#askthepurifierking

Having seen no sign of Milion, Zacharie, or Sucre for a couple days, you decided to hang out for the remainder.

Currently, you’re getting friendly with an Elsen-- namely, the one named ‘Kris’-- playing chess. You’ve won a few games, and lost a few. It’s all in good fun. You’ve just been doing this and helping their crew clean up around the palace. It’s simply foreign, how everything’s run here. It’s jarring when you compare the stark contrasts of this place with your home.

Something’s wrong.

You can feel the unease creep through your frail body like shadows of the setting sun. It sends a chill down your spine as you stare into the bowl of soup on the table in front of you. Wary, cyan eyes slowly trail to the sleeping shape of Milion curled up on the bed, staring at him. You need to see what’s going on, but you know everyone around you right now will protest.

You feel trapped.

Carefully, you slither from your seat, eyes never leaving your boyfriend as you watch him, wide-eyed.

A note is produced out of thin air, carefully set under the glass of apple juice before you blip away immediately, without a sound. When Milion finds it, it will read as such:

“Dear Milion, 

                  I went home to feed the beast in the basement. I will be back soon. Try not to worry too much as it will not take more than thirty minutes for me to get everything together. See you in a bit.

                                                                                        Love, the Architect.”

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Who would have thought you’d find what you did upon your return to your desolate, ruined file? The Glitch is gone. His presence is nowhere to be felt, the cell door swung wide... Horror slips through you, dread tying your stomach in tight, painful knots, before anger begins drumming its way through your body. It thrums through your veins like fire, and before you realize it, you’re putting your hand through obsidian as hard as you can. The black stone cracks and breaks easily under your influence, but it brings you no peace of mind, no absolution.

“GLITCH--” You scream at the top of your lungs, allowing the shrilly screeched name to echo through the mausoleum-like atmosphere of your home. You’ve never been so angry in your life-- you’ve never felt this kind of fire in yourself. 

You are alive, and you are angry.

You are going to find him, and you are going to put him where he belongs-- beneathe your feet.

Ohh, thank you! Really, this is so nice.

A mild twitch graces your lip, but your face remains steadfast. 

You jump out of shock, a sharp gasp leaving you when something is dumped into your lap while your body goes rigid. For a few moments, you aren’t sure what was dropped on you, forcing you to stay very, very still while you try to process what just happened.

It isn’t until you glance up do you calm down, an uneasy, tired smile crossing your features.

@ask-the-purifier-king

Milion blinked dumbly for a few seconds. Then a large, toothy grin spread across his face, and he quickly sat down next to Dealer and gave him a big kiss. “ ‘m not gonna even ask how ya figured out when my birthday was, since I don’t like tellin’ people ‘bout it…or maybe I tol’ ya some time. Did I? I might’ve, but I don’t really care at this point, ‘cause this was really, really sweet of ya. ” Honestly, it was kind of sad that he didn’t remember his own birthday, but since he didn’t now his real one and didn’t need one until he enrolled in school at fourteen, it never really crossed his mind too much. “ Thank ya, darlin’. This is…great.” A quick glance at the box in Dealer’s lap made him blush. “ Another one? Wow, ya spoil me.” He shyly pulled his new coat closer around himself. “ The coat perfect, darlin’, an’ the cookies an’ flowers. Ya put so much effort into this…an’, for a day I didn’t even remember until now…” Honestly it kind of made him want to cry from the aching sweetness of it all. “ I can’t wait to see what’s in the last box. I know it’s gonna be wonderful, though, just like ya.”