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The quieter you become, the more you can hear.
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REIJI NAMIKAWA
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I’m not used to being wanted.
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{ trainees; jezebelle - private
"I know it is the feeling of wanting…or needing something… Someone.”
{ Hearing his words, the demonic princess turned away, and murmured softly, “Ever just the same Ever a surprise Ever as before, Ever just as sure, As the sun will rise…”
The little princess’s form started to shake, and tears began to fall from her eyes. In deep embarrassment, Jezebelle ran away from her uncle, with nary a goodbye.
When her tears dropped onto a blooming red rose, the flower was immediately preserved in resin, hardening, turning into a pale, golden amber.
"even when he isn’t here, his words still reach me—Obito… could anyone tell me‐why‐,exactly, do I feel this way?"
Watching her cry and run away like that, Buer was left in the open, staring off at the direction where the young princess retreated to. Buer wasn't sure if he should go after the troubled lady and console her. For all he knows, the other deserves her privacy, and he doesn't want to invade it unless she opens it up to him.
"Then why not write a book? Words and letters, to define it. Definite, answers the questions..." he mused the music to himself, shrugging as he decided to go after her anyway, steps patiently looking for where the demon went off to. He sighed to himself though, wondering if her parents had to know something about this.
” You’re gonna leave ‘em all in awe. ” { jez talks to buer about animals
"Am I?" he questioned, confused at her statement.
The aura was demonic. The guise was, in short, rather convincing—so convincing Dantalion silently applauded the other mentally for being able to manifest such a guise. Though, he was also a demon of convincing masks and thus was able to tell whether a countenance was genuine or not. But alas, this one was rather strong, so it had taken the Djinn a bit to decipher. Now, the only task left was to identify the demon, for there was familiarity. Oh, but from where? “No,” Dantalion shook his head. “I don’t believe I do.”
Ah now he was beginning to recall that familiar fragrance. Just like from that place the scent which lingered on the other demons he met before. Suspecting a bit from it, Buer decided to be a little more aware, however, tried not to look too wary on his outward expression as well. "Oh, I see. I was thinking you might know him since..." he glanced at the uniform, implying. And he was hoping he would see that kid around the place again... Maybe he's busy? "I'm afraid I haven't introduced myself. I'm Buer Ghendarme, a traveling veterinarian. You are?"
{Raise your hand if you've ever felt like a shitty rp partner.}
♔ — For him to be king that meant not only his twelve elder brothers had to disappear but his parents as well.
He did not know his mother well at all. Nor his father. And he knew a few of his brothers. The ones closest to him in ages a bit better than the much older ones. By all accounts they were not exactly a good family. But they were in fact just that.
He very much wanted to become King. But not at such a heavy cost. He recalled, quite vividly, Anna saying how all his brothers could come to Arendelle for their wedding. Such a thought had been wonderful. To have everyone there despite such past treatments. They were not close and perhaps he wouldn’t mourn them if they should pass but he would not wish ill will upon any of them either.
Blood was still blood. And no thrown was worth the spilling of it. Despite what he had tried to do to Queen Elsa and Princess Anna… it wasn’t how he wanted things to be done. He did not want to be that kind of King. His gloves were dirty because of this cell, representing his actions quite well. But they were not bloody and he wished to keep them that way.
"I decline such an offer. A throne made from their bones is not what a seek. Nor will I ever."
He remember saying he gave the other no choice to refuse, so what ever reply he got, it would fall deaf on his ears anyway. But why even bothering asking. Oh, courtesy. Pointless, actually. Either way, this was his idea, and he's not giving it up. Living for hundreds of years not being able to die ended up too boring. And Collin had always been seeking for entertainment for whatever it takes to be so amusing.
"Ah, well. I guess this would be better." The joy in his voice dropped, but a very short moment later, he leaned closer to the bars, smiling twisted as his eyes are. Even the aura around him turned dark, heavy... "If you refuse, the more fun this would be then..." he lightly chucking, pulling away. Then he regained his bright demeanor. "I expect a nice reaction from you, alright? Since you'll be the only one left in your family after this!" he cheerfully waved, taking steps back, "You stay put behind bars here alright~? Hehehe—"
{ trainees; jezebelle - private
{ “He lives in a daydream…
Where I don’t belong Cause he is the sunlight And my sun is gone…”
Jezebelle sang another song, one that might get her point across. She was aware of Halphas’s presence, but the music swept her fears away.
She laughed, a hollow sound. “I’ve always been aching for something or other, uncle Buer. Don’t we all?”
The 15 year-old princess looked up at Buer, her eyes sincere and vulnerable, unlike her mother’s; Vanessa’s eyes, Jezebelle knew, hid secrets and had monstrous things growing from every which way, like the thorns of a black rose.
"Tell me, uncle. What do you know of desire?”
" True. " he can't help but emit a small breathe of smile on his feature. Eyes in guilt briefly glanced at the side, but returned to her once more. " However, you , seem to look like you need a breather." Jezebelle was way too different from her mother. Perhaps a little more serious, he'd suppose. And quite easier to talk with, actually. In a sense he didn't have to get rolled around somewhat while trying to have a civil conversation.
d e s i r e . ? Is this what she was musing on about? "I know it is the feeling of wanting...or needing something... Someone." Eyes in question glanced at her, but never implying anything. He was curious though, however, "Does that answer your question, m'lady?"
♔ — ”I did it all on my own,” he admitted. Taking over the monarchy and killing the sisters truly had not been his intent it just.. happened. And all he could tell anyone was that he didn’t know why he did it. Cause he didn’t.
Did he want to be king? Well of course. Every young prince probably does, especially ones that have been told all their lives that they don’t have the slightest chance of that ever happening. How badly did he want to be king? Well. Right this moment not very much. And to be honest he hadn’t wanted it before that badly. It had just… Well. It was impossible to be explain.
"I want to be king just as anyone else in my position," This person could make it so? He’d just offered him an escape from prison. Truly this person was up to no good. Probably just tricks and lies… he had no need for any of that.
"Ahahaha, well that answer is enough!" he laughed, smiling happily at the prisoner, "But you don't seem determined like any other person in your position, princey. How about I give you an incentive?" Something to rile this up. Collin don't want to drop this into something dull and boring.
"Ah well, here it is. How 'bout we give your kingdom no other option but to appoint you as king? Since, you know, I'll be throwing those who's standing in your way," despite changing the words he used, he figured the other would hopefully understand what it meant, "That's how it goes, right? Don't tell me I'm wrong, ahaha!" He tapped a nail on the bar to make small noises. "So you in? I'm not giving you an option too to say 'no'~"
{ trainees; jezebelle - private
{ Jezebelle smiled when she saw uncle Buer appear. She was still a little embarrassed at what happened with Halphas, so the distraction was very welcome. She curtsied to him and replied with another verse, in turn:
"ωнєяє тнєяє ιѕ ∂єѕιяє тнєяє ιѕ gσηηα вє α ƒℓαмє ωнєяє тнєяє ιѕ α ƒℓαмє ѕσмєσηє’ѕ вσυη∂ тσ gєт вυяηє∂…”
" They're poking and joking, and when they're tired no more happy or laughing, w a i t ; — what just happened? "
He sang a different song this time, but he ended it there, pausing for a bit before returning the gesture to the other. "I sense ache beyond the coolest waters. Is there something bothering you, m'lady?"
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{ trainees; jezebelle - private
{ Jezebelle is strolling through her mother’s garden, reciting poetry to herself. Her voice is full of longing, and the flowers at her feet droop slightly as she passes by.
"Funny how the heart can be deceiving
More than just a couple times
Why do we fall in love so easy?
Even when it’s not right…”
He would easily notice the dropping atmosphere around the other, and happening to be here when she passes by, Buer chimed along after she mused in her poetry. If it was music, then he can have something to share her with. Just a song from the human realm, but it was worth it anyways.
" Love is just a gum that we replace without a care. Had your heart forever, now another day is here. The puzzle pieces of our life will rarely make a fit But we take our chances and go along with it~ "