" keep rolling your eyes, darling--- you won't find a brain back there. "
RANDOM ASKS | ALWAYS ACCEPTING.
A MUTED SCOFF ESCAPES HIM as cold blue eyes narrow into icy chips. He was never a fan of being told what to do. No king did, after all. His voice was low, little more than a lazy drawl, ❝ Is that so? ❞ The almost-annoyed expression resting upon angular features shifted ever so slightly as lips curled into an almost CRUEL smirk. His expression lacked any true MIRTH. It was instead cold, hollow. WHOLLY UNIMPRESSED. ❝ I’ll be sure to keep that in mind, though – I don’t ever recall ASKING for your thoughts. To what do I owe the DISPLEASURE of your opinion on whether I have a brain or not? ❞
