#narration.

> You don't hesitate a second. Even though you look messy and are still in pajamas, you don't care for your style right now and in the manner of a blink of an eye, you rush to your transportalizer, zapping away to Sollux's place.

When you arrive, you immediatly go look for your.... your friend. You worry.

Your thoughts still circle the moment you had felt Morxor's tongue snap out of his mouth. It was a glibbery feeling in your claws after it relaxed without any further input from the brain. The blood was sticky, smelled of heavy metal. The feeling of it against your skin excited you, and without thinking much about it, you rub the royal blood over your arms, shoulders, face, your collarbones, yes, even your chest. The feeling of euphoria the kill had brought you alleviated you from your long forgotten irritation. The whole moment felt borderline erotic.

> As you arrive at the location Simon wants you to be at, your 80%ly blind ass barely sees her coming and more so hears her tippa-tapper footsteps running over the ground, crossing the way between you and her alarmingly quickly and suddenly!-

> Oof!

These were the trolls your ancestor had consulted in times of tough decision, but you knew exactly what you wanted, half the time they weren't helpful at all, instead choosing to call you a selfish brat and a terrible ruler. Mostly, you ignored such insults but this evening was different. This evening you had finally felt your line of patience snap, and when Morxor Vaidis did not feel it necessary to shut up when you told him to, you shot forward and reached into the violetblood's mouthcavety, grabbing his tongue and ripping it out as if all that connected it to his skull was a small piece of thread.

Morxor cried out, clasping his hands over his mouth as blood seeped out in small amethyst streams, and as you watch him squirm in mute agony, you squeeze his bloodied tongue in your fist, before dropping it like a piece of garbage. Through tears he looks up at you, hastily scurrying away in fear as you begin to speak.

"When I say 'shut up', you will

Shut

Your claw slid across the surface of your palmhusk and swept the tumblr app aside. Instead, you open a communication program to the servant quarters reception.

"Immediatly send me miss Vidala." you barked, watching the tealblood receptionist flinch and nod. Hastily she pressed a button and called into the serviceboard's mic for the bronzeblood.

"She's on her way, your highness."