@vulprose said : their father / :eyes:
“ they say history is written by the victors. ” kaeya’s jovial stance as he flipped the book in hand betrayed a gait wrought with tension, power and agitation in his lithe frame. “ who then, do you think wrote this ? ” he shouldn’t have been surprised that their history had been convoluted like this, twisted and snared amidst those who knew only the strangling embrace of their beloved archons, their darling celestia. “ jean loves this book. and i must confess, that every time she has ever spoken to me about it ... ” diamond hue became pin - pricks, flash of glacial ruin in his eyes as his voice lowered to a smouldering growl, “ — i’ve wanted to snatch it out of her hands, and set the tome alight. ” he almost does so then, for when he thought about the simmering anger in his gut, he thinks ; surely, i should have received a pyro vision instead. book discarded lest kaeya incur the wrath of their resident librarian for literary destruction, the title upon it in golden lettering read thus : a final recounting of the last king of khaenri’ah.
send one of the following to have my muse talk about ... ( acc. )
