DEATH IS COMING FOR YOU BUT YOU ARLEADY KNEW THAT

STRUCK DOWN BEFORE WINGS ARE ABLE TO UNFURL ——   aptly appropriate,  though the gold of his regalia shall always shine through.  at her frankness his composure does not stir,  not even out of annoyance.  the mask,  wretched and looming,  does not move.  that eye,  that one eye peeking out from behind the perfectly etched expression gleams.  it burns.  he lets out a half - throaty chuckle,  fingertips drumming against his side.   ❛  how you wound me  !  we have not even exchanged names and you are alright assuming so much from so little.  ❜ 

                             first rule to being a sentinal    /    second rule to being a sentinal    /    questions ?

❛  A REAL FIGHTER, AIN’T’CHA?  I CAN TELL  ------  ❜     all things considered  --  a small child in vast dark forests, without     a thing to her name but the cloths on her back,    &.    tattered toy     in hand, looking pretty content without the help of another  --  how    could senna deduce anything less?  crouched before the little girl,    legs tucked    &.    knees, a perch for her chin whilst arms merely     hug themselves beneath, hooded head tilts just a tad.        there’s     utmost sincerity in the way brows pinch with some concern any     well - minded adult ought to show for a lonesome child.  even  IF    said child seems to be alright. 

   luminous emerald hues look to the bear.  lips curl    &.    a chuckle    slips without parting the smile.  ❛  plus,  great company makes     a     world   of difference,  don’t it?   ❜

❛  oh,  i have had far worse critiques in the past,  my dear. ❜   A TRUTH HE DOES NOT MIND IN SHARING,  though all the rest are safely tucked beneath the plume of his golden trimmed cape.   he can only smile.   ❛  you must realise that everyone wears a mask. ❜

who knows.  maybe it   IS   just the mask.