get in the tharsis, princess. ♚ asseylum
Winding sectors send the young Count's mind towards a frenzy, absent-minded and swiftly trudging along; mind provided towards his more lenient life here within Hive City. This was no VERS, his mind already adjusted towards the quick change-- yet, part of Slaine yearned for it. His home, a world where he now belonged; a world he was now welcome in. Finally finding his step in the world hadn't been an easy task, but his memories ever strayed to the continent of Mars.
Grown over the months, still he retains his pure kindness, his devotion towards his Princess-- among other small details. Minimal changes, one might not notice unless they knew him well; or at all. The power of which he has now succeeded in conquering was minimal towards his raw feelings, they could not compare in comparison. Nothing would compare, of that he has known for many years.
A single flash of blonde is all it takes, soon does he follow after-- hoping if it were a dream, may he never wake. If this were perhaps his Princess, there is many words he'd wish to speak-- falling from his tongue as watching over her lifeless body. No one could know of them, nor would he truthfully speak such statements ever again in his short life. Asseylum was to be cherished, the one light he would hold dear-- may it never fade.
Emotions overcome the Earthling, assuming to be Her Highness, right away does he fall to his raised knee. Hand resting over the right of his heart, beating profoundly beneath his chest. Reaching for her shoulder, he does not stare up to the sky again. How soft, tender she may feel at this moment-- he would often forget. Had he finally found her at last? 19 months would pass, and feelings would remain-- there was no chance for one to come and change such an experience.
"I have waited for you, Princess Asseylum." brittle in tones, he forces to speak those words-- hoping however far away she was; the Princess could hear. She was always far from him, a sentiment which pained him then some; how unlucky he happened to be. Perhaps his lucky may have taken a turn for the best, of that he hopes.
Eyes remain fixated to the pebbles located beneath the masses, ever remaining calm in such an instance. A meeting the Count craved, if only she were to awake. Now he only has the scientists to thank, in his thoughts he might think this one of his delusions. How wrong Slaine might be.
