❝ behold.

hewwo I wuv you

the trailing tips of regret drifting along life's course (you did ask for this) while gilded gold watches on. previous indifference meeting experienced choices. such emotions unbefitting of one destined to live indifferently; but that he didn't, did he    ?    a steep drop, this cliff into a self made oblivion.    ❛    where is that smile, no    ?    it seems I’ve missed much.    ❜

a hairs breath away from lingering flames passed off frozen testaments lost within oppressive moments. the stagnant silence more deafening than any spoken word. soft smile (pressed back in memory) a peace offering. an apology.    ❛    aah...    ❜

❛    is that not how this was made to transpire    ?    ❜    the caster’s eyebrows raised in unamused dissatisfaction. solomon clicking his tongue. a simple wave of his hand motioning to the scattered cards blanketing the unkempt room. however the previous plans had expected to go was not the outcome; a pity.    ❛    a tower needs a solid base. you seem to be lacking such forethought.    ❜

amalgamation of errant parts pieced together like a puzzle whose beauty lay in the fruits of its purpose. careful hand reaching out to steady misplaced steps. her grasp tight on multitudes of color bloomed bright in springs ascent.    ❛    careful--    ❜    there was no rush     ❛    --you would not wish to lose your prize.    ❜

the pharaoh    !    the sun himself shining down upon wayward endeavors    !    the caster’s bemused eyeline trapezing along the boisterous entrance. it seems he thought this a gift. well, no matter; such things were true tests of the heart (what is a king to a god?).     ❛    is there something you require    ?    ❜    acts mere allowances in entertainment. humanity not without its faults.

molten golds gaze tracks patterns across the countertop, following deft movements. one assured of himself. smile lost behind winters course--the assassin was very dedicated--with covered laughter. solomon thought it all rather humorous (was that edible?).     ❛    I do hope that’s strawberry    &    not raspberry. otherwise, I’m afraid you already failed.    ❜

Roman: Ten.

Merlin: Ten what?

pursed smile thrown with cheerful disregard to a figure familiarized. fingers faked claws obscuring a felines golden stare painted with a spark of humor; solomon taking momentary pleasure with the casters attention grasped. soft, rumbled laugh (captured under breath) no mask for playful words.    ❛    nya    ?    ❜

❛    Hello--    ❜    fingers passed as a partial wave (with ease) at winters peak. amalgamation given form    &    thoughts gone awry. solomon granting the girl a cordial smile. young ones adrift in times vagrant tests. there were depths of undiscovered promise buried under mounds of vacant knowledging brimging with unsought potetial.     ❛    --I do not believe I have been granted the pleasure of our aquantence.    ❜