“Except it doesn’t, kid. That much I’m certain of,” Blair raised a brow, a chuckle stuck on his throat as he looked at her. Kamryn was potentially the last person to walk this Earth that actually needed more attention, but something in her manner always seemed to inform Blair that she didn’t exactly agree with that assessment. If anything, she seemed to believe the complete opposite of that. “Of course I mean the prettiest ones, Kam. What on the name of the goddesses do you think of me? I’m not here for charity or pity… it’s very unbecoming to even consider those,” and though the affection on his voice did carry a magnitude he didn’t feel, the disgust on his frown was very much what that implication brought. Despite the fact he didn’t show, Blair still held on to some sort of criteria. Specially with those he took to bed.
And also those he kept for company. A matriarch’s son, if anything, must choose wisely what, how and with whom he does anything in his very long life. Mother had taught him that in the most intimate, cruel way. It could be a potentially lonely existence, or a very calculated one. But at this point, it wasn’t news for him. It came with the territory. “Tell you what… why don’t we choose a few of the prettiest ones after your show and take them to a swim in the lake? If we’re discreet, no one will really think much of drunk people and large bodies of water”, and he smiled, the way that murderous plots and meyr-like amusement made him do. Surface morality had always been rather dull and unfunded. So many rules, so many standards. Why couldn’t humans just accept they were animals too? For civility seemed to take the best out of them these days. “When you get up there, then, make me worship you, Kamryn. I mean it”.
Blair reached out for his glass again, alcohol meeting his lips as he considered her words. Not a bad idea, really. Potentially problematic, but not bad. “I think I’m going to torture her first. Keep her at work until late, make her hear things no one else does. Watch her, follow her, haunt her, until she actually believes she’s losing her mind. Then, and only then, I might kill her,” Blair shrugged, “I do love to play a little bit before the grand finale, you know? Arkic didn’t have quite the supply of sailors you lot have, so we tend to make it last longer…” he stated, quite matter-of-factly. Cultural differences aside, meyrs did have a common ground between them, it seemed. “I know it seems strange, but it feels amazing to be a soloist in an orchestra. You need to be talented, powerful and in control of dozens of violins and violinists to both compliment their individual skill and make them seem nothing compared to your genius. I don’t want to just be on the center of attention, I want to command it despite of all the others. That’s why I don’t work outside the orchestra. It isn’t nearly as much fun. That is, when that plague is out of my way,” he took a deep breath, scorn in every word directed to the present soloist. One that, as soon as Kamryn commanded the alcohol into existence, seemed to disappear just as quickly as it came. “And that, darling, is why I could kiss you right now, you beautiful, majestic, little monster,” Blair smiled, wildly, a hand already stretching towards the absinthe bottle. Goddesses, that woman was perfection.
THE IDEA THAT kamryn would ever do anything that wouldn’t make the world want to worship her was laughable. the meyr thought herself incapable of love, but the simple truth was that she loved herself more than she would ever love another person. obsessed with everything about herself, from her personality to her physical body, to the things she was capable of, in her own eyes she was the definition of perfection. and for those in the lusty lady, that was the truth. even when she was lounging, eyes from the crowd kept swaying to her, checking her, looking, waiting, watching. she had a special way of making people fall in love with her. maybe it was the combination of her beauty and that ‘ i will eat your heart peasant ‘ vibe she tended to give off. whatever it was, kamryn hadn’t received any complaints so far. still, he seemed doubtful of that. “ trust me. you’ll want to eat me alive when i get on that stage. “
“ you could be her knight in shining armor to top it off. be the nightmare, and be the light that makes the nightmare go away, “ a flick of the wrist, as elegant as a wave, as effortless too. “ it’ll make the kill sooo much sweeter. that look of betrayal when she realizes it was you all along. “ a small feminine noise akin to a moan fluttered past pouty lips. the truth of kamryn’s existance was that she was cruel, thrived off the suffering of others but that was simply what was expected of her. except, even then, perhaps the regent took it a little too far. “ and of course, if you want any help... i am always open to play with the fragile minds of those below me. “
a grin, all sharp teeth and lethal capability. “ so, since we’re on the same page, aka me being absolute perfection, once i take my spot on the stage you can only take your eyes off me to refill your glass. though, i would prefer if you’d take good use of our lovely bar tenders and simply get them to do so. i require full and complete attention, and i settle for nothing. “ at all, ever. settling was not in her nature. she pushed off her chair in one fluid movement, heels hitting the floor. it was time for her to do her thing, after all. or well, get ready to do her thing. “ it’ll be blasphemy to disobey your new goddess, after all. “ her nails trailed up his arm before she was turning and heading towards the back of the club. she’d need a few minutes to get ready, after all, she couldn’t go up in what she was wearing : no, the thong and bra was simply not enough for one of her shows.
the signal that kamryn was about to take the stage came in the form of the lights almost entirely turning off. around the stage where she would soon become the star remained completely black. when the spotlight did come on, it rested on kamryn. at the end of the stage placed in a chair akin to a throne, wearing knee high red boots and hidden beneath a giant fur coat. the club remains silent for a moment longer, while the queen seemed to look out over her subjects, making a point to catch the older meyrs gaze --- the only one she bothers to actually meet. the rest were too far below her. thats when the song finally kicks in, and of course, billie eilishes you should see me in a crown begins to play over the speakers. even still, the queen bothers not to move. instead, tilting her head back with the lyrics and rolling her tongue out of her mouth for a mere moment, lingering on the chair for a few seconds to do some basic leg work before standing up finally. agile fingers drag the coat off her, bending her body and smoothing the coat out over the chair. a small stretch with a hum of the words came before she began to twirl to be more center of the stage, and so, the show begins.
the dance comes to a stop with kamryn posed in the splits, crown placed a top her head. and while the song was over, and her dance was done, the show was not. the regent made point of slowly raising up out of the splits and strutting off the stage, crown still perfectly nestled on her head. finally reemerging onto the club floor the girl was now sporting her own clothing, a pair of shorts that showed off everything it needed to and a crop top, long hair a mess around her shoulders. “ and what of that, hm? worship me yet? “
