It was just as that broadcast told. Ogata didn’t really have time to even fully grasp what it meant before he found himself elsewhere. The surroundings were the same, he was only few steps away from where he was standing just now. The bowl of chicken soup gone from his hand but yet his hands didn’t feel cold.
His hair... it’s long, fair. Body completely different in all aspects really..... He can’t deny the surprise and slight shock but he doesn’t give in to it.
“BWAHAHA! Behold its glory--after many nights of planning and with today’s modern technology, I have finally constructed a palace befitting my image! No longer will I be confined to the simple lodgings of the city! Now all that is left is to furnish our great home.”
“I trust you’re all capable of decorating your own rooms and wash basins, yes? Do let me know if I should add any additions to this new dwelling--I shall seek out what I can at the markets and craftspeople of the island. Once you have furnished your rooms, we shall have a welcoming party, no?”
@erizipel: There is caution in her step. Be it from uncertainty or the looming thought of denial, the emperor is careful to approach the knight king. Even when spotted, she’d remain silent and close the gap. Eventually a hand would come up to pinch nose, attempting to trigger a reaction from. Before finally, speaking up. “…Is it really you? Or, is your memory still lost like before?” A reference to the recent shadow of, who walked around as if they didn’t know her.
WHAT IS SHE GOING ON ABOUT? The mere hypocrisy raised at the very thought of her ever forgetting this Empress incites an urge to quell such nonsense from her mouth. This woman has vanquished herself from existence and forced these legs to chase her to the ends of earth – going as far as to disappear from this realm herself – just to return and have her ask if she’s ‘lost’ her memories. What utter insolence.
Furthermore. This foolish one doesn’t seem to realize that standing within such close proximity to a starving lion is dangerous. Does she have even the faintest grasp of how long she’s waited for this moment? Sweeping a palm behind the small of her lover’s back, she dips them both low as if they were still suspended in that ballroom from that one night, and captures her lips as golden bangs curtain their profiles from the rest of the world. Only when she’s had her fill does she permit the Emperor her breath, leaving marginal space so that her lashes may still dust the other’s yet.
“...........” She dint remember how long she had been holed up in her room, It wasnt like she cared to do anything anyway. The air felt stagnant, no light reached her. Hunger or boredom did not motivate her to act as they once did, her tail wiggled around revealing she was still restless at heart. A soft sigh as it seemed the monster would pass another day in solitude only to receive an visitor a moment later. “Hm?.....” A presence, someone at her door, she never bothered locking it, no one ever dared even come near her hallway if they could avoid it, for who would willingly associate with a beast such as her. “Whoever you are begone!....”
erizipel replied to your post: “ Remember t’ wear protection today! ”
what if we don’t want to
“ That’d be pretty irresponsible. Should be considerate towards your romantic partners, y’know? Don’t wanna wind up giving each other a disease or having an unwanted pregnancy. ”
SHOULD THIS CITY PROVIDE ANY SOLACE, it would be within the confines of Bamboo Grove. The laws of this land have yet to constrain themselves to the morals of modern righteousness, leaving leeway for hunts to transpire--- and its proximity to the lake relieves the haze caused by seasonal fever. She is not the only one drawn by the coaxing waters, however; a kit no larger than the width of her lap is coiled at the bank, laced by the shadows of foliage overhead. Had the neighboring ripples of the surface not given its position away, she’d not have gone and caught it.
Alas, the creature was a shrill shrieker, and pitifully scraggy.
“Hn. Whatever shall I do with you? You are almost not worth consuming.”
“No, you are doing it improperly! Control your core more. You are far too used to those wildly dramatic movements of yours!” Theatrical dancing, was it? The Roman’s movements flared as if she were a wild hawk in orbit, but in order to learn the art of beledi, one’s body must mimic the fluency of a snake. Hmph. If any of her ancestors were alive to witness this, they would deliver their wrath upon her; communal dancing simply was not fitting of upper class Egyptians, but perhaps they would forgive her if she presumed it under the role of leadership.
“When you compact your stomach, attempt to isolate the muscles. Your lower abdomen should be the first to retract, followed by your middle, then lastly, your upper. Master this motion, and the rest will come easily.” Erk.
