The old rythimic chimes of the old grandfather kept in tune with the tense aura of the air that surrounded the otherwise silent room. In said room a bourd game sat alone, untouched for a while. It's pieces mid battle, as if some war long forgotten. The pieces' two puppet masters seemingly each at other's ends. With any turn being the last. Any final move to win the chess and be deemed the king of the game. A small giggle broke the silence, the owner of the giggle sitting cross-legged in mid air, silently staring at his rival across the small table and their little wooden armies. The white hair draped flowingly around his blue face as he silently stared down at the bourd in deep thought, but he did glance up irritatedly at the small giggle.
"Oh, so sad. So sad. Have you given up, up?" His voice ever taunting. Making the other man growl.
"NAY! I amst simply calculating mine strategic attack to crush thine puzzle pieces and secure sweet victory." The imp laughed as usually making the blue man glare at him. "Yes, yes. Haha. Laugheth it up knave. You'll see Im more of a foe than thee anticipates."
"Hehe. Are you sure you're not from the Joker, Joker Kaard family?"
He growled again but refused to look at him. It'd only give him the satisfaction of actually getting to him, which he couldn't afford. He couldn't have any distractions right now. Focus, Kaard! FOCUS!! He studied the scattered pieces with a weary eye. He always had a nack for finding the loopholes between the lines of the rules, so finding an opening in this little game was sure to be a sinch. He was THE Rouxls Kaard, Duke of Puzzles and caretaker of King Lancer. NOBODY COULD STOP HIM!! And soon he saw his prey.
With a smug smile and wild grin, he quickly moved his pawn. And voila. The White king of the opposite side was taken captive and with a smile he held up said king within his hand. "One more move and I will takest checkmate. What say thou?"
The floating baffoon hummed and his tail lashed behind him. "Very, very excellent move. A key to any game, game is to get close to the enemy." Any smug speech from the Worm man was shot down with his next sentence. "But you forgot one key, key thing." With a delicate hand he carefully reached over to the far end of the table, confused blue eyes watching his every move, and with one small move up. The final battle move was made. The blue eyes practically bulged out of his head as he stared at the bourd in front of him. "If one wants to win, win any rival in a game, then you simply, simply must remember to look over your own side of the board, board as well. Unless you want to overlook, overlook an unforeseen outcome." he chuckled to himself as the worm became to sputter. "I believe that's checkmate."
He couldn't tell if his mind was being tampered with, some dastardly spell being casted over him. Clouding his judgement, driving him to do things no sane person in their right mind would do. Who would in their mind's would find themselves within the embrace of a criminal-...Well ex-criminal. Lancer may have pardoned him of all crimes but that didn't make his attitude towards him any less, once a criminal always a criminal. He hated the thought of him walking around freely after all the stunts he pulled in the name of chaos. He hated the way he smiled at him, the small little brushes of the hands he'd pull, the sweet little words he'd whisper to him when he wasn't paying attention. The little worm wasn't even able to be hit with all the teleporting and flying around, out of his reach. It was all not but a game to him. His own twisted game of emotions. Seeing getting flustered and embarrassed in front of the other Kings and other castle staff, it made him angry, but if he wouldn't stopped to enjoyed the complete joy and genuine happy smile he always wore when doing it. Maybe it would've help to enlighten him to the follow up of future events that would've lead to this right now.
About how his growls didn't seem to matter to the jester pinned down, finally caught after he dared to scare him when no one else was about. How he didn't even fight back even when he threatened to send him back to the dungeon. How right now himself personally wasn't fighting against the pleased purrs coming from the Jester against his lips. Hands wrapped around his wrists and not making any move to stop the naturally chaotic moment. Finally a moment of breath was taken and blue eyes stared down at the sun beams floating in darkness that was his own eyes.
"Thou art a miserable snail,'' he forced out between teeth.
He just barked a laugh in his face and those hands reached up to cup his cheeks. "Such words for love are a silly, silly thing.~"
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Insanity.
It was quite a thing to lose one's own mind don't you think? To suddenly see the world through a different nonsensical way. To lose your entire way of life. Which in turn makes you question things and do questionable things to combat the overwhelming emotions of your newfound discovered self, which unfortunately has very bad consequences for yourself either way. Which ends up with your own best friend locking you away far underground all alone, breaking the key, no visitors except for food and no one gave you so much as a scared side glance. He tried to be cheerful and friendly to make up for his mistakes. Invited them to join his freedom from the king's wrath. To play his favorite game Seam always used to play with him. But no was a very popular answer for him. Then a miracle- A visitor! Three to be more clear. Heros of light, kids to play fun games with. And fun was definitely had, a weapon he turned into, and freedom was had.
Unfortunately not everyone was as forgiving as King Lancer, and he found that out the hard way when those blue eyes he admired to much gave him an absolute look of disgust.
"Insane. Completely naïve if thou thinkest I would ever entrust mine heart to thee!"
Heh. It's funny about when one was insane one could still smile like nothing was wrong, and yet still cry tears of clear crystal when one's heart was rejected. It's also funny that one could find comfort in his oldest and dearest friend. To just disappear into his embrace and let him help recover from the loss that was was the beautiful eyes of sky blue.
A heart was a strange thing to still have when insane eh?
