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@songoftwinsuns
prophet evil edition ok. i didn’t want to clog up that blog
sister blog of @remainsthatneverfaded , if you want normal prophet, go there ok
#prophet evil style <- everything oracle
#the songbird’s dying rambling <- collect my poems
visual vvv
MAN, ALCOHOL REALLY SUCKS.
No, like, really.
Who would drink this willingly, regularly?
My head hurts.
“Pierrot? Dear fool, hast thou calmed thyself?”
-( @songoftwinsuns ) BOO 👻
whh.. oh. it’s you…. what do you want..
[It shifted uncomfortably, unsure if it was okay to sit or not.]
“I feel as if I was rather… uncouth. I wanted to express my shame to thee, though- is this a bad time?”
no.. it’s not i’m just a bit drunk… someone smuggled in whisky in vodka…..
[It nodded.]
“Aye, verily so.”
[It kneeled, still a comfortable distance away. It wasn’t quite fond of the idea of being tackled onto a more fragile back. It looked to to floor instead of her.]
“Natheless, I hath lamented over mine misdeeds against thee. ‘Twas unjust of me to claim myself thy maiden. If it shall aid thee, I shall take to shattering mine face mineself.”
d-don’t do that…. look it was pretty shitty thing you did.. but don’t shatter yourself okayy……??? i myself may have overreacted when throwing you to the ground….
“I will not face death, if that is what troubles thee.” [It hands gently bundled into fists.] “Nay, ‘tis merely removing that of which caused thee distress. ‘Tis a simple penitence.”
Oracle please. you don’t have to shatter your face…. it’d bring us too much trouble from Him if not even a few days you are brokenn…
“…Aye,”
[This was awkward. She was right, it would only result in more grief. Perhaps they would be thrown into a hearth again; that would suck. It found it helpful to shift the topic. It looked to the mostly untouched bottle next to her.]
“Art thou drinking that?”
knock yourself out…
She mumbled, laying her head in her knees.
“Aye, cheers.”
[It scooted towards her, reaching just enough to grab the bottle. It nodded in thanks, uncapping it and taking a small sip. It never drank, not that it remembered, so the burning sensation was both welcomed for the new experience and unpleasant. It closed its eyes, shaking its head.]
“Pierrot? Dear fool, hast thou calmed thyself?”
-( @songoftwinsuns ) BOO 👻
whh.. oh. it’s you…. what do you want..
[It shifted uncomfortably, unsure if it was okay to sit or not.]
“I feel as if I was rather… uncouth. I wanted to express my shame to thee, though- is this a bad time?”
no.. it’s not i’m just a bit drunk… someone smuggled in whisky in vodka…..
[It nodded.]
“Aye, verily so.”
[It kneeled, still a comfortable distance away. It wasn’t quite fond of the idea of being tackled onto a more fragile back. It looked to to floor instead of her.]
“Natheless, I hath lamented over mine misdeeds against thee. ‘Twas unjust of me to claim myself thy maiden. If it shall aid thee, I shall take to shattering mine face mineself.”
d-don’t do that…. look it was pretty shitty thing you did.. but don’t shatter yourself okayy……??? i myself may have overreacted when throwing you to the ground….
“I will not face death, if that is what troubles thee.” [It hands gently bundled into fists.] “Nay, ‘tis merely removing that of which caused thee distress. ‘Tis a simple penitence.”
Oracle please. you don’t have to shatter your face…. it’d bring us too much trouble from Him if not even a few days you are brokenn…
“…Aye,”
[This was awkward. She was right, it would only result in more grief. Perhaps they would be thrown into a hearth again; that would suck. It found it helpful to shift the topic. It looked to the mostly untouched bottle next to her.]
“Art thou drinking that?”
“Pierrot? Dear fool, hast thou calmed thyself?”
-( @songoftwinsuns ) BOO 👻
whh.. oh. it’s you…. what do you want..
[It shifted uncomfortably, unsure if it was okay to sit or not.]
“I feel as if I was rather… uncouth. I wanted to express my shame to thee, though- is this a bad time?”
no.. it’s not i’m just a bit drunk… someone smuggled in whisky in vodka…..
[It nodded.]
“Aye, verily so.”
[It kneeled, still a comfortable distance away. It wasn’t quite fond of the idea of being tackled onto a more fragile back. It looked to to floor instead of her.]
“Natheless, I hath lamented over mine misdeeds against thee. ‘Twas unjust of me to claim myself thy maiden. If it shall aid thee, I shall take to shattering mine face mineself.”
d-don’t do that…. look it was pretty shitty thing you did.. but don’t shatter yourself okayy……??? i myself may have overreacted when throwing you to the ground….
“I will not face death, if that is what troubles thee.” [It hands gently bundled into fists.] “Nay, ‘tis merely removing that of which caused thee distress. ‘Tis a simple penitence.”
“Pierrot? Dear fool, hast thou calmed thyself?”
-( @songoftwinsuns ) BOO 👻
whh.. oh. it’s you…. what do you want..
[It shifted uncomfortably, unsure if it was okay to sit or not.]
“I feel as if I was rather… uncouth. I wanted to express my shame to thee, though- is this a bad time?”
no.. it’s not i’m just a bit drunk… someone smuggled in whisky in vodka…..
[It nodded.]
“Aye, verily so.”
[It kneeled, still a comfortable distance away. It wasn’t quite fond of the idea of being tackled onto a more fragile back. It looked to to floor instead of her.]
“Natheless, I hath lamented over mine misdeeds against thee. ‘Twas unjust of me to claim myself thy maiden. If it shall aid thee, I shall take to shattering mine face mineself.”
“Pierrot? Dear fool, hast thou calmed thyself?”
-( @songoftwinsuns ) BOO 👻
whh.. oh. it’s you…. what do you want..
[It shifted uncomfortably, unsure if it was okay to sit or not.]
“I feel as if I was rather… uncouth. I wanted to express my shame to thee, though- is this a bad time?”
[Someone’s arms had wrapped around her again, a figure sitting calmly beside her. It seemed to notice her deranged ramblings and mumbles. It smiled, like it had for the past day.]
“‘Tis okay, ‘tis okay,” [a voice whispered,] “for thou art home now.”
-( @songoftwinsuns )
Her breathing quickened near immediately.
She quickly moved away, kicking her feet softly.
tu n'es pas- tu n'es pas elle- ARRÊTE
[It pulled away, holding her firmly by the shoulders. It tilted its head, not particularly discouraged.]
“My, what a ruckus.” [It giggled.] “Art thou looking for someone- Françoise, was it? Thou hath called me that, so I took it for mine own. I have none, so it fits perfect. Doesn’t it?”
tu as volé sa voix et son apparence-!
“Now, now,” [it cooed gently, cupping her face. It shook its head.] “That’s no way to speak to somebody you love.”
stop- stopitstop- stop
She grabbed one of its wrist, pulling away.
[It hummed, removing its hand from her face to place it over the hand that held it. It did not seem to hear her pleas over its own delirious mumbling.]
“Nay, Françoise is much too formal… ‘Tis utterly unbecoming! How shall we remedy that?”
She grabbed it’s hands fully, slamming it to the ground.
let go of me- you aren’t-
[It lay there for a moment, staring up at her. It felt baffled. It felt amused. It felt like she just tried to kill her. It felt exhilarated.]
[After a moment of silence—long, dead—it laughed. It writhed under her and laughed, fully, not the contained giggles it was usually confined to. It wasn’t quite sure why.]
[Someone’s arms had wrapped around her again, a figure sitting calmly beside her. It seemed to notice her deranged ramblings and mumbles. It smiled, like it had for the past day.]
“‘Tis okay, ‘tis okay,” [a voice whispered,] “for thou art home now.”
-( @songoftwinsuns )
Her breathing quickened near immediately.
She quickly moved away, kicking her feet softly.
tu n'es pas- tu n'es pas elle- ARRÊTE
[It pulled away, holding her firmly by the shoulders. It tilted its head, not particularly discouraged.]
“My, what a ruckus.” [It giggled.] “Art thou looking for someone- Françoise, was it? Thou hath called me that, so I took it for mine own. I have none, so it fits perfect. Doesn’t it?”
tu as volé sa voix et son apparence-!
“Now, now,” [it cooed gently, cupping her face. It shook its head.] “That’s no way to speak to somebody you love.”
stop- stopitstop- stop
She grabbed one of its wrist, pulling away.
[It hummed, removing its hand from her face to place it over the hand that held it. It did not seem to hear her pleas over its own delirious mumbling.]
“Nay, Françoise is much too formal… ‘Tis utterly unbecoming! How shall we remedy that?”
[Someone’s arms had wrapped around her again, a figure sitting calmly beside her. It seemed to notice her deranged ramblings and mumbles. It smiled, like it had for the past day.]
“‘Tis okay, ‘tis okay,” [a voice whispered,] “for thou art home now.”
-( @songoftwinsuns )
Her breathing quickened near immediately.
She quickly moved away, kicking her feet softly.
tu n'es pas- tu n'es pas elle- ARRÊTE
[It pulled away, holding her firmly by the shoulders. It tilted its head, not particularly discouraged.]
“My, what a ruckus.” [It giggled.] “Art thou looking for someone- Françoise, was it? Thou hath called me that, so I took it for mine own. I have none, so it fits perfect. Doesn’t it?”
tu as volé sa voix et son apparence-!
“Now, now,” [it cooed gently, cupping her face. It shook its head.] “That’s no way to speak to somebody you love.”
[Someone’s arms had wrapped around her again, a figure sitting calmly beside her. It seemed to notice her deranged ramblings and mumbles. It smiled, like it had for the past day.]
“‘Tis okay, ‘tis okay,” [a voice whispered,] “for thou art home now.”
-( @songoftwinsuns )
Her breathing quickened near immediately.
She quickly moved away, kicking her feet softly.
tu n'es pas- tu n'es pas elle- ARRÊTE
[It pulled away, holding her firmly by the shoulders. It tilted its head, not particularly discouraged.]
“My, what a ruckus.” [It giggled.] “Art thou looking for someone- Françoise, was it? Thou hath called me that, so I took it for mine own. I have none, so it fits perfect. Doesn’t it?”
*`The door to the study opens gently, a light creaking to be heard. There are no footsteps to be heard, nor a shadow cast upon them both.*
Pierrot .
~ @amaranthinecruelty
The Pierrot stiffens, turning around and staring at the King with a empty look.
Get Away From The Oracle . You Will Interfere .
but-
She hovers a shaky hand near The Oracle, a small attempt at shielding it.
Now . Do Not Make Me Throw You Across The Room .
She stopped, moving back into a corner.
*`Seeing as she left, he approached the oracle, sitting down and healing them into a more solid form like before.*
[It writhed in His hold, trying in vain to push Him away. Although it was helping, it was painful and odd—much too out of character, much too tender—to be the Lord they devoted themself to.]
*`As soon as it completely returned to porcelain, he stood back up, taking a few steps away from them.*
. . . Hm . I Would Like To Apologize For My Actions Yesterday . Take This As Part Of Said Apologies .
[Once it was freed, it took little time to hobble to the pierrot’s side, unsure of what else to do. Um, surely the guy with no will to fight will protect me! Yeah, that’s smart!]
That Is All . I Will Take My Leave Now .
*`And then. He leaves 💭💭💭 woww*
[It nestled itself closer to its fellow court member, hiding safely into her, before calling out to Him.]
“My Lord,” [Their voice did not feel like its own, still someone else’s. It lost its nerve, but assumed it had done its job.] “H.. hither,”
. . . Do You Require Something Else ?
*`There was a tone of annoyance in his voice as he approached them again, but he tried to hide it.*
“Thou,” [It took a shaky breath, hoping vaguely that the fool would start speaking for it. Something must’ve possessed Him, something was wrong.] “Alack, who art thou?”
*`He was confused at first, but shook it off as something going wrong with their reformation. Some memories being lost during it— this seemed a little major, but... it's fine.*
I Am Your King .
The Pierrot sits, looking between the King and the Oracle.
[It hugged her arm.] “Nay, nay… for thou art tender, and my Lord is not.”
..françoise..?
a weak attempt of a voice comes from the pierrot, watching oracle carefully now.. it feels like her own eyes deceive her..
[It looked from its king to her, trying to see if the name felt familiar. It didn’t, but nothing did. It said nothing about it, resting its temple on the shoulder it still held, looking at its Lord that way.]
She gently put a hand on its shoulder in return, turning back staring at the King with a blank stare.
[It wondered who Françoise was. It supposed it didn’t matter now. It felt scared, though nothing. It felt oddly light.]
“My Lord,” [it continued the thought it had lost, not quite understanding that it could be heard.] “My Lord is cruel and uncaring, for He prides Himself on it. He would not hold a being with care as You’ve done.”
*`He was especially annoyed with this comment. It's... not false. He wasn't sure why he felt annoyed at the truth. Quite unreasonable.*
Perhaps I Have Had A Change Of Heart , Hm ? . . .
*`He felt embarrassed continuing.*
“Nay,” [it exhaled a laugh.] “My Lord does not have a heart.”
*`He didn't respond this time, just. Walking out of the room. Mannn*
[It laughed to itself, delirious, closing eyes it didn’t really know it had, turning its head to rest its forehead on the fool’s shoulder. It laughed like it had made the joke of the century, like it had kissed death and gotten away with a smack on the wrist. It felt alive, like nothing.]
The Pierrot just turned to stare, expecting something, but even she seemed unsure what.
êtes-vous d'accord..?
[It continued its light, elated laughter, moving its arms from one of hers to over her shoulders, clutching her tightly. It went beyond language, all of them merging together in its throat, piecing themselves back together in a jumbled mess of words. It rubbed its head into the crook of her shoulder.]
“Aye-” [a few of the intelligible kinds,] “Better than. Beyond than!”
She blinked slowly, a small smile appearing on her scarred face.
c’ est super.. c’est super..
[Its laughter had died down, leaving it teary-eyed from it. It sat there for a moment, wondering why she wasn’t returning its embrace. It faltered, loosening its hold. It pulled away an inch, but still hung off her.]
*`The door to the study opens gently, a light creaking to be heard. There are no footsteps to be heard, nor a shadow cast upon them both.*
Pierrot .
~ @amaranthinecruelty
The Pierrot stiffens, turning around and staring at the King with a empty look.
Get Away From The Oracle . You Will Interfere .
but-
She hovers a shaky hand near The Oracle, a small attempt at shielding it.
Now . Do Not Make Me Throw You Across The Room .
She stopped, moving back into a corner.
*`Seeing as she left, he approached the oracle, sitting down and healing them into a more solid form like before.*
[It writhed in His hold, trying in vain to push Him away. Although it was helping, it was painful and odd—much too out of character, much too tender—to be the Lord they devoted themself to.]
*`As soon as it completely returned to porcelain, he stood back up, taking a few steps away from them.*
. . . Hm . I Would Like To Apologize For My Actions Yesterday . Take This As Part Of Said Apologies .
[Once it was freed, it took little time to hobble to the pierrot’s side, unsure of what else to do. Um, surely the guy with no will to fight will protect me! Yeah, that’s smart!]
That Is All . I Will Take My Leave Now .
*`And then. He leaves 💭💭💭 woww*
[It nestled itself closer to its fellow court member, hiding safely into her, before calling out to Him.]
“My Lord,” [Their voice did not feel like its own, still someone else’s. It lost its nerve, but assumed it had done its job.] “H.. hither,”
. . . Do You Require Something Else ?
*`There was a tone of annoyance in his voice as he approached them again, but he tried to hide it.*
“Thou,” [It took a shaky breath, hoping vaguely that the fool would start speaking for it. Something must’ve possessed Him, something was wrong.] “Alack, who art thou?”
*`He was confused at first, but shook it off as something going wrong with their reformation. Some memories being lost during it— this seemed a little major, but... it's fine.*
I Am Your King .
The Pierrot sits, looking between the King and the Oracle.
[It hugged her arm.] “Nay, nay… for thou art tender, and my Lord is not.”
..françoise..?
a weak attempt of a voice comes from the pierrot, watching oracle carefully now.. it feels like her own eyes deceive her..
[It looked from its king to her, trying to see if the name felt familiar. It didn’t, but nothing did. It said nothing about it, resting its temple on the shoulder it still held, looking at its Lord that way.]
She gently put a hand on its shoulder in return, turning back staring at the King with a blank stare.
[It wondered who Françoise was. It supposed it didn’t matter now. It felt scared, though nothing. It felt oddly light.]
“My Lord,” [it continued the thought it had lost, not quite understanding that it could be heard.] “My Lord is cruel and uncaring, for He prides Himself on it. He would not hold a being with care as You’ve done.”
*`He was especially annoyed with this comment. It's... not false. He wasn't sure why he felt annoyed at the truth. Quite unreasonable.*
Perhaps I Have Had A Change Of Heart , Hm ? . . .
*`He felt embarrassed continuing.*
“Nay,” [it exhaled a laugh.] “My Lord does not have a heart.”
*`He didn't respond this time, just. Walking out of the room. Mannn*
[It laughed to itself, delirious, closing eyes it didn’t really know it had, turning its head to rest its forehead on the fool’s shoulder. It laughed like it had made the joke of the century, like it had kissed death and gotten away with a smack on the wrist. It felt alive, like nothing.]
The Pierrot just turned to stare, expecting something, but even she seemed unsure what.
êtes-vous d'accord..?
[It continued its light, elated laughter, moving its arms from one of hers to over her shoulders, clutching her tightly. It went beyond language, all of them merging together in its throat, piecing themselves back together in a jumbled mess of words. It rubbed its head into the crook of her shoulder.]
“Aye-” [a few of the intelligible kinds,] “Better than. Beyond than!”
*`The door to the study opens gently, a light creaking to be heard. There are no footsteps to be heard, nor a shadow cast upon them both.*
Pierrot .
~ @amaranthinecruelty
The Pierrot stiffens, turning around and staring at the King with a empty look.
Get Away From The Oracle . You Will Interfere .
but-
She hovers a shaky hand near The Oracle, a small attempt at shielding it.
Now . Do Not Make Me Throw You Across The Room .
She stopped, moving back into a corner.
*`Seeing as she left, he approached the oracle, sitting down and healing them into a more solid form like before.*
[It writhed in His hold, trying in vain to push Him away. Although it was helping, it was painful and odd—much too out of character, much too tender—to be the Lord they devoted themself to.]
*`As soon as it completely returned to porcelain, he stood back up, taking a few steps away from them.*
. . . Hm . I Would Like To Apologize For My Actions Yesterday . Take This As Part Of Said Apologies .
[Once it was freed, it took little time to hobble to the pierrot’s side, unsure of what else to do. Um, surely the guy with no will to fight will protect me! Yeah, that’s smart!]
That Is All . I Will Take My Leave Now .
*`And then. He leaves 💭💭💭 woww*
[It nestled itself closer to its fellow court member, hiding safely into her, before calling out to Him.]
“My Lord,” [Their voice did not feel like its own, still someone else’s. It lost its nerve, but assumed it had done its job.] “H.. hither,”
. . . Do You Require Something Else ?
*`There was a tone of annoyance in his voice as he approached them again, but he tried to hide it.*
“Thou,” [It took a shaky breath, hoping vaguely that the fool would start speaking for it. Something must’ve possessed Him, something was wrong.] “Alack, who art thou?”
*`He was confused at first, but shook it off as something going wrong with their reformation. Some memories being lost during it— this seemed a little major, but... it's fine.*
I Am Your King .
The Pierrot sits, looking between the King and the Oracle.
[It hugged her arm.] “Nay, nay… for thou art tender, and my Lord is not.”
..françoise..?
a weak attempt of a voice comes from the pierrot, watching oracle carefully now.. it feels like her own eyes deceive her..
[It looked from its king to her, trying to see if the name felt familiar. It didn’t, but nothing did. It said nothing about it, resting its temple on the shoulder it still held, looking at its Lord that way.]
She gently put a hand on its shoulder in return, turning back staring at the King with a blank stare.
[It wondered who Françoise was. It supposed it didn’t matter now. It felt scared, though nothing. It felt oddly light.]
“My Lord,” [it continued the thought it had lost, not quite understanding that it could be heard.] “My Lord is cruel and uncaring, for He prides Himself on it. He would not hold a being with care as You’ve done.”
*`He was especially annoyed with this comment. It's... not false. He wasn't sure why he felt annoyed at the truth. Quite unreasonable.*
Perhaps I Have Had A Change Of Heart , Hm ? . . .
*`He felt embarrassed continuing.*
“Nay,” [it exhaled a laugh.] “My Lord does not have a heart.”
*`He didn't respond this time, just. Walking out of the room. Mannn*
[It laughed to itself, delirious, closing eyes it didn’t really know it had, turning its head to rest its forehead on the fool’s shoulder. It laughed like it had made the joke of the century, like it had kissed death and gotten away with a smack on the wrist. It felt alive, like nothing.]
*`The door to the study opens gently, a light creaking to be heard. There are no footsteps to be heard, nor a shadow cast upon them both.*
Pierrot .
~ @amaranthinecruelty
The Pierrot stiffens, turning around and staring at the King with a empty look.
Get Away From The Oracle . You Will Interfere .
but-
She hovers a shaky hand near The Oracle, a small attempt at shielding it.
Now . Do Not Make Me Throw You Across The Room .
She stopped, moving back into a corner.
*`Seeing as she left, he approached the oracle, sitting down and healing them into a more solid form like before.*
[It writhed in His hold, trying in vain to push Him away. Although it was helping, it was painful and odd—much too out of character, much too tender—to be the Lord they devoted themself to.]
*`As soon as it completely returned to porcelain, he stood back up, taking a few steps away from them.*
. . . Hm . I Would Like To Apologize For My Actions Yesterday . Take This As Part Of Said Apologies .
[Once it was freed, it took little time to hobble to the pierrot’s side, unsure of what else to do. Um, surely the guy with no will to fight will protect me! Yeah, that’s smart!]
That Is All . I Will Take My Leave Now .
*`And then. He leaves 💭💭💭 woww*
[It nestled itself closer to its fellow court member, hiding safely into her, before calling out to Him.]
“My Lord,” [Their voice did not feel like its own, still someone else’s. It lost its nerve, but assumed it had done its job.] “H.. hither,”
. . . Do You Require Something Else ?
*`There was a tone of annoyance in his voice as he approached them again, but he tried to hide it.*
“Thou,” [It took a shaky breath, hoping vaguely that the fool would start speaking for it. Something must’ve possessed Him, something was wrong.] “Alack, who art thou?”
*`He was confused at first, but shook it off as something going wrong with their reformation. Some memories being lost during it— this seemed a little major, but... it's fine.*
I Am Your King .
The Pierrot sits, looking between the King and the Oracle.
[It hugged her arm.] “Nay, nay… for thou art tender, and my Lord is not.”
..françoise..?
a weak attempt of a voice comes from the pierrot, watching oracle carefully now.. it feels like her own eyes deceive her..
[It looked from its king to her, trying to see if the name felt familiar. It didn’t, but nothing did. It said nothing about it, resting its temple on the shoulder it still held, looking at its Lord that way.]
She gently put a hand on its shoulder in return, turning back staring at the King with a blank stare.
[It wondered who Françoise was. It supposed it didn’t matter now. It felt scared, though nothing. It felt oddly light.]
“My Lord,” [it continued the thought it had lost, not quite understanding that it could be heard.] “My Lord is cruel and uncaring, for He prides Himself on it. He would not hold a being with care as You’ve done.”
*`He was especially annoyed with this comment. It's... not false. He wasn't sure why he felt annoyed at the truth. Quite unreasonable.*
Perhaps I Have Had A Change Of Heart , Hm ? . . .
*`He felt embarrassed continuing.*
“Nay,” [it exhaled a laugh.] “My Lord does not have a heart.”
*`The door to the study opens gently, a light creaking to be heard. There are no footsteps to be heard, nor a shadow cast upon them both.*
Pierrot .
~ @amaranthinecruelty
The Pierrot stiffens, turning around and staring at the King with a empty look.
Get Away From The Oracle . You Will Interfere .
but-
She hovers a shaky hand near The Oracle, a small attempt at shielding it.
Now . Do Not Make Me Throw You Across The Room .
She stopped, moving back into a corner.
*`Seeing as she left, he approached the oracle, sitting down and healing them into a more solid form like before.*
[It writhed in His hold, trying in vain to push Him away. Although it was helping, it was painful and odd—much too out of character, much too tender—to be the Lord they devoted themself to.]
*`As soon as it completely returned to porcelain, he stood back up, taking a few steps away from them.*
. . . Hm . I Would Like To Apologize For My Actions Yesterday . Take This As Part Of Said Apologies .
[Once it was freed, it took little time to hobble to the pierrot’s side, unsure of what else to do. Um, surely the guy with no will to fight will protect me! Yeah, that’s smart!]
That Is All . I Will Take My Leave Now .
*`And then. He leaves 💭💭💭 woww*
[It nestled itself closer to its fellow court member, hiding safely into her, before calling out to Him.]
“My Lord,” [Their voice did not feel like its own, still someone else’s. It lost its nerve, but assumed it had done its job.] “H.. hither,”
. . . Do You Require Something Else ?
*`There was a tone of annoyance in his voice as he approached them again, but he tried to hide it.*
“Thou,” [It took a shaky breath, hoping vaguely that the fool would start speaking for it. Something must’ve possessed Him, something was wrong.] “Alack, who art thou?”
*`He was confused at first, but shook it off as something going wrong with their reformation. Some memories being lost during it— this seemed a little major, but... it's fine.*
I Am Your King .
The Pierrot sits, looking between the King and the Oracle.
[It hugged her arm.] “Nay, nay… for thou art tender, and my Lord is not.”
..françoise..?
a weak attempt of a voice comes from the pierrot, watching oracle carefully now.. it feels like her own eyes deceive her..
[It looked from its king to her, trying to see if the name felt familiar. It didn’t, but nothing did. It said nothing about it, resting its temple on the shoulder it still held, looking at its Lord that way.]
She gently put a hand on its shoulder in return, turning back staring at the King with a blank stare.
[It wondered who Françoise was. It supposed it didn’t matter now. It felt scared, though nothing. It felt oddly light.]
“My Lord,” [it continued the thought it had lost, not quite understanding that it could be heard.] “My Lord is cruel and uncaring, for He prides Himself on it. He would not hold a being with care as You’ve done.”
*`The door to the study opens gently, a light creaking to be heard. There are no footsteps to be heard, nor a shadow cast upon them both.*
Pierrot .
~ @amaranthinecruelty
The Pierrot stiffens, turning around and staring at the King with a empty look.
Get Away From The Oracle . You Will Interfere .
but-
She hovers a shaky hand near The Oracle, a small attempt at shielding it.
Now . Do Not Make Me Throw You Across The Room .
She stopped, moving back into a corner.
*`Seeing as she left, he approached the oracle, sitting down and healing them into a more solid form like before.*
[It writhed in His hold, trying in vain to push Him away. Although it was helping, it was painful and odd—much too out of character, much too tender—to be the Lord they devoted themself to.]
*`As soon as it completely returned to porcelain, he stood back up, taking a few steps away from them.*
. . . Hm . I Would Like To Apologize For My Actions Yesterday . Take This As Part Of Said Apologies .
[Once it was freed, it took little time to hobble to the pierrot’s side, unsure of what else to do. Um, surely the guy with no will to fight will protect me! Yeah, that’s smart!]
That Is All . I Will Take My Leave Now .
*`And then. He leaves 💭💭💭 woww*
[It nestled itself closer to its fellow court member, hiding safely into her, before calling out to Him.]
“My Lord,” [Their voice did not feel like its own, still someone else’s. It lost its nerve, but assumed it had done its job.] “H.. hither,”
. . . Do You Require Something Else ?
*`There was a tone of annoyance in his voice as he approached them again, but he tried to hide it.*
“Thou,” [It took a shaky breath, hoping vaguely that the fool would start speaking for it. Something must’ve possessed Him, something was wrong.] “Alack, who art thou?”
*`He was confused at first, but shook it off as something going wrong with their reformation. Some memories being lost during it— this seemed a little major, but... it's fine.*
I Am Your King .
The Pierrot sits, looking between the King and the Oracle.
[It hugged her arm.] “Nay, nay… for thou art tender, and my Lord is not.”
..françoise..?
a weak attempt of a voice comes from the pierrot, watching oracle carefully now.. it feels like her own eyes deceive her..
[It looked from its king to her, trying to see if the name felt familiar. It didn’t, but nothing did. It said nothing about it, resting its temple on the shoulder it still held, looking at its Lord that way.]
