warning: language !
✰ madmonarch .✧
`THEY SAY THERE WERE BEINGS THAT CAME CRAWLING AT THE WORST TIMES. ‘DRAWN IN BY EMOTIONAL EXTREMES. Perhaps such creatures existed / PERHAPS THEY WERE JUST HUMANS OF AN OPPORTUNISTIC NATURE / and the royally titled catastrophe that held head high and pride higher could perhaps be deemed an exhibit of such possibilities. (A SPIDER EXPOSING ITSELF AT THE FIRST DISRUPTION OF A RUG). One that simply shouldn’t be there without having been noticed / AND YET APPEARED AS IF MADE OF SHADOWS.
`OF COURSE HE HAD HIS WAYS OF KNOWING. ‘OF WHY THE PUPPETEER HAD APPEARED FROM BEHIND A CURTAIN, AND WHY NOW. Now, without request. HE KEPT TABS. (WHERE HE WANTED EYES AND EARS, HE COULD HAVE THEM / HE COULD HAVE IT ALL AFTER ALL). All under fingers— - fingers currently exerting a telling pressure against a compressed grip / HOLDING, HOLDING (A COBRA WRAPPED AROUND A RAT). And on his face? Wrapped a smile, something that would almost seem FRIENDLY if it weren’t for the unforgiving glint in eyes of azure. ❝ -—- What do I want? Is a talk so bad?❞
`HIS PURRED VOICE HELD NO KINDNESS. ‘THE CURL OF A VOICE HELD NOTHING MORE THEN AN ADD-IN TO THE APPEARANCE HE WAS PRESENTING. A guise that was observing and DISSECTING (HOLDING NO CARE FOR THE VASE IN A HAND / TO THE MUSCLES WRAPPED TO RUN). And there seems to be a cruel sense of amusement weaved deep within his bones. (DEEP AND DEEPER STILL). All that was exposed, and all that could be withdrawn without it. ❝ -—- You look distressed.❞ Oh, LOOK, what a poor word choice. It was obvious he knew, AND HE JUST WAS TRYING TO DRAG THIS ALONG– - always the fan of the slow incision rather then a quick, jagged, and SLOPPY cut.
ceruleans look at the other in pure disbelief trying to comprehend what was just said to her face. for him to so blatantly imply that he knew her pain made her clutch the vase tighter. SHE REALLY WANTED TO HIT HIM. the assassin looks the mastermind straight in his eyes. ❛ i don’t want to fucken’ talk to you. ❜
she shouldn’t be so surprised having been associated with someone outside the ministry’s circle. her colleagues have warned her to break the relationship sooner and she wasn’t going to deny her stubbornness. she truly believed that if there was anyone who could change MAVIN it would be her; a friend and a willing ally should he cross to her side. but she only played herself a fool. somewhere, in the deepest cavern within her mind she knew the inevitable ---- they would break at some point. they were simply not meant to be and while the past month and few weeks have been difficult she had slowly began accepting the possibility of letting go. that is, until this asshole popped up like houdini and challenged her lack of sleep and depression over his assassin’s doing.
❛ so ye’ fuck right off. let go of me. ❜ fucken’ purring cat.











