@whisperspun / King’s Landing; Its gleam was shrouded in sunlight and broad endeavour, like moths to flame for those in pursuit of something PRESTIGIOUS. Sycophants dressed as nobles and those who barely scraped the top of the vitriolic hierarchy, down to the bare bones ------ scum wiped off and discarded from the sole of an oppressive heel. Mankind is a curious thing, he enjoyed the array. More so, the DISARRAY. Anything could be spun into something else. And so many danced at the twitch of his fingers, an unseeable twine tied to index & thumb and around their necks like a noose. It was better to work them that way. Trust, loyalty, desire, promise of fulfillment ------ They placed such things at the very pinnacle of all life meaning. Made them easy to string along. Distractions from the CHAOS that augmented around man, a plague of sorts. It too was better to play the part of the benefactor. How he enjoyed watching them fall ------ The realisation in their eyes when on deathbeds they see only then the assembler of their demise.
❛ It must be a harrowing sentiment, ❜ such complacence enveloped him, ❛ Knowing there is little you can do for them. Vague whisperings, the odd obstruction here and there. But it’s never enough, is it? They only hear what appeals to fervor. Truth is too dull, too unsophisticated. ❜ The echo of a bell chimed in the belfry nearby ------ EERIE, against retiring sun. ❛ Why do you choose to play the mediator? The peacemaker? You could have the world nestled in the palm of your hand, and yet, here you are; The peoples’ clever fool, relaying behests of those more powerful than you because you let them have that power. Are you a mere effigy of yourself? I find such mediocrity too insipid for my tastes. But in some fashion you are just as fascinating as them. In the same sort of way that a cat paws at a dead mouse, waiting for life to return to its hollow corpse. ❜ Hands clasped in front of him he rolled his shoulders back, brandishing that satisfied smile of his. Narrow stature, pale complexion, attire in shades of charcoal and violet; Like DEATH himself.
