
@cryptic-glitch
"Can I. . . assist you in some way, Your Highness?" He kept his hands tucked behind his back and his gaze averted. He wasn't used to feeling protective, but for whatever reason, he felt like Satsu needed protection.
"Can I. . . assist you in some way, Your Highness?" He kept his hands tucked behind his back and his gaze averted. He wasn't used to feeling protective, but for whatever reason, he felt like Satsu needed protection.
"The sooner you kill my parents the sooner I stop going through this hellful abuse, and be free." He said with a growl, but the ashes welling in his peepers and spilling down his cheeks revealed that his toughness was just an act so he'd stop hurting. He lay there, continuing to breath. His hair was bright orange, and sparking all over but slowly it stopped crackling so much, and calmed down.
"Well, don't be so outright about it! Someone might be listening," Kayin hissed and moved away from the wobbly flip-shutter. "Look, do you want to talk about it? Or something? I don't know how to help you."
"What's the point? It's not gonna fix everything. All of the staff here are spiteful,and forced to work here. They'll be happy to dance on their graves." He seemed very different here, cooling down. Not the anxious and skittish person as is his normal personality. His consuming oxygen to produce carbon dioxide training montage was a certain grounding pattern, a magic that took away the heebie jeebies and revealed parts of him he didn't know he had.
"Okay. Still. The king and queen might have spies. Just. . . try and keep it down, okay? We could both be killed." Kayin paced around the human containment unit. "What do you want me to do? In the short term, I mean. Besides kill them."
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