@whisperspun ย / ย Kingโs Landing; ย Its gleam was shrouded in sunlight and broad endeavour, ย like moths to flame for those in pursuit of something PRESTIGIOUS. ย ย Sycophants dressed as nobles and those who barely scraped the top of the vitriolic hierarchy, ย down to the bare bones ------ scum wiped off and discarded from the sole of an oppressive heel. ย ย Mankind is a curious thing, ย he enjoyed the array. ย ย More so, ย the DISARRAY. ย ย Anything could be spun into something else. ย ย And so many danced at the twitch of his fingers, ย an unseeable twine tied to index & thumb and around their necks like a noose. ย ย ย It was better to work them that way. ย ย Trust, ย loyalty, ย desire, ย promise of fulfillment ------ They placed such things at the very pinnacle of all life meaning. ย ย Made them easy to string along. ย Distractions from the ย CHAOSย that augmented around man, ย a plague of sorts. ย ย It too was better to play the part of the benefactor. ย ย How he enjoyed watching them fall ------ The realisation in their eyes when on deathbeds they see only thenย the assembler of their demise.
โ It must be a harrowing sentiment, โ ย ย ย such complacence enveloped him, ย ย ย โ Knowing there is little you can do for them. ย Vague whisperings, ย the odd obstruction here and there. ย ย But itโs never enough, ย is it? ย ย They only hear what appeals to fervor. ย ย Truth is too dull, ย too unsophisticated. โ ย ย ย The echo of a bell chimed in the belfry nearby ------ EERIE, against retiring sun. ย ย ย ย โ Why do you choose to play the mediator? ย ย The peacemaker? ย ย You could have the world nestled in the palm of your hand, ย and yet, ย here you are; ย The peoplesโ clever fool, ย relaying behests of those more powerful than you because you let them have that power. ย ย Are you a mere effigy of yourself? ย ย ย I find such mediocrity too insipid for my tastes. ย ย But in some fashion you are just as fascinating as them. ย ย In the same sort of way that a cat paws at a dead mouse, ย waiting for life to return to its hollow corpse. โ ย ย ย Hands clasped in front of him he rolled his shoulders back, ย brandishing that satisfied smile of his. ย ย Narrow stature, ย pale complexion, ย attire in shades of charcoal and violet; ย Like ย DEATH ย himself.
