#dividedprince

“Ah, forgive me--- you shouldn’t have to pick those up.” he reaches down to help him. Clearly, the boy is some kind of royalty--- he isn’t sure what, as he isn’t dressed one way or another. Someone’s son? A duke or lord, possibly? 

Either way, he bows politely and helps him collect and straighten his things.

“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t--- read and try to walk at the same time.” 

He looked genuinely apologetic, but somewhat curious as well. He didn’t want to pry, however. 

The battle against the Cheveios Rebels ended up pretty cruel some especially how the remaining Hoshidan soldiers and the rebel leader were ended up that it made the Hoshidan Prince Takumi retreated in a arrogant mask covered in horror and fear.

“They had it coming, especially that rebel leader...” As the Dark Falcon rider talked in his mind about the catastrophic event. 

Kamui has wonderful timing. The bathroom looks like a massacre. Gunter looks like a massacre. So much blood. He’ll not be able to clean this properly by himself unless he spends the whole night scrubbing, and frankly, the last thing he wants to do is get on his knees and scrub the goddamn floor to clean his own trail of blood. 

Red eyes look to Gunter in pure fear. They certainly hadn’t been expecting a hard smack to the face. Their nose is in fact bleeding, a soft slow trickle of blood out of his nostril. The old man’s apology doesn’t seem to do much to quench Kamui’s fear. They turn their head down, staring at the ground, and mumble out a quick apology.

@dividedprince

“Did someone put you up to asking that?” Gunter asks, his hands particularly cold as he presses a cloth under the boy’s nose. 

It was- 

about his family. About his wife. What had Kamui been told, exactly? How did he know without Gunter telling him? Or was it a wild guess? 

“I am so sorry, Kamui.” 

“Tell me something, Kamui. Did you genuinely think you were going to succeed here? That you were going to make it all the way to the end and win this game you’ve started? You’re quite the spoiled little brat... I certainly hope that isn’t my fault.”

Gunter, seated on a throne of twisted metal, stone, and lies, runs a finger casually over the blade of his axe. But this is no casual conversation. 

Battle Theme: 

Battle intro: “Korrin, darling~ let us see who will be the victor~”

Victory: “One shouldn’t mess with a god, sweetheart~”

Defeat: “...But...how....?”

Assist: “Don’t touch my girlfriend!”

Taunt: “Ha! And you call yourself a dragon?!”

Reacting to Taunt: “Fuck you!”

Flee: “....Dammit.”

Reacting to Flee: “Aw~ giving up so soon~?”

Tie: “I guess that is it, love.”

Perfect Victory: “....I’m sorry.”