Apr 15, 2020
@catbooty asked: *purrs in ur lap*
𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐊𝐄𝐃 𝐃𝐎𝐖𝐍 𝐂𝐎𝐑𝐀𝐋 𝐅𝐔𝐑, an idle motion to occupy the now-pouting prince as he sat, legs crossed by the fire, staring into the flames with discontent. the night was supposed to be his. he was the star ! but the audience would rather waste their cheers on a wooden mask than his elegant performance, which, inside the shamed royal, caused shame & fury to curdle.
❝ — i miss you, mummy. ❞ comes pitiful mutter, as fingers curl into tangerine fur, scritching the back of the peculiar cat’s neck.
