#grotesque-puppet

  ☾♔♚☽ “And what brings me to greet such an honoured guest?”

Of course, the last part was a near lie, but surely the individual he’d addressed couldn’t be ruffled by such a comment spoken in a satirical tone, right? Honestly, he didn’t care. The only thing that truly mattered for the King - at that moment - was the fact that the other standing before him (and oh so impudent about it too) was not human - and most definitely not vampire either. 

Just as the other faced him, holding such a look of amusement on his half-shrouded face, the childish King returned the conceited smile, glittering, crimson hues holding no fear or uncertainty, even seeming aloof probably. It was to see who would waver first - yet without a doubt, just by the mere few seconds the two had been in the other’s acquaintance, that the two of them were very much alike. Stubborn and adamant about not losing to each other. It was a complete stalemate.

Something, the King greatly disliked.

“My my, how on Earth did you receive such a horrid scar over your face? I’m sure such an experience wasn’t all that pleasant - much less recalling it, or am I wrong?” If the other wanted to remain passive, then he might as well be the one asking the questions. At least it’ll get them somewhere.

“You somewhat remind me of a fellow eccentric - and God knows where the hell that bastard is. Yet, in my opinion despite the little — ” A mordant comment. “ — conversation we’ve held together, I already find you much more preferrable over the other. Now, isn’t that quite the compliment?”

       Scrutiny followed the other man’s movements, eyes wandering over his unusual choice of attire. It was nowhere near practical, not at all appealing to the eye for someone to be donning nothing else but black. Though Tsukiyama would admit it was a classic color, yet a pop of chartreuse or perhaps crimson would have benefited the man’s dreadful ensemble. Something form fitted in a darker shade -- Maroon, maybe? Amethyst eyes narrowed when he couldn’t quite get a good look at the fellow’s face, but he cared little about his features, merely fixating on his outer dress for the time being.

the moment i remembered that i want to set up a blog for that silver-haired bastard

       let’s play does someone have a type ?

   ☑ ridiculous hair?  (long-haired pretty boy / mystical white hair / rapunzel hair / white hair, black heart)    ☑ eerie green eyes?  (trope: green eyes)    ☑ swings an absurdly large weapon?  (trope: BFS)    ☑ is said weapon absurdly powerful?  (trope: up to eleven)    ☑ proficiency with said weapon even during close-quarters combat?  (trope: lightning bruiser)    ☑ badass long coat / robe?  (trope a vs. trope b)    ☑ all-black wardrobe?  (trope: evil wears black)    ☑ abuse of super-speed?  (trope: flash step)    ☑ “dead from the start or very early in a work?”  (trope: posthumous character)    ☑ ambiguous relationship with the ‘protagonist’?     ☑ does this relationship often endanger the ‘protagonist’?  (trope: (platonic) yandere)    ☑ ulterior motives?  (trope: manipulative bastard)

8)c hmmm

❝ What are you?  ❞

FEAR && DANGER was set in her mind as she took in the appearance of the man that stood before her. She could sense a DARK && UNPLEASANT aura from him, && kept her GUARD up in case anything were to happen.