❛♛ PRIVATE FILES : symbol prompts // ACCEPTING ❛NOTES: 🐈 Lean against my muse’s side
`THIS WAS SUPPOSED TO BE EASY. ‘SWIFT, A PLAN MADE PERFECT AND NECESSARY TO GO AS IT WAS DISCUSSED. They couldn’t be fighting anymore as THEM / not after an exchange in the shape of a UNIVERSAL BAND had been met with an agreement (HE COULDN’T AGREE MORE / IT WAS NEARING IMPOSSIBLE TO JUST CONTINUE THINGS AS THEY WERE / AS IF THINGS IN SHADOWS HADN’T GROWN FAR PAST A POINT IT SHOULD HAVE BURST). But perhaps it was just the taste of dramatics, or the fact other methods had flaws / RUNNING MEANT SEARCHING, ANNOUNCING COULD LEAD TO WORSE. More then anything, the annoyance of it all would be disliked. A simple, trite thing- a trope so known yet one the King trusted to work. (NO ONE IS GOING TO CHASE CORPSES / NO ONE IS GOING TO BELITTLE THE DEAD).
`IT WAS SUPPOSED TO BE EASY. ‘TWO SUPPOSED TO BE DEAD. Appearances, of course. For once, no actual death would be needed to stain the Monarch’s hands. Of course, there could have been the easy method (FALSE POISON, FOUND DEAD LATER). But even a fake death had to have some flair to it, unsavoury to read papers later on about some MINUSCULE DEMISE. He thought himself perfect, thought this perfect- and everything had been working. VILLAINOUS MONOLOGUING, HEROIC QUIPS BACK (IT TASTED FALSE ON HIS TONGUE / LIKE FAKE SUGARED CANDY / BUT EVERYTHING WAS FLOWING). Then came the point, a crown to be impaled in just the right manner / WOUNDS THAT COULD IN ACTUALITY BE FIXED EASILY, BUT WOULD APPEAR DEADLY. Tips laced with a chemical to make it appear heart to stop. (THEY WOULD BOTH LEAVE WITH SCRAPES, BUT A FINAL MARKING TO WHAT SHOULD BE A FINAL BATTLE)
`OF COURSE SOMETHING HAD TO GET IN THE WAY. ‘OF COURSE SOMETHING HAD TO GET IN THE WAY AND RUIN EVERYTHING. The sharp stinging of energy hitting his wrist, knocking off his throw. AND THIS IS WHERE IT ALL FELL APART. It only took seconds, before it even hit its mark the Mad King knew everything had gone wrong.THE FIRST SIGHT WAS THE BLOOD / AND THEN BLUES UNHIDING OF THEIR SHOCK WENT TO VAV’S FACE.
`THE PLANNED SLOW GAIT TO THE OTHER WAS CANCELED. ‘MUCH LIKE HOW EVERYTHING ELSE WAS. A master in the trade of dispatching as he was, he was SKILLED at seeing a fatal-if-not-tended wound from even a distance. Moving towards the hero / HIS LOVE / before legs could give out under him, hands moved arm over his shoulder, bent to keep as much comfort as he could and keep the blood from angling down (THIS WASN’T HOW IT WAS SUPPOSED TO HAVEN’T). ❝-—Fuck... fuck it wasn’t supposed to go like this❞ Words soft, not hosting enough energy to focus his TREPIDATION towards the bubbling anger towards things going wrong, and the so deemed ‘friend’ of the other that had incidentally caused this (BUT SHOULD THE WORST COME TO PASS, IT WOULD BUBBLE AND TAINT HIM AND HE KNEW THAT / BUT NOT RIGHT NOW / NOT WHEN OTHER THINGS HAD TO BE OF ATTENTION)
`THE WORLD AROUND HIM BECAME MUFFLED. ‘NOT CARING FOR WATCHING EYES OR VOICES OF ACCUSATION. Of course a quick assumption from those that knew him at face-value should expect the King clutching to the hero spoke of NOTHING GOOD / EVEN IF A FACE SPOKE OTHERWISE. The man became a center point, the ground itself undoing itself as he numbly willed something of a shield / A BUBBLE AROUND THE TWO (THINGS HAD ALREADY BEEN FUCKED UP ENOUGH, THEY DIDN’T NEED TO BECOME ANY MORE). A smoothed dome of protection, both from any others or what had become an evident reality on the scientist face.
`SHARP CERULEANS HELD HALF A MILLION THINGS. ‘QUICK AND UNHIDDEN. Things only recently built up, and so quickly to a potential DESTRUCTION. (AND AGAIN, THERE WAS HIS OWN FAULT LACED IN THERE / EVEN IF MENTALLY HE WAS QUICK TO DENY THAT). Hands settled Vav so he was resting as best as could against the Monarch’s side / HANDS GOING OVER THE WOUND ONCE A CROWN’S POINTS HAD BEEN REMOVED. Palms and fingertips going over the number of cuts, pushing himself more & MORE to use what he had to aid. Blood near a surface to be pulled out by his abilities, and trying to stitch the skin back together with itself. ❝-—Keep yourself steady. I’ll fix this.❞ Quiet, not as POWERFUL as would come from the man. (PERHAPS NOT JUST AIMED AT VAV, BUT TOWARDS SELF AS WELL).
`OF COURSE THINGS WERE GOING TO FALL APART. ‘HISTORY TENDS TO REPEAT ITSELF. For everything the genius could do, there was things he was unable to as well / AND APPARENTLY HIS CURSE WAS ANY CONNECTIONS WOULD BE SEVERED IF HE GOT TOO FAR (AS HE FEARED NOW). But he wasn’t just going to give up. No, hand flitted from a pulse to the wound and finally found a place at a cheek. ❝-—Come on, of all the things that have happened, this can’t be the thing to kill you. I’m going to start questioning my previous abilities.❞ The laugh that tried to come out WAS STRAINED BEYOND BELIEF / PAINED. Desperate to hold something to this. Desperate in the shaping of lips pressed LIGHTLY / NEEDING AGAINST OPPOSITE ONES WERE A SOFT BREATH WAS COMING UP WEAKER.
`THE MONARCH WOULD NOT BE MOVED. ‘NOT UNTIL THINGS KNOTTED THEMSELVES BACK TOGETHER. Blood covering fingertips, and for once ENTIRELY UNDESIRED. Soaking precious metal against a finger a deep crimson just like the folds of palms and the edges of dress shirt. He would await / OH IT WILL COME, IT WILL COME / to be able to smile when eyes opened back up and he could speak back ‘lets get going’. (A PULSE WAS STILL THERE! BY GOD IT WAS STILL THERE! DON’T LET IT LEAVE). Maybe he would be quick enough to wipe away some light wet at eyes, the blood dripping from a straining body to fix another, but that didn’t FUCKING MATTER. All that mattered was the need to see greens open back up and look back him, and the rest of the plan to come to fruition. All that matter was the conclusion now / FUCK THE OTHER STEPS / all that was needed was the ending. ❝-—Please don’t leave me dear.❞
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