[IMAGE ID: A digital coloured drawing of Morrigan Crow holding her brolly, the image is cropped to have proportions similar to a bookmark. Most of her body is in the drawing, but her lower legs are cropped out. She is standing with her weight on her right leg and the other pointing out towards the left, as well as her brolly which is closed and angled downwards. She is also facing the right with an almost annoyed expression, though it could be considered a sort of neutral face. She is wearing her Wunsoc uniform, (white shirt, black jacket and pants). Her umbrella is the same black colour as her uniform, but her hair is tinted slightly purple along with her eyes. The background is a plain dark muted purple, but there are two sets of golden lines drawn around her, along with her name in full capitals, both done with the same thin brush that was used for the line-art. IMAGE ID END]
"When this whole war thing is over, what are you gonna do?"
It was a simple question, one spoken between tangled limbs and strewn blankets, yet it hung heavier than the smoke wafting about. Not that either of them cared, really, weighted questions were the name of their little game, but when it came to definitive answers?
"Dunno, never really thought that far."
...Those were another thing entirely.
"Ah, and here I thought you were gonna have some wondrous dream to spin for me." Sighing, the Miqo'te tilts his wrist to take another drag. "Guess this makes it the second time you've left me disappointed tonight."
Even when he's summarily smacked upside the head, the man can't force the smirk to fade.
"Godsdamned ingrate... Where the hells did that bright-eyed Keeper go, huh? He was much better to bed."
"Hmm... Maybe he left with that upstanding squire that saved him from his prolonged persecution. Not sure, though, I'd probably have to ask around if anyone's seen him."
With a second whack, Saerno's smirk slowly turns to a smile, and soon enough, his assailant can't help but do the same. Laughter echoes out into the halls and a warmth settles between the two; Ishgard's chill be damned. This is what they were through and through, just two boys finding solace in another when they couldn't find it within themselves.
Was it unhealthy? Sure, why not. Being attached to the other in every sense of the word was not the definition of good.
But did they care?
Fuck no.
They were content to stay as they were, both needing no affirmation from the other.
...
And yet, all smoke is destined to fade, and mirrors shatter in time.
They wanted to stay as they were, but both knew that the other was growing restless. The questions grew more frequent, their answers more scarce - both hoped against all hopes that the other would be lost in the smoke they blew up the other's arse, that they'd become hooked on it. And as meet each other halfway share another puff betwixt themselves, they keep their eyes open.
It was the beginning of the end, they both knew it. But at least they could spend it together, and deny it until their very last drag.
I killed the most and skewered it all. I win the most for this kingdom,
yet they awarded him
an idiot
who did nothing but followed. Nothing but piggy-backed off of my tactful gains.
They give him a crown and called him king. They give him slaves that obey his every need. It’s because of his looks isn’t it. His “charm”. Yes.. yes..
If he wasn’t there, that could’ve been me! On that throne. On that nest of concubines. But they will notice me if he’s gone.
I plunged my knife. The blood spews off. He saw me, but couldn’t say anything when the could touches his neck. The widened eyes mean nothing to me now when I dragged his body.
The ensuing report couldn’t find the body and assumed death. When they announced it, no one was surprised. No one cared. People die every day here. All that matters is who would be next.. and..
a child!?
He had a child!? And it was his right to rule!? What’s this nonsense!? I was the man by his side. The one that killed many in the war. I murder thousands, NO MILLIONS of stupid enemies. And they think a kid deserves it more than me!
But they will notice me when the family lays buried.
It wasn’t long when they come in to my abode. They only fear for themselves. They don’t care at all what happens to their precious 3 year old king. They just wanted to get rid of the “enemy” that could go for them. Yet could they not think!? I was the one that sneaked poison inside. I was the one that found the opportune time to stab the first! Such murders are from a cunning and rightful king! I’m that king!
Not the creature that barely knows how to speak! Does it know how to do wars? Does it know how to fight!? Does it know how to trick and lie!?
They locked me up in here. They know that I should rule. They know I have the power, the strength, the brains, the looks, but they’re just scared of power! They’re scared of common sense! They’re weak, reinforcing their own beliefs in this corrupt kingdom!
But now I’m here. Outside!
With this match, I burn it all.
With this match, I cleanse this kingdom of ignorance.
With this match, I will allow the rightful leader to rule.
I drop it letting the oil burn and let the flames draw inspiration to my eyes. How powerful the flame, consuming it whole. It was my empire! My example! My might! A purifying fire that envelops everyone! That protects the empire from idiots! That purifies them into something more!
The fire dies down. The air was dry. The landscape quiet.
I look around to see nothing but ash.
I move into the castle, seeing the crown. I take it’s warm metal love, embracing me lovingly. I’m the sole survivor. I’m the sole leader.
should i hav worked harder on this? ...yeah idk
i'm just trying to finish up all my unfinished works to post up n shiz =w=;
.......OTL Alpha Dave.....URGH i swear i'll draw u better next time......i wish
