⋆✦ it was a nonchalant, evergrowing smile ( or was it completely
against his will? ) . it practically covered his entire M A S S ,
stretching farther than his spherical FORM would realistically
allow. her fear, her dread at what he had done… A W U G H !
king boo would never get enough of it! she was going to be an
absolute beauty in his gallery. he couldn’t wait to SPITE her,
to watch her cry and weep. to watch her as crippling madness
overcame her mind. all of her kingdom, all of space, was HIS
now. and it was all thanks to her turning her back! and to think
that king boo thought he would have had to put up a SHOW .
⋆✦ but it was her anger, her utter FURY that got to him! eyes gone
wide. but not with FEAR. the pupils didn’t seize. his body didn’t
shake. quite the opposite, stalling in time to SUCK in all of that
pure HATRED ! king boo has made many, many enemies over
the thousands of years. he remembers the FOOLS that made
home in HIS woods ( even though he didn’t own them until
after he killed them, made them boos, and parts of his own
kingdom ) . a pity that they’ll never remember HIM , though!
but rosalina’s anger . it was different. it was juicier. it took an
empty stomach of his and with one glare, it was S O A K E D
with as many emotions he could take!
⋆✦ nub lifted up as her emotions stuffed him whole! a small gasp
came from him. a monster ? of course he was a monster! all
boos were monsters! mischievous creatures that were BORN
to wreak havoc on all below them. and king boo had a strong
affinity for flaunting his intimidating and fearful characteristics.
he couldn’t count the copious amounts of humans he’s made
into boos just from one jumpscare! and the sea of terrors he
made just from his whisper, awugh ! it got his metaphorical
heart going!
⋆✦ there was a quick PEEP around the staircase and foyer. red,
beady eyes surveyed the perimeter for J U S T a second.
⋆✦“ a monster that brought your children to an E N D . “ there was
a slight snicker after his statement. king boo was trying as HARD
as he might to hold back all the laughter in the WORLD. finished
speaking, the powerful BOO flips the painting around once more.
in front of rosalina now, was a broken MESS of portraits. all in a
pile, chunks of silver, gold, and bronze barely resting ATOP one
another. there were B I T S of easel and metal pouring off of the
cracked edges. crumbling to the ground in silence. “ they were
too bright and irritating. absolutely annoying if my BOOS mean
to stay around here. “
Fierce determination would remain, as she concluded to remain as such in whatever answer she had expected to get. The looks he gave her not deetering her from the one thing keeping her alive. It had become one of the few meanings of her existence now, hadn't it? Watching over them. She couldn't imagine losing them. Losing her children. Losing her family like she had once before. Her strong will and love for them not preparing for what she heard next.
It proved easy to strip away that attitude of hers. The terror all to eager to flood back in as the stupid painting she was trapped in turned to view the fate the Lumas. It took her a second, and she wished she never reached the conclusion at all. Blue hues falling upon the mess of portraits, as her mind linked an answer. A painting is nothing once it is destroyed. The art, time, care and passion behind it could be torn to shreds in an instant. As if it never existed. There she stood, helpless and unable to do anything about her beautiful children from the stars. Never getting the chance to become what they wanted and more. Future stars, constellations galaxies and planets! Reduced to nothing but torn canvas.
She couldn't speak. A lump in her throat preventing her from saying anything. She felt she was choking, she couldn't breath from it all. Hands cupping her mouth ever so slowly as her mind processed it all. She swore, that starbits would never fall from her eyes oh so long ago but for thr first time in years it seemed they had planned on making a return. She was mortified and the tyrant boo would have all the joy of taking in her face as a single tear made its way down. She couldn't do anything. This was her fault, and hers alone. Why hadn't she done anything more to protect their sanctuary? Drowning in a mess of thoughts that screamed at her in her grief. She stood there, gripping onto herself with the most fear she's ever felt back on her face. Somethinng familiar in the look, and most certainly the feeling. Her facade as the humble guardian of space breaking down back into who she truly remained after all these years.
She'd never learned how to properly fight the monster under the bed. Her father promised to protect her from it. Never learned how to quite stand up for herself. Her brother would be there to protect her from that. And never, not ever had she'd come to proper terms with the loss her mother. Supressing it all for one thing- her new family now. Taking upon the burden of taking care of an abundance of lumas at such a young age, supressing anything that'd hinder her care for them. For goodness sake Rosalina, your entire outfit was based upon the mother you lost so young! Only now coming to light with it all in the worst of situations.
Her head hung low. She stared down to her feet, unable what to say or do next. Frozen and overwhelmed by the emotions taking over all at once. Muttering out something. Something quiet, near non existent. A small cry for her mother. Then her father. Her brother's name next. Her terrified face no doubt being a meal for the other to enjoy, especially as she tried to hide it. But alas, there was no where to go but remain facing forward. The painting keeping her from collapsing on the spot, or running to them or even both.
She buried her face into her hands. Not to weep, but out of frustration along with just about every other emotion that wasn't happiness ( dead, with her children. ) Head lifting momentarily as she tried to find the other's eyes, her face a mix of anguish and fury. She wanted to attack, do something as the weight of everything suddenly crashing around her. All she could do was watch as the other LAUGHED. in that disgusting way he always did. ' Starbits ' trailing her face, though not letting herself be overcomed by them. The lady of the stars hated him. Never had she dealt with someone so terrible that she was at a loss for words. In light of, back went her head cupped in hands as she tried not to scream with all her wrath.
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