#redking-rising

[theblackmagi]

[[ Before the Storm]] - Closed for redking-rising

It was late. The sun had set over Balbad and the only light came from the flickering glow of candles from the windows of those still awake. Floating lazily on air, the Magi made his way through the darkened streets, doing as best he could to keep himself undetected. He wasn't there to start trouble, in spite of everything that had happened, he wanted to keep his presence unknown to those who had come here in escape from the Empire.

He was like a dog on a leash once more, but for the first time, it was a collar he'd tied  himself. He wanted to be with Hakuryuu, he enjoyed the company and the knowledge that he was no longer alone in the dark fall of Depravity... But something was eating at him. The one obstacle in their way he wished he wouldn't have to face.

So instead of waiting for the day to come that he'd face it head on, he'd left, no words to his destination as he sought out the one man he had always found company with... The one man now who he might have to face himself.

Setting into the window sill of one of the illuminated rooms, the Magi could see the Prince, bent over a table as usual, but the frown that filled his features was no longer the one he recognized, it seemed tired... Worn out even.

Swinging his legs down into the room the teen coughed, finally letting his presence be known. When red eyes lifted to meet his own he smirked, making no effort to move closer.

".... Did you miss me?"

[theblackmagi]

[[ Only Human ]] - Closed Start for Redking-Rising

Slamming doors in the Kou palace had many meanings, the echoing crash of metal and wood down the halls was often a signal for avoidance of whoever’s anger was riled enough to cause it. Though the slam that resonated through the empty, gilded halls also signaled the return of the Empire’s Magi from Sindria. Bare feet stormed across marble as the Oracle moved through the halls like a hurricane, indignation practically emanating from his body. He was like a child trapped in emotions they weren’t experienced enough to understand, so full of bitterness and animosity with no way to understand them or cope, and instead saw only one outlet to release what was bubbling up inside. Red eyes didn’t turn from where they stared ahead, unfocused, as one arm shot out, swinging to send a large vase flying, finding satisfaction in the way the porcelain shattered to the floor. It wasn’t enough. It wasn’t broken enough. Painted lilies and birds were still intact along the fragments scattered at his feet, mocking him. Grabbing a piece from the floor, he let out a choked scream as he threw it, ignoring the cuts it left on his hand, concerned only about how it all but shattered against the wall.

Breathing hard the black Magi stared at the mess he’d create, small drops of crimson hitting the polished floor under him. Gritting his teeth he did his best to contain how much he wanted to just scream, wanted to punch a hole into the wall. But as he turned to continue his rampage, a figure moving down the hall caught his attention. The entire palace knew to avoid his fits, and only one man would dare step foot in his presence at such a time.

“What!” He snapped, glaring as his candidate came into view.