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♛ —; Soft silk lay over his frail shoulders, knees curled to his chest as snowy locks dried from their dampness in the warmed air of the dormitory. Pallid skin still smelling sweet from the bath, he watched the snow fall from the window, his dance clothes left strewn over the floor at the foot of his bed. They, too, would need cleaned, but he wasn't concerned with that...or anything, really.
♛ —; ".....Forcing...people to smile... That's.....it...I don't...really know, but...
...I don't think... ...it's a good thing."
† gerissen-ritter
Send me Ԡ' with a URL and I'll kiss them.
♛ —; Fakhir…? The response in his own mind was clear as a softened bell’s chime, and simple as any and all decisions that were made based upon other’s demands. Okay. Okay. There was nothing negative nor positive in his own mind about obeying the demand.
Without hesitation, the Knight was sought with his usual lack of enthusiasm. Of course, he could only be found amidst the dusty tomes and ancient tales that enthralled him so. With quiet footfalls unsettling the silence of the tile, his ivory shoes echoed across the ground as he approached, and stood at his side with the usual dulled demeanor. Petite fingertips grasped the cobalt edge of the taller’s jacket’s elbow, and tugged softly to gain his attention.
”…Fakhir.” There was no hesitation—there was no cause for it. With a smooth motion, and nothing betrayed within the endless amber of his vacant gaze, those eyes were closed to the other’s emerald sight as he leaned forward and down to the level of the other’s seated visage, and sealed his porcelain lips against a tanner, seamless pair.
♛ —; "...Fakhir...your face is red..."
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♛ —; “…The King?” That hollow baritone swept across the seam of his lurid lips with no honest curiosity behind it, and yet still, he inquired for the sake of fact. “…But…you didn’t say…why, Fakhir. The King…is very important…isn’t he? I don’t think…I could lead people like that.”
…Why couldn’t he? Perhaps he could…either way… …It didn’t matter.
"Morning, Sleeping Beauty" {This ought to be good.}
Put “Morning, Sleeping Beauty” in my askbox for my character’s reaction to waking up in bed with yours with no recollection of the night prior.
"WHO THE HELL ARE YOU AND WHAT ARE YOU DOING IN MY BED?!" The wizard sat up seeing the stranger in his bed. "GET OUT!" Howl grabbed a pillow and began swatting the stranger over the head with his feathery weapon. "GET OUT! GET OUT! CAAAAAAAAAAALCIFER! HOW DID THIS PERSON GET IN HERE?!"
✧❤✧ Wonders how long she can stare at Fakir like this before he gets irritated and tries to hit her.
