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If someone had said that to him, the prince would have ripped their head off. Then, as his signature move went, throw them out a glass window. Preferably onto a sharp and spiky bush, or maybe some good old-fashioned broken stone. But the palace was well-kept, so usually they just fell on the mosaics decorating the ground around the palace,
Alas, Frey's Achilles heel was the dark. And he was never good at concealing the evident fear, the obvious panic running and pulsing through his eyes. He hardly heard what Asbel said at all, only registering something about being cruel. At that, topaz eyes rolled. "And what perks, I may ask, are there to being kind? Friends, happiness? Things you can buy with money. And I'll always have that." Even if he never attained the crown, he would still be wealthy.
But it was still dark, and he was too busy hyperventilating to say anything else. Asbel was like a lighthouse in the dark. How ironic. "So what if I'm cruel and sharp? It's so much more relaxing." If he was nice, he would have to be very thoughtful about what he said.
Despite his words, Frey had been nice to Aren, so the prince was more than capable at it. Maybe it was even how he truly was, beyond his untouchably demonic exterior. But nobody would know that. Only the oracle and Lucian, his older brother's, dragon.
And he had sworn them both to secrecy. "...What is it you want, Quack?" He mocked. "Or do you not ask for anything your owners tell you not to have? Must be nice to be their little pet, eh?" Frey has seemed to temporarily overcome his fears simply to mock the phoenix.
Alas, Frey's Achilles heel was the dark. And he was never good at concealing the evident fear, the obvious panic running and pulsing through his eyes. He hardly heard what Asbel said at all, only registering something about being cruel. At that, topaz eyes rolled. "And what perks, I may ask, are there to being kind? Friends, happiness? Things you can buy with money. And I'll always have that." Even if he never attained the crown, he would still be wealthy.
But it was still dark, and he was too busy hyperventilating to say anything else. Asbel was like a lighthouse in the dark. How ironic. "So what if I'm cruel and sharp? It's so much more relaxing." If he was nice, he would have to be very thoughtful about what he said.
Despite his words, Frey had been nice to Aren, so the prince was more than capable at it. Maybe it was even how he truly was, beyond his untouchably demonic exterior. But nobody would know that. Only the oracle and Lucian, his older brother's, dragon.
And he had sworn them both to secrecy. "...What is it you want, Quack?" He mocked. "Or do you not ask for anything your owners tell you not to have? Must be nice to be their little pet, eh?" Frey has seemed to temporarily overcome his fears simply to mock the phoenix.
Alright. xD
The prince's eyes flashed with confusion. The lion wished to be free? The almighty deity of Hamza? He had wings tough as dragon hide and the strength of a demon! What more freedom could he possibly receive? If Cyrus was a winged lion, he would be more free than he could even think about being while a human. Hastily, he nodded.
While his hand was placed on the lion's head, he couldn't help but notice how soft it was, even after being worn by the desert. As their minds became one, Cyrus thought of a story he was taught as a child.
He was sitting in an adobe room full of light. He was listening to his grandmother speak, her golden eyes glowing with wisdom. Once, she told him, there was an owl and a fox. Fox spent all his time foraging and hunting while he could, because he was on the ground. Owl, on the other hand, has wings. His life was easy. He spent his time dancing with the moon, napping on clouds, and sipping starlight. 'What a waste!' Fox said. 'If I had wings, I would be doing things to help the desert!"
So one day, Owl stopped at an oasis and took a drink of water. Fox came and swallowed him whole. Owl had clusmy feet, and couldnt run away. He took owl's wings, and he could fly. But once he saw how fun and easy it was to fly, he forgot about helping the desert. He spend his time sleeping in clouds and drinking from rainbows, until he forgot how to walk. There was a thunderstorm one day, and fox, who had forgotten the ground, died in the sky...
It was a sad story, but had a good moral. A sad one. And right now, he could feel a forlorn sadness coming from the lion, Ralarulash. Mindlessly, the stunning prince repeated words he did not know, in a language he didn't understand.
While his hand was placed on the lion's head, he couldn't help but notice how soft it was, even after being worn by the desert. As their minds became one, Cyrus thought of a story he was taught as a child.
He was sitting in an adobe room full of light. He was listening to his grandmother speak, her golden eyes glowing with wisdom. Once, she told him, there was an owl and a fox. Fox spent all his time foraging and hunting while he could, because he was on the ground. Owl, on the other hand, has wings. His life was easy. He spent his time dancing with the moon, napping on clouds, and sipping starlight. 'What a waste!' Fox said. 'If I had wings, I would be doing things to help the desert!"
So one day, Owl stopped at an oasis and took a drink of water. Fox came and swallowed him whole. Owl had clusmy feet, and couldnt run away. He took owl's wings, and he could fly. But once he saw how fun and easy it was to fly, he forgot about helping the desert. He spend his time sleeping in clouds and drinking from rainbows, until he forgot how to walk. There was a thunderstorm one day, and fox, who had forgotten the ground, died in the sky...
It was a sad story, but had a good moral. A sad one. And right now, he could feel a forlorn sadness coming from the lion, Ralarulash. Mindlessly, the stunning prince repeated words he did not know, in a language he didn't understand.
It seemed almost as if there was an aura of death surrounding the reaper. Harp expected it to stride pridefully, proud it was so powerful. Instead, he noticed the being limped a bit solemnly. The cupid's eyes softened. Why was the reaper so sad? Nevertheless, Harp stepped a side and got out of his way.
The hooded reaper then did something rather strange. It began walking up stairs no one else could possibly see, taking then into the air. An emotion was radiated. It came from every direction, though Harp could feel the reaper was causing it. 'Impending doom...'
Swallowing thickly, the pink-eyed angel watched as the reaper phased through Darri and to where the storage boxes were kept. It was very slow. Finally, the reaper found whatever they were looking for. It looked to be a child's toy a porcelain doll. But what in the world would it be doing here..? Suddenly, as if it realized Harp was there, appeared in front of him at an alarming speed. "Despair... Despair Bel..." It croaked in a hoarse voice that could be male or female.
It then drifted back to Darri, and placed the doll on the counter, pointing to it silently. Harp shivered. The reaper had really scared him. He found himself walking to a room with a triangle and a poorly drawn man on it. Carefully, he pushed it open, wanting distance between him and the being.
When he saw Bel, hair dripping wet, his eyes bugged and his jaw dropped. The color...! It was... pink! Like his eyes! Suddenly, the cupid smiled warmly. "Did you pick that color on purpose?" The angel laughed. He then gnawed his lip. "There's um... a reaper in there, and I was a little scared, so... yeah."
The hooded reaper then did something rather strange. It began walking up stairs no one else could possibly see, taking then into the air. An emotion was radiated. It came from every direction, though Harp could feel the reaper was causing it. 'Impending doom...'
Swallowing thickly, the pink-eyed angel watched as the reaper phased through Darri and to where the storage boxes were kept. It was very slow. Finally, the reaper found whatever they were looking for. It looked to be a child's toy a porcelain doll. But what in the world would it be doing here..? Suddenly, as if it realized Harp was there, appeared in front of him at an alarming speed. "Despair... Despair Bel..." It croaked in a hoarse voice that could be male or female.
It then drifted back to Darri, and placed the doll on the counter, pointing to it silently. Harp shivered. The reaper had really scared him. He found himself walking to a room with a triangle and a poorly drawn man on it. Carefully, he pushed it open, wanting distance between him and the being.
When he saw Bel, hair dripping wet, his eyes bugged and his jaw dropped. The color...! It was... pink! Like his eyes! Suddenly, the cupid smiled warmly. "Did you pick that color on purpose?" The angel laughed. He then gnawed his lip. "There's um... a reaper in there, and I was a little scared, so... yeah."
Frey blinked in surprise as the phoenix placed a hand on his wrist in response. Most interesting.. Did this mean Asbel was going to bite back? Frey smirked, thinking about the possibilities. If Asbel fought him, maybe he could get the phoenix to lose some of his privileges. The fact he had a bigger room really bugged him, for some reason. He was about to say something snarky, and licked his lips.
But before he could do just that, he was submerged into a sea of darkness. Smug topaz eyes widened in fear. The dark! More than anything else, he hated darkness. You never did know what it hid, what would come popping out...
Not to mention, the prince had bad experiences with darkness before. Frantic eyes caught sight of a luminescent object, and Frey moved to cling to it, only to realize in dispair it was Asbel. He flinched and withdrew his stance, but his wrist was still held form. Terrified, the silber-haired demon realized Asbel did this. He didn't know how, but he wasn't taking any chances.
Though he was scared, he couldn't help but narrow his eyes at Asbel's words. Maybe he could reason with him. If Frey could get him to turn the lights on, then it would all be alright. Everything would be... fine...
He bowed his head a bit, not having the energy to be cruel. Why did he do this to himself all the time...? But Asbel had cornered him. Usually he was prepared for this sort of thing, but had underestimated the god-bird. Biting his lip, he spoke softly and cautiously, as if he was addressing a king, and he was a peasant. "I... I..." He was at a loss for words. "You're immortal... it doesn't matter... " He whispered.
"Since when did a hug become a hurtful gesture? Because that would be news to me. I want.." Frey paused. His had to play his cards right, or he would succumb to his fears. He had a feeling Asbel has a lot of intuition, so lying wouldn't be an option. "Let me ask you something..."
"Can you imagine a group of pirates out at sea, looking for treasure? Well, one day they find a whole island full of chests and pots filled to the brim with gold, jewels, the whole package. But... the more they see, the less impressed they are with what they find next. Say, they find a fountain of youth. Well... a chest of gold sounds a little boring now, doesn't it?" He spat.
But before he could do just that, he was submerged into a sea of darkness. Smug topaz eyes widened in fear. The dark! More than anything else, he hated darkness. You never did know what it hid, what would come popping out...
Not to mention, the prince had bad experiences with darkness before. Frantic eyes caught sight of a luminescent object, and Frey moved to cling to it, only to realize in dispair it was Asbel. He flinched and withdrew his stance, but his wrist was still held form. Terrified, the silber-haired demon realized Asbel did this. He didn't know how, but he wasn't taking any chances.
Though he was scared, he couldn't help but narrow his eyes at Asbel's words. Maybe he could reason with him. If Frey could get him to turn the lights on, then it would all be alright. Everything would be... fine...
He bowed his head a bit, not having the energy to be cruel. Why did he do this to himself all the time...? But Asbel had cornered him. Usually he was prepared for this sort of thing, but had underestimated the god-bird. Biting his lip, he spoke softly and cautiously, as if he was addressing a king, and he was a peasant. "I... I..." He was at a loss for words. "You're immortal... it doesn't matter... " He whispered.
"Since when did a hug become a hurtful gesture? Because that would be news to me. I want.." Frey paused. His had to play his cards right, or he would succumb to his fears. He had a feeling Asbel has a lot of intuition, so lying wouldn't be an option. "Let me ask you something..."
"Can you imagine a group of pirates out at sea, looking for treasure? Well, one day they find a whole island full of chests and pots filled to the brim with gold, jewels, the whole package. But... the more they see, the less impressed they are with what they find next. Say, they find a fountain of youth. Well... a chest of gold sounds a little boring now, doesn't it?" He spat.
I enjoyed it.
XD LOL, PINK HAIR.
XD LOL, PINK HAIR.
Ferris squeaked in surprise as Runs fell on him. Well, that was clumsy of the rokea. Giggling slightly, the merman felt his head smash against the floor and he became increasingly dizzy. There were millions of microscopic black notes dotting his vision. He hit his head pretty hard. He simply nodded in affirmation, still dazed.
He didn't notice he menacing fins just outside the window, nor the feeling of something- or someone- ramming into the hull of the boat!
He didn't notice he menacing fins just outside the window, nor the feeling of something- or someone- ramming into the hull of the boat!
Reaching out with his non-wounded hand, Frey stopped as Aren quickly excused himself and left. His expression was priceless. "Ah, I live for moment like these.. " He said before errputing into a stream of insane giggles and laughter. Everyone in the rooms around him had moved; they wouldn't jeapordize their safety by being around the prince! But once he was sure all the company was gone, Frey stopped and placed a single hand on the windowsil. "Aren never finished cleaning the shards of glass..." He mused nonchalantly.
For a moment, he was considering tracking the brown-haired servant down and telling at him to clean it up, but decided that he had scared the poor guy enough for one night. Even Frey had his morals. Plus, he didn't really have anything against the other guy.
Asbel, on the other hand, was another story. The prince snickered, knowing all he needed to do was hug the phoenix and he would be so mad! Frey slipped PFF his shoes. If he padded around n his socks, of was easier to slip by everyone else's rooms.
As he walked, he was glad that the halls were lit by chandeliers. He had a horrible fear of the dark. Ever since the day he had been trapped in a forest at night.. Ever since he had seen wolves and bears corrupted by darkness... he could never live without light of some kind.
Finally, Frey made it to Asbel's room. Casually, he strolled in. "Why hello there, Asbel." He said in a chipper tone and walking over to him. Ignoring any pleas or words, Frey placed his hand on the phoenix's shoulder. It was actually pretty bright. Good thing, too...
For a moment, he was considering tracking the brown-haired servant down and telling at him to clean it up, but decided that he had scared the poor guy enough for one night. Even Frey had his morals. Plus, he didn't really have anything against the other guy.
Asbel, on the other hand, was another story. The prince snickered, knowing all he needed to do was hug the phoenix and he would be so mad! Frey slipped PFF his shoes. If he padded around n his socks, of was easier to slip by everyone else's rooms.
As he walked, he was glad that the halls were lit by chandeliers. He had a horrible fear of the dark. Ever since the day he had been trapped in a forest at night.. Ever since he had seen wolves and bears corrupted by darkness... he could never live without light of some kind.
Finally, Frey made it to Asbel's room. Casually, he strolled in. "Why hello there, Asbel." He said in a chipper tone and walking over to him. Ignoring any pleas or words, Frey placed his hand on the phoenix's shoulder. It was actually pretty bright. Good thing, too...
Okay! Thanks for your understanding! :3
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