👑 ( he's taking his own off and foisting — I mean, gifting it to the nearest body. )
♡ Send 👑 to crown my muse as the King / Queen
❝ How generous of you, ❞ came his gravelly response, carrying an undertone of mawkishness. Naraku lifted the crown in one hand to examine it. ❝ This would suffice as a symbol of power for humans — a destiny one is typically born into, ❞ the spider hanyō mused, a malicious glint in his crimson gaze. Turning his focus to the one before him, he added callously, ❝ However, it is different for the truly powerful: they create this so-called destiny with their own hands. ❞













