#asterioes

motionless, he offers no rebuttal upon receiving her makeshift present. lips a thin line and arms crossed severely upon his chest, he stifles a grumble, stuck stubbornly in his throat. brow furrowing in an annoyed fashion, he raises his chin, prideful as ever—— how fitting for him to wear a crown! whatever her motive could be, he identifies it as respect. the flowers usagi used were a color seto silently approved of—— so richly blue, yet colorless compared to his own icy gaze.

How long had the young prince been practicing in the mirror? He was terrible when it came to formalities. He had been groomed for this for as long as he could remember, but despite all the efforts put into shaping the young man into a gentleman, he was terribly outspoken and often got himself into trouble because of his mischievous nature. He couldn't begin to name all the lectures he'd received from Hokushin and his other advisors for being so rambunctious at the worst times.

He couldn't help himself. Sure, he was a prince, but he wanted to be free to do what he wanted as well.

His father had requested he accompany him to meet with the Queen and the Princess of the Moon Kingdom-- No doubt another boring trip that would result in the young prince slipping away to explore as soon as his father and advisors were distracted.

Oh well.

With a heavy sigh, he pulled his messy hair back into a loose ponytail and grumbled to himself.

"Yes, it's a pleasure to meet you..." He said softly, forcing a pleasant smile as he stared at his reflection in the mirror. "Ugh... This sucks." He groaned, allowing his shoulders to drop.

He heard a soft knock at the door and immediately he rose to his feet and smoothed out his robes. Hokushin stepped in, greeting the prince with a smile.

             ❛    why  do  you  have  that  knowledge?     ❜      silver  paints  a  vivd  picture,  breeze  cold  and  unforgiving.   he,  sesshomaru,  the  ever-imposing  DAIYOKAI  with  a  piercing  aura,  spoke  directly  to  her.  

She had been working from her desk after returning from the observatory, when she had received a series of texts that told her she now had to switch to her other duty. Rain softly hit the glass of her office’s window wall, the mist of the timid storm outside blurring the city lights. It was a serene scene---one that was drastically different from what Setsuna’s eye laid on next. 

The future queen stood at the entrance to her office, a pout on her pink lips as her golden hair fell limp, strands forming abstract patterns on her face as it had all been drenched. The eldest of the soldiers suppressed a laugh, her long fingers coming up to her own lips as if to physically stop anything from spilling out. 

A twisted grin tugged at the Mazoku's lips as he sat atop a nearby building.  He watched flames lick at destroyed cars and blow out shop windows, and while the destruction hadn’t been caused by him, he was thriving on the madness... the chaos. "Looks like a hell of a party... Figures I wasn't invited." He muttered, watching an unfamiliar creature run about, wreaking havoc in a once peaceful city. 

His irritation began to build as his eyes followed the creature. How could such an unworthy opponent cause so much trouble? If this lowly creature was going to send the city to hell, it could've at least approached the task with a bit more enthusiasm. Set this city aflame... Destroy everything. Rip them all apart... Make them fucking suffer.

This enemy spoke a big game, but their energy was weak in comparison to his own. Cracking his knuckles, a wicked chuckle escaped his lips. He was more than willing to spice up this little doomsday game, but he'd do it alone. This so called threat wasn't worthy of his time, let alone the effort to form an alliance.

No. He'd do away with it quickly and take over where the weakling started. He'd show the city no mercy.

His darkened hues lit up, picking up on the sound of a familiar voice... It wasn't long until he spotted the pretty soldier down below, bravely stepping forward to stop her enemy. Perhaps this would be more interesting than he thought... He was just moments from destroying the threat himself, but he was certain his reasons for doing so were far different from the bright eyed girl’s.

"Tch-- It's about time something interesting happened." He shrugged, quietly watching the two battle one another, though it seemed this pathetic creature seemed to have the upper hand. How sad... All this time he believed the pretty soldier Sailor Moon would be much stronger than this, but now... Frankly, he was disappointed and disgusted.