#sinorigin

i think you mean you like when he’s a tree.

It’s taken about an hour amazingly enough to pry herself from the radio demon’s hold both metaphorically and literally. Her face is still dotted with kisses, warm and sweet. To be truthful the Princess hasn’t wanted to leave Alastor’s side, but it would be a cruelty not to visit her parents. Even if she’s certain that won’t really care.

So a comforting squeeze of her mentor’s hand and she departs for the castle, taking her time to walk instead of drive to delay this interaction for as long as possible. Dread, she wonders is it the normal reaction a child experiences when they go to visit the ones that gave them life? Perhaps if she wasn't certain their reunion would be met with the same indifference one gives an enemy, maybe she'd be less terrified.

As it is, the one place she's received the kind of approval one yearns from their family was within the radio demon of all people. The closest she's felt to love from someone that's next to blood was from the same person that pushed her off a fucking building. How different would life have been if it was her mentor that had raised her from the start?

Approaching the castle on tired legs, shock follows from the guards and castle servants. Many she's known from childhood, many that hug her warmly. She'd rather have stayed in their embrace than move to face the inevitable. Will her Father even be joyous? Or simply disappointed he didn't get rid of the girl that didn't fit what he decreed for a daughter?

Heels click on through the stretching corridors. Her wing tips drag along the ground and she's made no effort to hide them this time. He's never seen her with them, despite it being half a year now that she's had them. Then again, he hasn't seen her since briefly when her girlfriend went missing to provide half-assed condolences. Maybe he’ll be too distracted from the feathers to notice her, she hopes.

Eyes wander the many portraits adorning the walls. Perfect, professional, painting a lie that isn't real of a close knit family. Fingers graze softly along the brush strokes of the painting. It was a sillier one of the three of them balancing apples on their heads. Of course her Father’s idea.

Tears rise unbidden to the Princess's eyes. She didn't want to cry already, but they still come as she leans against the painting and hears his heels stop abruptly in the Hall.

“They all feel like lies...so far away.”

dirty thoughts / fantasies! / @sinorigin

    “Oh, sir. I-I had no idea you’d be coming to visit.” Timidly the girl gave the ancient blonde a shy bow, giving her best curtsy before her partner’s father. His face was not who she pictured to see on the opposite side of the hotels door.  It was always a strange feeling to be in his presence no matter how many times they interacted. 

he's depressed that you're only realizing this.

Forgive the mun and their foolish ways, your majesty. In a show of goodwill, here is a dumb deer man for you to torment at your leisure.

are you saying I don’t already do this? i guess my polka isn’t enough for you :’(

“Oh, really? By the looks of it you seem to have rather… high standards.”

Leeeeaaaaans over way too much, just to be a fuckin’ ass.