 WE HOPE THAT YOU CHOKE
THAT YOU CHOKE
The king eyed her with a pensive, pondering gaze until she slightly acknowledged his strength a gesture that Maxence hadn't expected from her after the bollocking he'd just given her. Perhaps he wondered if she wanted something from him, though really if he had known that al she wished for was a decent conversation and the chance to learn more about him he might be happy to oblige her. It seemed his lack of trust in any man or woman lead him to being a hideous conversational partner.
On the topic of the wreaths, Maxence turned his glances between the gathered flowers and the woman who helped with picking them and his countenance turned slightly puzzled. "Is it not a custom to award warriors with wreaths where you're from?" He asked her, brows knitted together. "It's not my thing, it's what tradition demands" the king would soon clarify, though with each passing second the more he worried that it was not a custom anyone else would be familiar with.
"No flowers" He ordered, taking his steps toward a withered, dry devilwood that had most certainly seen better days in the rainy season. Plucking just enough from the bush to weave wreaths, the king straightened and looked ot Bexley with a stern sigh. "We're done here. Perhas you can find another arrangement for the flowers. They might... look nice in your hair"
And with that, the king was off. After placing the coils of devilwood into his harness for safekeeping he took to the skies with just a few beats of his wings, sights seeking the Day Court.
AND YOU CAN LAUGH
A SPINELESS LAUGH
WE HOPE THAT YOU CHOKE
THAT YOU CHOKE
✝
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