#widower; ic

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“You know what? It’s really rude to stare. I would really appreciate it if you’d just tell me if there’s something on my face or something.” Lothaire was perhaps a little too insecure at the moment, glancing across the table at Azhekh as they drank their wine together. He usually didn't mind all of those eyes looking at him, but the stare was getting a little spooky, even for a demon. "Am I so hideous you cannot look away? Is there something behind me? Did I spill on myself?"

The king couldn’t and wouldn’t deny that he was staring, but he hadn’t thought that perhaps it might be rude to do so. He and Lothaire were friends after all, weren’t they? But apparently he had watched him a bit too closely and made him uncomfortable, an act he was quick to apologize for even if he did laugh a bit doing so. “Ah, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to unnerve you.” He said, shaking his head to dismiss the notion that there was something wrong. “And no to all of those things. To me, people are like an art gallery; some more visually appealing than others, while some take a special eye to appreciate and understand. I happen to have seven special eyes and know a masterpiece when I see one.” He answered, three eyes closing in a brief wink. 

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After drinking perhaps a little too much wine with Azhekh, Lothaire found himself in a strange, silly place where he was both sentimental and ridiculous. He was still polite as ever, but he couldn't help but wear the dumbest smile as he babbled on and on and on. "Just let me adopt all of your children." he said, sharp teeth pulled in a huge grin. "I'll treat them perfectly well. I promise. That means something that you can’t break. Ever.”

Lothaire wanted to adopt ALL of his children? Azhekh suddenly realized he had never actually explained just how many offspring he had. It was, to say the least, more than three, four, or ten as Lothaire had originally estimated. The comment amused him nonetheless, giving off a deep rumbling laugh as he shook his head at the fancy little snowball of a demon.

"Well, I will be sure to get you all of their names and details written down. Goodness knows you will definitely need to study up if you plan to become a secondary parent to my entire brood." He said, patting Lothaire on the shoulder as gently as he could. The last thing he needed was to accidentally knock him around in his tipsy state because the poor spider god didn't know his own strength sometimes. "There's a few thousand of them, so you might be at it a while..."

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“Do not go near my children. This is the only warning I will give.” 

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"Hmm, if you had a weakness... " Gamal circled around the King trying to think of something good - something that might rattle his bones a little or at least get under his skin. "Your legacy, I imagine. Think of it, if you were to disappear with no legacy left behind, no one to take your place, what a sad existence that would be. I cannot imagine being forgotten like that. Especially royalty like YOU, your 'highness'."

His legacy? The king paused to reflect on that while Gamal continued his poking and prodding, trying to get a reaction that would never happen. Azhekh had many, many years to learn how to keep himself in check and to retain a poised demeanor, and even a royal pain in the ass like Gamal would be hard-pressed to break that shell. “Are you perhaps projecting, sir?” He finally spoke with a hearty laugh, waving his hand in a dismissive gesture. “I believe disappearing into history would not be the worst fate; it does not erase that I was here after all. What matters is making the most of our existence as we live it and enjoying the time we are given. There are too many moments to cherish to waste precious time focusing on what happens when we are gone.”

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✘ king widower

“You should know better than to wander alone!” The king insisted, frowning at the young lady with his hands on his hips not unlike a disappointed parent catching their child doing something less than brilliant. If he had feet and not a massive spider-like body, he’d be tapping one to express his disapproval! “No matter. You’re alone no longer. I will see to it personally that you are escorted to safety.” He said with a decisive nod. “Ah, but I’ve forgotten my manners. Terrible behavior for a king indeed.” He scolded himself before performing a grandiose bow, strangely elegant for a giant arachnid. “King Azhekh'Kahat, at your service.”