βΛβΊβ§ββ½β―βΎββ§βΊΛβ Eyes open in a blur before they shoot wide accompanied by a low gasp. Systems are working at max speed in a matter of seconds before they slow back down to a crawl. It's like the first time. It's like the very first time he came to after His Excellency chose to crush him until his body caved and his systems ceased to function.
Except this time it was different. This time his head was separated from his shoulders in one clean sweep of his own blade. The Maken turned against him as Lady Tiamat's screams had filled up his ears in that moment. It had been silent all around them to him it was so very loud.
He can still remember the sensation of smooth crystal slicing through flesh and bone alike. He can remember the horizon tipping as he fell and struck against the ground. Except - it wasn't all of him that was falling and it was such a strange sensation to look back up at his own body - headless - before his consciousness faded out and with him the world died once again in his eyes.
He hates it when it gets dark.
So now, here he lay in a place he can only assume is the lowest confines of Gaudium's dungeons where light hardly ever reaches and next to no one ever goes. Chaos has left him down here to rot no doubt - a forgotten memory of Wonderland's past. The King had fallen so his people need not ever speak his name again - right?
He assumes that's the little monster's plan anyway.
So now he just needs to assess the situation and not let his mind cave into the spiraling torment of remembering what his own body looked like while missing it's head. He needs to not question it and to just accept that it happened. Just like he did all his other deaths, except this one is harder to stomach than the rest and he's doing his best to not cave to the building sensation at his core to spill the contents of his stomach at the thought.
He did more than die this time, and Rakkani and his binds had to watch that. Ai had to watch that and that fact alone is enough to make his blood boil. Somehow he's sure that the sight of it is as burned into his brain as it is hers and he really doesn't care how old she is now - she never should have been forced to watch such a thing happen to anyone, let alone some she loved.
Never should either of the Hayakawas have been subjected to witness such a thing, much less perform it. He can only imagine the mental turmoil that Yu is experiencing right now.
So now the Lunar King is doing the only thing he can think to do in this situation and that is to let out a deep exhale. He can feel Mist rolling up his throat and off his lips. Good. That's exactly what it should feel like. He needs to make sure that everything is where it should be.
Slowly he shifts to bring his body off the floor, and he feels his head rush as he does. The room spins for a moment while jade blurs out only to focus back in moments later. He needs to not think but only assess. Black Wind is furious no doubt and he can only imagine how long it is going to take before Bahamut's Destroyer is on their doorstep.
He just needs to keep his wits about him until then. Black Wind will come soon, and once he does then they can go home and he can go back to Rakkani. Back to his binds. He can work to reestablish his rule over Wonderland at a later date.
He can't imagine the public is going to take to his sudden appearance very well seeing as he needs to explain how he's still standing after sustaining such an injury but it wasn't like there was proof of it on his -
He's rolling his head around just to make sure range of motion is unchanged when he feels the smallest of pulls on the skin just above his Sielun VΓ€rit. This leads to the Unlimited turning his head in every direction he can slowly just to confirm that the pulling sensation goes all the way around his neck in a ring. A groan leaves him when he realizes that it must be a new scar.
Either way, he needs to continue his assessment. His neck is scarred but his head seems otherwise connected. His Mist is still intact and functioning as it should. His arms are behind his back still and a small bit of tugging tells him that they're still shackled together but he seems to have a bit more of wiggle room than he did before.
Moving further into his investigation, he commands his toes to move and then rotates his ankles around. His body seems to be moving as it should. That's a good sign. His stomach growls as he continues to squirm around only pausing to sigh and the twisting sensation that is begging him to find some kind of food.
He supposes he should see if anyone is down here.
"Hello?" His voice chimes, gargling a bit as it rumbles in his throat in a way it usually doesn't. That's expected all things considered.
"Hello?" He sounds again, his voice settling back out to sound more in his usual tone. "Hello? Is anyone there?"
He can hear footsteps coming his way and there is a light shining in the distance. Soon he is met with a pair of darkly colored eyes so he does his best to smile at the guard that has come to investigate the source of the sound no doubt.
"Excuse me." He starts again with snow colored brows turning upward as he speaks. "If it's not too much to ask, I'm quite hungry. Could I request something to eat? And some water perhaps? Please if you would be so kind?"
Despite his best efforts the man screams as he stares. He watches as the man's face goes sheet white and his body trembles. The light in his hand rattling all the while. He's turning tail and running away from the lunar royalty before he can say much less, leaving the Misterican alone in the cell he's been placed in and the darkness.
Did they neglect to tell their soldiers of the state of his life? Apparently.
His stomach is growling again in frustration as the King sighs. Now how is he going to get anyone down here again? He just wants something to eat...
It seems he's going to need to wait for @musesofthemoon .
