♛Glamour & Cruelty♛

His appointment with the king was long past its time---and Kuja was not the sort to abide by tardiness. Thus, if his host was going to turn ghost on him, the celestial being would gladly do the same, meandering about the halls like a wayward spirit, examining the various facets of the fineries that royalty provided: stunning décor with high-vaulted ceilings and twining staircases; ornate, gilded furniture adorned with plush cushions; rare and vastly-sourced trinkets from across the continent---so on, and so forth. Kuja himself maintained such an estate, even more maximalist in nature---though, alas, nowhere near as king-sized as this.

Therefore,  it turned out to be quite the distracting trek before Kuja eventually rounded once again to what he was certain was meant to be the designated meeting place---which revealed no king whatsoever.

A silent sigh through his nose, Kuja decided then to recline upon one of the velvet-lined sofas, silken robes fluttering and folding in an enchanting, sculpturesque fashion as he did so. And yet, before he could engage in complete repose, he sensed that he was not at all alone---that, just around the corner, there existed another presence: small, nervous---and the tuft of black hair certainly did the child no favors in remaining hidden.

𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐝 𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐧, 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭'𝐬 𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐞 ?

behind the mask

you aren’t slick about whatever you think you’re hiding. glass shatters in your midst, blood spills, children scream. like some of your friends, your personality of choice is entirely artificial. the difference between you and them is that you can get away with it. you’re unknown, perhaps even to yourself, and your goals are complex and unknown. anyone stupid enough to fall for you is setting themselves up to be frustrated and confused, owing to your being ultimately unknowable. i hope you can find an identity that makes you comfortable.