#mun prose

Adulationis blinks, fidgeting where he sits. Unconsciously, his hand reaches up to rest against his chest, clutching the fabric there.

"Um... Well," the Prince of Pride laughs, forcing a smile. "Probably when Prince Lucixiur forced all his power onto me. And then died. In front of me. Not fun."

-

Leviath doesn't move from his spot on the throne, a hand absent-mindedly running through the black fur of the sleeping fox on his lap.

"I did not have a childhood," the Prince of Envy says, his tone clipped and still. "But my most abhorred memories are of Prince Lucixiur. I will spare you the details."

-

"Where do I fucking start?" Sakareth cackles, leaning back on the ripped, battered couch that looked as though, once upon a time, it had been rather expensive. "My fucking mother is a bad memory all together. My challenge and my father was pretty fucked up too. Actually, I don't think I ever had a good moment in my childhood."

The Prince of Wrath sobers up at that, the manic grin fading from his face. He looks away and crosses his arms over his chest, scoffing. "Life fucking sucks."

-

"Mmrp?" Brolkoron blinks awake, squinting against the light. Their eyes drift shut, and they hum. "Leas' favorite childhood memory..."

The Prince of Sloth rolls over on the giant, fluffy, plush bed, stretching out with a satisfied sound. "Bein' locked 'n a room for thirty years, prob'ly. Wasn't fun."

-

Azodos doesn't look up from the cat on his lap, cooing to them under his breath and petting them. After a long moment, he speaks, still not looking up from his cat.

"Getting bullied by the other greedlings. Getting my scales ripped out." The Prinxe of Greed pauses, before giving a shrug. "When my mother gave me up. She didn't even name me."

-

Nammon leans against the wall outside the war room, sighing to themself. "I am unsure if it counts, because it happened when I was 0.19 years old. But..."

The Prinxe of Gluttony looks away, crossing their arms. "Watching my mom get eaten."

-

Asmarath's happy smile freezes. For a long moment, she's still, the smile fading off her face as her eyes go distant, lost in a memory.

A grin spreads across Adulationis' freckled face.

"Read!" The Prince of Pride answers cheerfully, swaying side to side on the window-seat cushion. "I didn't get to before I came to the castle. General Lexiuth had to teach me."

He pauses, and then looks down at his lap, seemingly embarrassed. "There's just... so much stuff I didn't know. And so many stories!"

Suddenly flustered, Adulationis ducks his head. "I just want to hear as many as I can."

-

"I do not have much free time," Leviath says slowly. The black fox in his lap sits up, stretching out, turning once, and laying down again. The Prince of Envy smiles, resting a hand on the little fox's head.

"When I do, however, have some time to myself, I like to spend time with my partner or my foxes," he answers easily. "And my foxes like to spend their free time getting up to mischief. Mocheh here is quite mellow, however. He's practically amicable compared to Chuvoh and Miavari."

-

"Pfft."

Sakareth gives a loud snort, and lounges back on the ripped couch. He relaxes his wings and leans his head over the back of the couch, and doesn't move when he speaks next.

"Now that," the Prince of Wrath sneers, sounding particularly nasty, "is none of your fucking business."

He refuses to say anything else.

-

"Nap," Brolkoron says, his voice slow and dripping with sleep. "Also like hangin' out with my sibs."

He rolls over and yawns, and an offended meow is heard, muffled under the blanket. A disgruntled persian cat pokes their head above the blanket, and upon locating Brolkoron, makes their way over to him and curls up on his back.

"Fluffy likes napping too," the Prinxe of Sloth murmurs, closing his eyes. "Likes cuddling."

-

"Going through my hoard!" Azodos doesn't look up from his lap, where a very contented Jangle is batting lazily at his hands. "Like to see what I do have and what I don't and what I can get in the future. Jangle likes tripping me, but it's okay because I love them."

Azodos doesn't say anything for a long moment, simply playing with Jangle.

"... I also like studying miasma. There's a lot of things you can do with it, but there's not very many resources on it. At least, that I've found. Did you know we cirixites can teleport if we refine our skill in Summon enough? It's hard to do, but we can do it if we want to learn how."

The Prince of Greed doesn't look up, but Jangle bats his hand, and he smiles.

-

"Free time...?"

The tactician looks lost, furrowing their brow. The shouts from the war room die down a bit, and Nammon looks over their shoulder at the door. Their eyes narrow.

"I am fighting a war. I have no time for free time." The Prinxe of Gluttony straightens up, leaning back against the wall again.

-

"I'll let you guess," the Prince of Lust says, winking and sticking his tongue out. He lets out a laugh, waving his hands a little. "Luckily for you, that's not the only thing I like to do."

Asmarath shifts, stretching his arms above his head. His feathered wings tense up behind him, and he takes a moment to stretch them out too, the brilliant purple plumage rustling gently over itself.

Sakareth's mouth twists, and for a moment, he looks as though he may cry. But then, he scoffs, and crosses his arms.

"Fine. The hardest thing I've ever had to do was face my father alone. Face my challenge alone. Face... the throne alone."

The Prince of Wrath looks away, huffing out another, shaky breath. He doesn't say anything else.

-

Brolkoron doesn't look up. Their cat dozes on their between their wings, looking content. When the Prinxe of Sloth speaks, they sound surprisingly lucid.

"Hardest thing I've ever done was step outside this room."

The Prince of Wrath snorts so hard he starts coughing, alternating between wheezing for breath and laughing it all away.

"By Eos, that-" Sakareth wheezes, gasping for breath. "That is the WORST thing you could have asked me."

Once he's recovered from his fit, he manages to speak, still snickering. "My fucking mother is- no, no she was General Madranok Wrathdottir, the Hybrid Hunter, Wrath's top general. I murdered her."

He's on a roll now, manic grin returning. "My fucking father was Prince Almaran Rethson, the fourth Prince of Wrath, the Charismatic, piece of shit bastard. Tricked a 16 year old into agreeing to a fight to the death. Me. The only reason I'm alive here and now is because he got too full of himself and broke the rules."

Sakareth pauses where he's picking out a piece of fluff from the tattered couch. When the question properly registers, he lets out a snort.

"A perfectly normal house, nowhere near the fucking Wrath Circle or this stupid fucking castle," he sneers, vehemently ripping the piece of fluff out of the couch. "Somewhere I can be myself and not the Prince of Wrath."

-

"M' perfect day..." Koro murmurs, snuggling deeper into the blanket that's wrapped around them. They keep their eyes closed, taking a slow, deep breath and staying silent for several minutes.

When they speak again, they sound on the verge of sleep. "... Day where I don' have to worry abou' responsibilities. Jus' wanna hang out with my sibs all day. 'n maybe we end the day building a pillowfort 'n we go to sleep all snuggled up..."

-

Nammon rubs circles into their temples as another shout from inside the war room rings loud enough to be heard.