of-hell-and-fire·:
OPEN:
Standing in the middle of the square, he was looking at how many people were crammed in here, everyone, including himself, who hadn’t been part of the slums when the party disaster had happened, was forced into the slums as punishment. Turning his shoulder into the slight breeze he cupped his hands around the end of his cigarette, lighting the thing with a spark of blue flame that leapt from his fingertips.
“Sure there was a riot, but surely the worst thing to do was to shut everyone up in one area together.” Said to no one, in particular, he took a deep inhale from his cigarette the smoke filtering out through his nose like a raging bull, the power and said rage barely contained as you could see it in his stare. He was angry and didn’t care who knew. He was in Haven and working to try and save Seph, he was going to keep her safe and instead he’d been shoved down here. He certainly knew that feeling shoved to the bottom with little regard for what he wanted, he couldn’t help but look up at the sky. “This wouldn’t be you would it?”
A new world, clothes, customs and people but above all new rules, for survival and that were yet to be understood. The dark fae walked with a furrow on his features, threatening gaze to whomever dare to approach her, the last thing she needed was noisy strangers becoming a nuisance. With her scepter in hand she watched at everyone and started recalling the events trying to make sense of all this madness-- But maybe if searching for illogical reason would bring her to the answer.
As her mind wandered off, her thoughts were interrupted to a deep voice beside him. Oh great, a man, she thought. Maleficent arched a brow and eyed the smoker cautiously before looking at her front. “If it would’ve been me trust me, it would be . . .cleaner and with less . . . weaklings and disorder. Also the so called Queen is quite merciful, really, sounds to me she only wants to be entertained instead of taking actual action.”
