#figmaiden

this is how he measures people: assets, ounce per ounce, their flesh and blood nothing more than a pint of salt. simple metaphors that value them the way they should have been. there’s nothing more to it, never more to it. commodities, but they are moving, breathing. at some parts, more effective. at some others, more defective. their so-called free will makes it a hassle at times, but the dynamic factors never cease to pique him. there’s something about this pervasive loneliness that persists, as he’s admitted to himself, but there’s nothing like being unable to connect with humankind when he’s a god, and beyond. mortals are not bestowed with what he has, fortune favouring the divine. he might call this grandiose a sense of narcissism, whatever. it doesn’t alter anything; he is a god among common men.

and she is another pawn in his chessboard, placed there to tether the order that he has in order to win.

this is no quantum physics. the world consists of simplicities that make up the larger pictures, so he uses goeun as another piece in the puzzle. however, there are some aspects that redirect his focus back to her every time, the annoyance a magnet. not that he’d admit it ever, but he likes the way she presents the lethality within. cunning in her own right, she deserves recognition among his rank, but he hasn’t been doing charity works to give it for free. still, the way she manoeuvres herself around the room proffers a sense of mirth even for him. their exchange, too.