@theredconqueror
PETULANT, ALMOST ANGRY: ❝ what? ❞ he snips, whipping around like an arrow shot from a quiver, firm scowl settling upon his divine features. Hands settle atop his broad hips. ❝ Forgive my impatience, or do not, I care little: just understand that --- ❞ & he stops, mid-rant.
Bizarre. Sometimes, many who know him wonder if even death could stop him talking. There is a beat of silence.. Aurelios sartorial kisses the ground, sways in the wind, the jewels that line it sing as it does. ❝ Hm. What are you? ❞









