forum "You call me a monster? Then you know nothing." O/O (Closed but y'all can stalk)
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@ShadeStar

This prince annoyed Cicada to no end. Here he was trying to be ‘nice’ when there was no reason to be. Her eyes narrowed at his pleading for her to join him. Would it really be fine for her to have one meal with him? They could drug her food or force any number of things upon her. Then again it wasn’t any worse than be stuck in this cell and maybe her wings would be freed. Eventually she spat out, “Fine. I’ll have one, one, meal with you.”

@Moriarty

Quentin's expression lit up. "Great! I was hoping you would. It was going to be really disappointing to have to sit there and eat mashed potatoes all by myself." He motioned casually for the guards to get her out– because he clearly wasn't about to do it himself. He wasn't going to risk getting mauled or killed by this beast-lady. No sir.
The guards obeyed, entering the cell to retrieve her.

@ShadeStar

Cicada watched the guard carefully as he went to remove the pins in her wings and then unchain her from the ground. She wanted to cry in relief as the nails were removed leaving bloodied rings in the soft leather of her wings. The guard forced her to stand hands still cuffed and the skin raw underneath it. She continued to glare at anyone and thing as she willed her legs not to wobble before being forced out of the cell. Simply by this one interaction, she decided that she did not like the prince, but would begrudgingly eat with him since it got her out of that damned cell. Once out and in front of the prince, she said nothing to him.

@Moriarty

Quentin smiled but it may have been a tad forced, because, in all honesty, she creeped him out. He was likely terrified of her. "Alright then. Shall we?" He spun around and headed towards the stairs, motioning for the guards to follow with Cicada. "I suppose it's been awhile since you've had a good meal, considering that you've been on the run and all…" he said as they walked along. "Tell me. What do you like to eat? I'll request that my chef make whatever you wish to have."

@ShadeStar

"Anything with meat," Cicada responded to his question. She wasn't going to give him a specific dish since she really didn't care. It didn't help that she was being forced along despite her best efforts to keep up. Her body had been physically beaten down and she had been denied access to basic necessities, so of course, she was having some difficulties. Though she refused to let it show keeping her head high and her wings tucked in despite being so sore and hurt.

@Moriarty

"Right. So… lamb. Do you like lamb?" Quentin probably assumed she wasn't going to answer, because he didn't wait for her too. As they reached the top of the stairs, he was greeted by a servant– whom he immediately sent off to inform the chef to prepare them a meal of lamb and who-knows-what-else. He glanced back at her, arching an eyebrow. "You know, you don't have to look so angry like you want to kill someone. I don't bite, but I'm starting to think you might."

@ShadeStar

"Don't try me," Cicada glared at him barring her teeth at him. She wasn't going to bite him, that was beneath her. Though she wouldn't deny the fact that she wanted to. And she had every right to look angry. She was being held prisoner, her kingdom had been taken over, and now she was going to eat with the prince whose armies were responsible for all of this. What had her life become? A mess, that's what her life had become.

@Moriarty

"Alright, alright." Quentin held up his hands in a conciliatory gesture. "Just calm yourself, Cada. Can I call you Cada?" Once again, he didn't wait for her reply, but rather led the guards– and her, of course– to the massive dining room, where an elegant table had been prepared for them. The food hadn't arrived yet, but the table was ready.
"Please don't try to run away. It's rude to eat and run," Quentin said as he took a seat and motioned for the guards to lead Cicada to hers. For safety purposes, the guards didn't leave.

@ShadeStar

Cicada was pushed to her seat and she sat down begrudgingly. She did not want him call her Cada, but she wasn't in a place to tell him no and she didn't know if he would respect it at this point. He didn't seem like someone that would do so. She also did not calm down remaining tense as she sat at the table with the prince and his guards. If she was at full strength it would be so easy to end all of their lives, but she wasn't. It was difficult to make a spark in the state she was in. She growled at the prince regarding his last comment, "You want to talk to me about rudeness?"

@Moriarty

Quentin leaned forward, his elbows on the table in front of him. He folded his hands together and rested his hands on them, looking at her thoughtfully. "Okay, okay. Listen, I'm sorry about the way things went down. That wasn't desirable. It still isn't desirable. But we're not here to talk politics or governments here, now are we? We're here to enjoy a meal. Try to relax and enjoy your meal, poppet. I'm doing the best I can."
He glanced up just as the servants arrived with plates of steaming food, placing them in front of Cicada and Quentin.

@ShadeStar

Poppet? Cicada had heard that used before, but she was quickly distracted by the food placed in front of her. Her mouth began to water at both the sight and smell of it. She hadn't realized how hungry she was until food had been placed in front of her. She was careful not to let any emotion or even relaxation slip through as she cautiously reached for the utensils every movement rubbing the cuffs on her wrists a wrong sort of way, but it wasn't like she had a choice. She didn't bother responding to the prince though she kept an eye on him.

@Moriarty

Quentin observed her only momentarily before starting on his own food, seemingly calm for someone dining with the enemy. Then again, she was bound, but maybe he had plenty of reasons to be relaxed. He resisted the urge to ask questions– after all, he promised her he wouldn't. He instead calmly began on his meal and allowed silence to fill the room for the next few minutes, as to neither break his promise nor annoy her to death with his constant socializing. Of course, the silence couldn't be allowed on for too long.

@ShadeStar

Cicada managed to not ravenously eat the meal remaining calm. She didn't speak and ate in small bites knowing if she ate too much too quickly she would end up making herself sick. That and it hurt to move any faster than she already was. She really hated these chains on her wrists more than she had when she couldn't move. Her wings were still sore but that compared nothing to the sharp pains that came with moving her hands.

@Moriarty

"Do you like the food?" Quentin inquired after an uncomfortably long moment of silence. Considering his personality, the quiet probably made him anxious. He set down his own utensils to take a small sip from the wine glass in front of him. Though I guarantee he didn't have nearly as much of a taste for alcohol as someone else we know from a different universe. Ahem. I'm looking at you, Day. He glanced at her wrists, which he could clearly see were rubbed raw, but he dared not allow his guards to unchain her. Truth be told, he was too afraid of her for that.

@ShadeStar

OH MY GOD LOL

Cicada looked up at him pausing for a moment in her careful eating. The food wasn't terrible. But it wasn't quite to the intensity she had back in her own palace where nothing could be over-spiced. She swallowed the bite she had finished before hesitantly sipping the wine after sniffing it first trying to see if it had been drugged. She looked at him and let her wrists rest both of them throbbing in pain, "It's fine. I thought you weren't going to ask questions?"

@Moriarty

"Oh–" Quentin placed the glass back down. "My apologies. I didn't realize that counted." He awkwardly took another bite of his food and swallowed it before saying anything else. "I'm glad you like it." He was regretting his no questions promise, because it was beginning to get difficult to keep a conversation going with absolutely no questions.

@ShadeStar

Cicada snorted slightly as she went back to eating. She didn't want a conversation with this man and was perfectly fine eating in silence. If he wanted to try and make conversation, he could most certainly try. She was not bound to respond to him, even if he had given her a decent meal. The lamb tasted amazing after not eating for three days, at least she thinks it was three days.

@Moriarty

Quentin poked at his food, silent for several longs minutes. He came close to breaking the silence multiple times, but all of his ideas for conversation-starters involved questions. Maybe he could turn the tables on her, then. Maybe instead of asking her questions, he would tell her about himself. "So, if I can't ask you questions, maybe you'd like to ask me some questions," he offered, smiling at her lightly. "Or, if you don't, I could just monologue for hours. That works, too."

@ShadeStar

Cicada paused having almost eaten half the meal. She wasn’t sure if she could eat any more considering her stomach was already starting to protest it being to full. But he was now offering that she ask him questions? This man was desperate for conversation and she was not going to humor him with it. She looked at him taking another sip of the wine, “Go ahead then. Monologue away.”

@Moriarty

Quentin frowned a bit, but it was quickly replaced with a smile. "As you wish." He took another bite before he continued. "So, let's see. Where should I begin? There's so much to talk about that it's hard to pick what." He hummed softly to himself. "I suppose we'll avoid mention of the war, as I assume that's a touchy subject."

@ShadeStar

"No, feel free to mention how your kingdom unrightfully destroyed mine," Cicada half snarled her voice laced heavily with sarcasm. She continued to sip at the wine trying to wash away her conscious. Here she was, eating with her enemy while others were out there starving. Others were still fighting for an upheaval in her home kingdom, at least she hoped so. She had said nothing and had been the only one taken so it was unlikely his kingdom knew anything.

@Moriarty

Quentin sighed. "Princess, kingdoms destroy each other all of the time. It's not personal. Look at history. Every kingdom falls at some point. It's unfortunate, truly, but it is what it is." He poked at his food with his fork. "Someday, as much as I hate to admit it, this kingdom– my kingdom– will fall, too. I hope to God it doesn't in my lifetime, but someday, it will. Because nothing lasts forever." He took a moment to sip his wine. "Is there anything I can do to mend this conflict between us? I mean, truth be told, I don't blame you for being upset with me. Why, I'd be pretty upset myself if the tables were turned. But there's no need for you and I to be enemies now."

@ShadeStar

Cicada felt her hand start to ball up into fists. How dare he say something like that? Kingdom's may fall, yes, but what happened, what was happening, to hers was nothing more than simply a part of history. He probably had no idea how bad it was to be a former citizen of her kingdom. Her eyes were hardened, in her mind, there were all the reasons to be an enemy of the man in front of her that tore her home to ruins. Whose people were ordered to kill her family and any person of noble blood whether an adult or child. Whose soldiers were enslaving anyone who dared to speak up about their treatment.

She took a deep breath before forcing out her voice cold and chilling, "You have no idea, do you? Of what happens outside these palace walls? Of what your soldiers are doing to my people? What they have done? Because if you did maybe you would know why we are most certianly still enemies."

@Moriarty

"I didn't say I didn't know why we were enemies," Quentin responded calmly. "I just said maybe we shouldn't be enemies. Because, really, what good is it doing you, or your people, or anyone to hate me? To be quite frank with you, I didn't instigate the war. I don't even run this kingdom. And, frankly, no one sane ever wants a war. They're conflicts. They happen. I'm not saying they're good or right, but I'm saying they're quite inevitable in the long run." He sighed a little. "Your blaming us… for what, exactly? For winning the war? No offense, but I believe your side would've done the same, had the tables been turned. And, I guarantee if this entire situation had been reversed, and I were your prisoner, you wouldn't be attempting to make amends and offer me dinner." He put his fork down, scratched the back of his neck. "I am sorry for the casualties, but I didn't cause them. Again– I don't make the rules here. I'm not the king. You can't blame me personally for the unfortunate turn of events."

@ShadeStar

"You talk about the war like it's the only atrocity your kingdom has done against my people," Cicada responded her eyes narrowing at him. He spoke of winning the war and the people who died in it. But not of the slavery and the aftermath of their victory that had never been present in her kingdom. He spoke of reversing the roles, how she wouldn't even attempt to make amends. But she knew in her heart that neither she nor her parents would imprison the prince of the opposing kingdom nor torture and starve him for days. At least her of five years ago wouldn't. Her wings wanted to flare out, but were too sore to do much of anything, "What about the slavery? What about the murder of children? I do not care that you did not instigate the war. But at least accept what your soldiers, your people, whom you will rule one day did to mine. To feign ignorance and false apologies is to do the acts themselves."