#tirus erecus

[simchantress]

Day 11 | Envy (2/3)

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Turning to Huxley, his bright blue eyes go cold,

“And who is your master for you to speak that name so boldly?”

He was methodical in his words, careful to stress the ‘her’ in the sentence so that one might think she was the reason behind his sudden assertiveness.

 Avan could care less about Ivy, she had always been the most boring of her sisters. Yet still, if he could he’d wed them all, her included. A different **** for each day of the week. He liked the sound of that very much. 

Huxley stutters and then replies as meekly as he can muster, 

“My master is but no one compared to you”,

 he gets down on one knee raising his hand high above his head like he’d seen in movies, 

“I beg your forgive my grace.”

 He smirks then with the utmost absurdity begins to laugh. 

The room goes nuts. 

Getting exactly what he’d wanted all along Avan waves a dismissive hand. The room laughing even harder as Huxley scurries away.