chest: CLOSED — Thoughts — "Speech" — Bonded
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Just as quickly as the crowd dispersed, it seemed to re-converge once more... different bodies but not at all unlike a pulsing wave of insects. The scattered fruit flies and gnats - with their bony ribs and hungry eyes - picked off the fruit as soon as it fell to the dry, dusty earth while the blood upon his leg clotted and @Efphion's glare died a lonely death upon the back of his skull.
And just like that, @Ipomoea's basket was as bone dry as the very soil it rested upon.
But his words, unlike his basket, were not empty. Torstein felt the anger, the disgust that brewed upon every syllable... the titan knew of the Flower Regent, but oh, how long had it been since the rose sprouted thorns? Since when did he carry a weapon? Since when was it not just his hoof prints that commanded nature to grow, but his hatred?
You have no right.. were true words — but no one stopped him, did they? A dictator fed by the hopeless fools who licked his boots even while they were squashed beneath them. Oh @
Blood red eyes turned once more to the quicksilver and he felt his skin prickle as their gazes met. If only the giant knew @Raum's thoughts, if only if only! How he would agree, how he wished every recent day that he had been slaughtered upon that altar so long ago... his blood painting Caligo an abhorrent shade of crimson. Or maybe Raum was not entirely human and instead of red, electric blue pulsed and would spill from his veins.
Yet here I am - such an arrogant statement, filled with nothing but the sound of a man swallowed by a void. Torstein felt no pity within his heart, although the dryness of his throat was shocking. The twitch of his lip was hard to contain, but the mountain stayed silent. When will your righteousness burn you apart, Ipomoea?
What a fucking joke. Everything within the titan wants to rip the quicksilver mole to shreds - to pierce him upon the very bones of those he's slaughtered - and he struggles to quell the nauseating hatred swelling in his chest. It pulses numbly alongside the Deluminian Regent's... and briefly quiets when @
He wondered who else would show face. Would the next - because he was sure there was more - be someone else to grovel at Raum's feet? Would they appear to take his side, only to turn against him like much like Efphion (was everything right in that woman's mind?) suddenly did? Did the quicksilver really expect anyone to truly fight for him?
Tor cleared his throat... and far above, Circle circled, her shadow offering brief glimpses of relief from the unrelenting sun.
Run, they begged of the Regent made of roses and thorns... but would he?
[ooc] This ended up being a whole lotta words for someone who ends up saying literally nothing this post... :'D /shot/ Please excuse what is (essentially) fluff! [/ooc]
art © memuii — texture stock © ofruin-stock — coding © inkbone
[ please tag @Torstein in all replies ]
I have three eyes
TWO TO LOOK ONE TO SEE
