#affctus

How ODD, how bizarre could a little girl be?           Was it that she was little,or was it simple his being ageless that prompted her to be such in his mind? Of which was fact, he had no certainty. Digitized self remains before her, a PROJECTION of a true self caught in the confines of a screen. Yet, purpose remains singular; a guide, a merchant, a GOD in his own right. Head cants, soulless eyes of mask fixated on her being, laugh low in his throat. He has seen gore and carnage and death--why, now, would he feel anything but complacency? 

“ Seriously? You need to w-...watch w-where you are goin’, you cur. “ The sea dweller was not in the best of moods, then again, when was he EVER? Long, nimble digits pulled at his cape to check for any rips or tears. There were none. This girl was lucky it wasn’t ripped in any sort of way, but wait--there was a footprint right on the edge. Disgusting, nasty, VILE. How DARE SHE ruin his clothing? His eyebrows arched downwards while his teeth bared at her. 

                   ‘ I don’t know WHAT the fuck you’re talking about, but it sounds like                              a crock-full of BEHEMOTH LEAVINGS. Take that nut-hive lunacy                              somewhere else. To someone who gives a shit, maybe! ’

“i'mma teach u abt love lady oscar”

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“Love, hm? Complex, but not quite something I would like to concern myself with. To those that do, fair enough - it obstructs my goals. And I am selective in whom and what I choose to love. What it is I feel is controlled by me and me alone.”

A sigh emits from her lips, as the face - blurred, scratched out eyes, a perpetually smiling mouth - crosses her memory for a split second. A slight wince, as that perpetually calm expression vanishes, albeit for a moment before settling back to its confident, tranquil calm.