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[xkuja]

In addition to magic, Kuja knows how to wield thin swords like rapiers.

Throw down your glove at him if you wish.

[chaosimproved]

I still laugh at how a friend of mine asked me to describe what kind of cereal I was eating and all of my English capabilities just leaving my body like:

[regnantlight]

"I think Princess Zelda is perfect just the way she is. All the naysayers can bite me."

Not all hero’s wear capes or master swords ❤️

[xkuja]

Insults is a love language

[xkuja]

Writes poem #15 about his own eyes.

[xkuja]

@xzidane

He clasped his face between his palms, leaning in so close that their eyelashes feathered against each other. “Have I mentioned how deeply I loathe you lately?”

The nobles passing by the streets of Treno feigned indifference, pretending not to stare. “Truly, my sweet moron, I have encountered mist monsters whose drool holds more talent than resides in your entire essence.”

[xkuja]

|| @asheanon a Drabble from this cafe ||

There he lounges, head in her lap, drifting across his thoughts, as she seems to him always far away in her own. Though, opposed to her likely aimless musings, Kuja's thoughts are always targeted, purposeful. Tonight, for instance, she shall serve as his companion while he reviews the myriad facets of his schemes, a director meticulously overseeing his stage.

He can never glean the destinations her mind explores, what distant stars or mysteries she contemplates. Her eyes tell him nothing. Although her elusive nature oft’ irritates him to the very brink of frustration, tonight— just for tonight— he has generously decided that she is not a puzzle to be solved.

And, having granted her the privilege of his intimate closeness, she ought be appropriately gratified.

Yet she is not.

Once again, this ensnaring thing is present to him only in body. The light in her eyes, more distant than Terras moon, hints that even the book in her hand does not command her full attention.

So easily, she irritates him anew.

”Étoile.”

Should she deign to look down at the feather crowned head in her lap, she will find his lovely face glowering up toward her, petulantly, for as far as Kuja is concerned she should intuitively recognize her slight and correct it immediately.

Look at me.