a king walks among us
He is following her from the beginning. He is not a guard standing at the wall but he is near enough to see it collapse quietly into diamonds (how beautiful) and from that moment he is enchanted. He does not know her for who she is but he sees the way she touches things and turns them to more beautiful things.
It is so entrancing. Even if he knew he was meant to look for her he would not think to. She is all art and magic and the untouchable strangeness of the world above. If only he had known before that there was more to it than blood. He stands in the shadows as she sends away the starving families of this land; he is well fed and towering and does not hold the stature of the beaten. He was given power. Choice. Instruction. Praise.
It is all he has ever wanted (he thinks).
He catches the first flower between his teeth but then there are more, and he wants all of them but there is not enough space in his maw to hold them all and then he could not ask her what he is dying to know. (What does he want to know? How she does it? Who she is? What she is? He is not even certain of that.)
And she does not stop. She does not pause except to tell the starving to go, and they are such an unfamiliar sight to El Rey he is still not entirely certain what their bodies mean. It is only when he grows entirely frustrated of the shadows and silence does he say, around his metal blossom, ”Excuse me?” (He would’ve asked what she is, immediately, but he has begun to learn that there are things you must say first, or else you may be passed over - and that is not something he wishes for. Certainly not now.)
@Isra | Lacrimosa
”in blood the blade, to its golden hilt, I’ll drown,“
I pledge you now, to death they all are bound,
