three eyed king.

TXT: haha i’d give u long and nice massage like u kno me babe ;)))

                                                                                    i have a type

   ❛ that’s what you are-- you are just an ant pushing grains of sand for AN ILLUSION. miserable. ❜

                                                     ( obviously, you dare to think otherwise? )

       the booming voice bears a hint of CONCERN wafting through the anger&confusion-- he exhales fury directed at the forces unknown which decided to imprison them in those INFERIOR life forces...! and to think that his QUEEN is to share such an undignified vessel... unforgivable.

      ❛ remove yourself from my way. ❜ his is the throat that is used to expectorating orders with a ghastly flair. and his are the talons which hold a SCYTHE-- it is not wise to oppose a monarch who walks with death itself.

     ( behind the ivory mask a sneer is hiding, like a viper lurking between blades of grass. although the king’s speech was VENOMOUS enough-- tis a shame nobody can see those glorious fangs of his glistening with malicious intent. )

        ❛ You are in presence of a KING-- if you plan to show the same lack of respect to my wife, you will not walk out of this throne room ALIVE, do you understand? You will pay your honors properly if you want this visit to continue. ❜

      he speaks like a warrior dragging his claw along the edge of the dulled sword, regarding the blade with contempt-- it is unfit for his duty and SHE is unfit for their REVENGE ( those weak&feeble bodies are the final nails to his regal coffin ).