That’s why Kabru is convinced that demon is running amuck in Melini. All of his survival instincts seemed to have shriveled up and shed off him like some sort of insect molt. He had half the mind to head back out there and go looking for them but they were probably baked into the Falin stew. That thought alone makes Kabru want to climb onto the throne and lay their king to rest. Watch as those golden eyes bulged, the skin around them flushing red then purple as he pleaded for breath. His taloned fingers leaving gashes in Kabru’s forearms as he carried out the world’s most reasonable act of regicide.
“My lord,” He greeted with a half bow, his posture stable and sure to the average observer; but internally, he had to force each individual muscle to bend at his command. Fear pulling his body stiffly around like a crude puppet show. Kabru straightened, letting his gaze rest on Laios again, who was making a point to look everywhere but at his advisor. Though, he did frown at the use of his title, a gold eye flickering to meet his for a moment before averting once more. “Kabru..” He grumbled and it came out more like a growl. Kabru’s eye twitched.
“Yes?” He replied with an innocent lilt to his voice. Laios didn’t speak, only turning his head away with a noise that was half animal, all pathetic. Kabru didn’t miss a beat, steeling his nerves, he presented the item he had come in with. “It’s a message from the elves, they’re hoping to pay you a visit.” That got a reaction out of the king, his perfectly still wings did their signature tousle. Kabru’s eyes dilated a millimeter at the display of emotion. “They’re wanting to monitor what remains of the dungeon,” He took a few slow strides up the short steps up to Laios.
“And to see how you’re fairing with your new responsibilities.” He pressed. Something must’ve gave at his prodding because Laios looked up finally. Gentle, downturned eyes peeked at him through blonde lashes, the fair, wispy strands did nothing to dim the glow of those eyes.
“Mmn..” He grunted, a frown pulling his face tight. Kabru relented, his head tilted away from Laios. “You can always.. turn them away.” The man didn’t blink, only making an increasingly pathetic expression. “Laios, I don’t know what those faces mean.” He did, he just wanted the man to stop whimpering at him like a kicked puppy. He turned his face away and finally spoke in a complete sentence.
“Kabru, can’t you just turn them away? Isn’t that.. part of your job?” He proposed, sounding as unsure as his posture was. It’s been irritating him since he first discovered Laios’ changes. He’s been so docile and quiet, and for lack of a better word; submissive. Like a dog, a dog who’s been nipped at for being too excitable, now it approaches with it’s head low and it’s tail tucked. Laios rolls over to show him his belly and Kabru wants to skin him for a rug. Instead, he folds like he’s made of dough, offering a gentle hand to stroke his stomach. Except, Laios isn’t really laying on the ground, showing his belly; it’s unfortunately not that simplistic. Kabru is kind to him nonetheless, despite his better judgment.
