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;P

[kisxragi]

gavineer replied to your post

I eat yams and I’m on the west coast but then again my family loves yams and it might be a cultural thing??

ooc;; maybe. My mother is Cherokee-- so I grew up on land food (grape dumplings pls), but it surprises me that people haven't heard of a yam???

[primusgalli]

"Is this more than you bargained for yet?"

The bloodied man barely raises his head, arms pulled far out to either side of him as he is kept on his knees. A thin ripple of flesh as he grips the chains that lead to cuffs biting deep into his wrists. The whip whistles down on his flesh again and a ragged scream rips out of his throat. There is no public audience now, only him, the loremaster, and the keeper of the loremaster’s leash.

The shell’s chin is gripped by a black gloved hand and he is forced to meet his captor’s eyes and behind him the blurry green form of the king on his throne with his legs crossed casually is visible. He gasps for air, watery trails stemming from pain running clean lines through the sweat and grime on his face. A question is hummed, cruel and sharp- a repeat of a phrase dropped from fairer and sweet lips in a different prison cell.

Honesty does not prevail this time. In front of her? He will admit it. Perhaps alone with the loremaster he would admit it. But the other presence in the room puts a weight on his shoulder and he will never admit such a thing and give the m o n s  t e  r that satisfaction.

So he stares, eyes hazy and unfocused, silent. Crying.

[primusgalli]

"Doesn’t it feel like our time is running out?"

A summer day.                 Hot, but with enough of a cool breeze to make sitting outside Geoff’s tower on the balcony pleasurable.                 The King pauses with the bottle halfway to his lips and tears his eyes from the ant people below. It’s not odd for Gavin to ask him questions like this, but they’re usually along the lines of something that makes Geoff choke and sputter with laughter until he’s red in face. Gems like- 

                                  Wot if you had vagina eyelids-? 

                                                               -slurred out while drunk.

                              But this was new. Geoff allows it to sink in before sighing and                                                  settling his bottle to rest on his knee.

        “Buddy, whadda mean? I’m not that old yet.” A small forced burst of laughter at his own joke before he seriously answers.       “Maybe for me. But you’ve got potential, Gav. Remember, you head out to       Michael’s to be his jester in a few months- get away from your boring dad and       his stuffy tower.”

Geoff graces Gavin with a fatherly smile and reaches out a hand to ruffle his hair.

      “You’re young. I wouldn’t worry about a thing.”

[primusgalli]

#papa king n o 

papa king  y e s

[primusgalli]

           { But- ah- my son  child, lost boy                        how I have failed you.

                                   I tremble for what may become                             of the world under your fist.

                                      You are no longer my puppet-                                               -you cut those strings long ago.

                                                         I miss you.}

[primusgalli]

gavineer replied:

papa don’t be disappoint in me look at all the people I slaughter

increasingly softer and dying sounds of utter disappointment and growing fear