#princepagan

The creature’s bravado is amusing, but TIRESOME. As it rises from its throne, Samara firmly stands her ground. Its voice bellows, shaking the trees, the earth, the leaves beneath her feet, but she does not feint. She does not flinch. 

She does not say a word. 

An awkward silence fills the air as the creature descends from its station of dominion over this realm. The Primal watches it move, studies its mannerisms. Despite its bluster, it seems to be of little concern.

Finally, after some time has passed, she breaks the silence. 

❝ i expected you to be a bit-- TALLER. ❞

’ well, maybe i’m just more interesting, then. ‘

@princepagan

“I HAVE HAD MY SHARE of tea for today,” which is true; most of his medication is taken through infusions to make it more pallatable. there’s no fuss to be had over bitter tastes for him, but there’s no point in making anything unnecessarily difficult. add the pleasurable to the useful, one could say.  “but if it makes such difference to you.” 

his distinctly accentless voice rings through the room in a tone of faux cordiality, purple eye glowing like a cat’s, glowing like a nocturnal thing’s, mild but ghastly. the metal hand of his prosthetic grasps deceivingly delicately at the cup, dark eyebrow curved in mild amusement. he doesn’t bother with sugar before sipping at it. he hardly seems bother by the casual reference to the tragedy of his past. “mmm. it killed off other things, i’d wager, but my manners remain untouched. this was perhaps, how can i put it?” he stares at the liquid for a moment, then at his host before chuckling, the sound dark in itself despite the slightly mocking tone.

“Here’s some advice-”

yeh and throw her in the ocean