@debelltio asked: [ LEAN ] for the taller muse to lean down to kiss the shorter muse’s forehead.
↬ tol and smol prompts
gruesome reality finally began to take shape for the delusional queen when HIS PRECIOUS WEAPON began to do the same.
construction of it’s basic shape had begun a few weeks prior to her boarding the naval ship, an invitation extended to arsinoé by the emperor himself that she wouldn’t have otherwise accepted if a certain commander wasn’t there to accompany her. she wasn’t sure what she expected before witnessing the actualization of orson’s dreams; what he was destined to rise to. his excited signing as they awaited in the silence of hyperspace as they leapt to it’s destination could not have prepared her for the harsh awakening.
it’s sheer scale was MONSTROUS. it was bigger than shiraya’s own moon.
‘ but, orson, ’ she looks to him for comfort while the other officers poured champagne and MARVLED at the weapon’s skeleton. ‘ you can see it from the surface of any planet. i’d be able to see it from my bedroom window... ’
she would never forget the sheer PRIDE in his grin at her exclamation. ‘ i know, dear, ’ he had said. ‘ isn’t it beautiful? ’ before leaving a deathly kiss to her temple. IT BURNED. his kiss felt like venom, it felt like ROT and now it has taken hold. it would spread towards her head and her every limbs, her very soul. if this was BEAUTY, she could only hope that she was the most DISGUSTING creature he had ever laid his eyes upon.
‘ i have to go, ’ bottom lip quivers as do her signing hands as she pulls away from his embrace, somehow stomaching a smile. ‘ i feel unwell——but i hope you have fun tonight. ’ she dismisses herself to LAMENT in private, wails drowned out and muffled beneath cold pillows and silk.
