dawn's bitter smile doesn't reach his eyes. In fact, it's unfitting to call it a smile. He merely upturns the corners of his lips. He slowly steps towards you, Halation's Court. "Dawn, Child of the Sun. The son who meant to inherit this kingdom." Parsley takes a step back, nearly knocking over Domino. Dawn pays no mind. "I admit, it would have been nice to have this kingdom in my possession. But,"
He stops, standing only several feet from Dusk and the court.
"It came to a point where I only wanted to see it destroyed."
"What an embarrassing mess. You should have attacked them by now. You could have taken off their heads. Instead," he turns to Parsnip, who still stands in the corner, "you throw a piece of glass and hide."
This cloaked man's voice is very level, very stern. But, Dusk, It sounds so remarkably... perhaps, disturbingly, familiar to you.
Dusk would have talked about how it must be because Parsnip likes them! But when she hears the voice, Dusk slllllllllllowly turns her head to the cloaked figure, her face suddenly gets a MEAN expression.
She can't see his face, but she can tell his gaze is focused on her... and maybe the rest of the Court.
"You think you have power because you can predict the future or see into the past. Like a child, you cry about your failures instead of looking upon them and fixing them properly. To think, the higher division stuck me with you. What you needed wasn't an overseer, but a babysitter."
Parsley's face grows pale. Parsnip looks for worse, too.
The man pulls back his hood, revealing blonde hair and golden eyes. With features such as those, one would think he would be energetic, or perhaps kind. However, in contrast to his warm appearance, his voice is stern and cold like a harsh parent's.
"Perhaps I should take care of this Court myself. After all, it's only fitting that the original heir to this kingdom be the one to strike it from the hands of one who does not deserve it."
Clima watches without his expression changing, though he does nudge Dusk a little. Dusk doesn't even notice, her eyes are locked onto the stranger with her face twisting into a nasty scowl that not many has seen.
"Dawn!!"
"Dawn?" Primrose asks. Which Slot finishes with, "Where it's always darkest before?"
Dawn's bitter smile doesn't reach his eyes. In fact, it's unfitting to call it a smile. He merely upturns the corners of his lips. He slowly steps towards you, Halation's Court. "Dawn, Child of the Sun. The son who meant to inherit this kingdom." Parsley takes a step back, nearly knocking over Domino. Dawn pays no mind. "I admit, it would have been nice to have this kingdom in my possession. But,"
He stops, standing only several feet from Dusk and the court.
"It came to a point where I only wanted to see it destroyed."