' s-sir, if you aren’t too busy, do you, perhaps, have a moment ? ‘
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' s-sir, if you aren’t too busy, do you, perhaps, have a moment ? ‘
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( peridot noises )
[onyx voice] dont
ϡ ( BREAK MY HEART )
✕ — I HATE THIS LOVE SONG;
my dearest prince,
i should have spoken to you in person, but i might have teared up, and i fear you see me cry. if you are reading this, and your bed is empty, it means i have gone through with my plan.
know that this is not your doing. that i must do this to further our cause and put you on your pedestal sooner. and that we may be re-united as you whisper yo wish for us to be. do not interrogate the others; none of them knew of this. writing these words— there are tears decorating my glasses, this paper.
blood will stain my hands soon, and a throne will be emptied soon. no harm will be lost if a man who is afraid of his own shadow dies in the cause and the man he cares so greatly for. my hands are shaking; i hope my words are legible to you.
betrayal is a word that i would use, but i do not feel as if i have betrayed you. instead, i am hardening, taking a risk. advancing months into our plan. the man behind the curtain will soon be the man to slit the throat of the emperor; they will call be double-crosser in the propaganda. i pray you don’t believe them. i have been loyal, and i will always be loyal to you and to your cause.
under the mat to my study is a key, and in my study is two glasses and a bottle of cognac. if i am not returned to you in a month, please have a glass on my behalf.
i’m sorry it had to be this way. i hope you can forgive me.
nunu.
♚
♚ sits
He can’t sit still for the life of him; in fact, he hates sitting and will avoid it whenever he can, preferring to stand and pace around instead. However, when he does sit, he’s slouched over almost as if to make himself as small as possible, unwilling to draw more attention to himself than necessary. He’ll fidget; playing with his hands, with his clothes, with the chair itself just to keep himself busy. Why he pursued a career and got a job that required him to be seated for hours on end is a mystery even to himself.
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d r a g o n • a z a z e l
( MAN BEHIND THE CURTAIN. )
' i apologize for interrupting; i do hope my presence isn't too terribly distracting. give me a moment of your time, and i will be on my way. '