forum Cinderella AU // OxO // Closed

Started April 17, 2020 by @ElderGod-Icefire

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"I'm eleven and I know you treat him poorly." Nathaniel huffed and crossed his arms again.

"Me? He's the one that'll let just about anybody into his bed with him." he retorted.

"He's a servant! Surely he's not allowed to sleep around?" Nathaniel asked, disregarding the fact that he knew next to nothing about sex.

"Yes, that's my point. He's not supposed to be, but I guess the little slut can't really help it, poor thing." fake sympathy oozed in his words.

Nathaniel kept glaring at Anton. He didn't exactly know what slut meant, and it showed a bit, but he wasn't about to ask. "Well, at least he's not an asshole all the time."

Anton shook his head. "I'm not an asshole. I just tell the truth."

"But you're always an asshole about it, and you're never tolerant to anyone. That's why people can't stand to be around you for more than a few minutes."

He snorted. "Maybe I am an asshole, but I am allowed to have opinions, child."

"And so am I. You may not care about my opinions since I'm younger than you. Most people at least try to be more quiet about how much they hate minorities, but you're a special kind of asshole."

"Of course I'm special. Not everybody gets chosen as the prince's fiance, after all."

Nathaniel rolled his eyes. "And why they chose you, I'll never know. "

"Because I'm special, obviously." Anton retorted.

"You're an asshole they picked for 'political reasons' because you're a noble or something and somewhat close to Lloyd's age."

"Exactly. I'm special." he replied, shooting Nathaniel a condescending little smile.

"You're not special! You're lucky to have been chosen in the first place! You know where you'd be if you hadn't been randomly chosen? Right back where you started!"

(No one:
Anton: I'm special uwuwuwu
Nathaniel: >:0)

(lmao so true tho)

He shrugged a little bit. "Right. But being chosen makes me special, irregardless of randomness."

"No it doesn't! You're not special! You're just an ordinary asshole!"

"Right, but I'm a powerful, rich asshole."

Nathaniel huffed indignantly, clenching his tiny hands into fists. Don't punch him. Don't.

Anton was looking down at him with a condescending smirk on his lips. "What, you gonna hit me, shrimpy?"

"What if I do?" Nathaniel kept glaring up at Anton, trembling slightly with rage.

He shrugged a little bit. "I don't know."

Nathaniel hesitated before punching Anton hard in the face and darted out the door, expecting to be chased.

(how…did he reach Anton's face?)

Anton grimaced as that small fist made contact, taking a step back and watching as Nathaniel ran.