{♔} &. F A L L ;;

Artist 》yenta 》1372052 Art 》マギ27巻　感想絵（ネタバレ注意） 》53372368

hakuryuu had a nasty habit of playing this game, a game where he thought he was king and everyone else was beneath him. so what, he’d split the kou empire, caused civil war, usurped kouen’s throne, and now he thought that gave him the right to be condescending to everyone else? koujou wished he wasn’t bound by his duty and position. he would like to show hakuryuu a thing or two about their standings.

For a moment there are no words, and humiliation taints ivory with a faint pink hue. A discrete cant of chin shields his visage from scrutiny’s gaze. To compare him to his mother was vile and putrid, and the emperor’s throat constricts with the effort it took not to gag. Kouen’s son spoke without discipline, tone laced with malice and perhaps a hint of jealousy. When icy mismatched hues meet with Koujou’s again, there is a tight smile.

Send me a ➳ and I will generate a number from 1-300 (yes, 300!) for what my muse will say to yours.

          It was strange being back… granted it all hadn’t sunk in with how much he’d rested, but seeing his old room again was both a bizarre and comforting sight. Then all too fast that comfort was taken away as his covers were stripped and his bared skin (minus the presence of bandages was revealed to the cold air. Judar shuddered once and weakly curled up, glaring daggers up at the new emperor, now that he was even more disrupted from what had been a rare chance at rest from years upon years of unrest. If Judar had the strength he would’ve clocked a fist to the young man’s jaw for it.

         As humorous as it was that Hakuryuu thought the simple offering of peaches would be enough to tempt the magi out of bed, Judar only puffed a breath out and turned his head away with pouty cheeks.

The newly arrived magi was not the only one in the room getting frustrated. Not only had this reunion not gone as expected, but Judar absolutely refused to speak more than a few sentences at a time with him upon arrival. Surely there was something plaguing the man’s mind, otherwise they wouldn’t be repelling each other to this degree. Distance had grown in the time they spent apart, and now it had become much more evident in their mannerisms. There was not much he could do unless he was met halfway.

So he settles for resting his own weary limbs, worn down from overexertion and work, dreadful work, lying down at the foot of the bed. The silence is stifling; a lull seeps into his skin and bites bitterly at his throat. At this point, he’s not sure what he expected. Nothing ever went according to plan  — Sinbad had made sure of that. Molars make a meal out of his cheek, grinding at the flesh. Even now, the wounds feel fresh and exposed, and a shiver runs down his back. How many nights had he spent in isolation now, shaking with pure, unadulterated anger?

Even when surrounded by others, he had never felt so alone.

An arm slings over his face, particularly shielding his eyes. In the bout of silence that had hushed the two, vile thoughts begin to fester, gnats swarming within his mind. Thoughts that ate away at his rotting rationality and feasted upon his well concealed fears. Was the magi just tolerating him for old time’s sake? Drastic changes had occurred since their last meeting, and an indelible barrier had formed. Guilt would now smother him as he recalls his broken promises, his reassurance that he would not disappoint, and when this lack of air had become unbearable, he snaps under the pressure.

“Judal,” he starts, trepidation seeping into his tone, “do you hate me?” 

His words hang heavily now, lingering long after they had been spoken. The absurdity could not be overstated, and Hakuryuu regrets even saying anything in the first place. And so he laughs, awkwardly and airy, breath being forced through his lungs, before he rolls over to one side and faces the protruding bundle under the sheets. 

                     ⌈umbrasacerdos + zaganism⌋

              You were ʀᴇᴅ and you liked me because I was ʙʟᴜᴇ.

[ &&. trouvaille ]  something lovely discovered by chance,

“DID THAT PRINCE JUST SAY SOMETHING ABOUT MY COMPETENCE?!”

A casual sip of tea and the sweetest of smiles.

he was here often, and koujou was beginning to sense a recurring pattern. he did not like hakuryuu’s presence one bit.

Ah yes, the guard dog of the west’s palace. Without fail, he would hang nearby, barking profanities until his owner would speak a single word — an effective muzzle. He’d then proceed to slink away with his tail between his legs and nary a glance over his shoulder until the next time. His presence is addressed with the slightest of nods from the emperor.

Although his first choice would have been a chastisement of the oracle, he decides to have a little fun with this one. After all, Sinbad wasn’t in the vicinity. Being dead serious all the time put a damper on Judal’s mood, and the magi was always easier to deal with when happy.