07-29-2021, 02:22 PM
I can see through you, see your true colors
Cause inside you're ugly, you're ugly like me
Cause inside you're ugly, you're ugly like me
Oceane was a beautiful creature and he doubts that even a blind man could deny it. So he watches her appreciatively as she spins before him, noticing the way the blue and gold whirl together into something beautiful and ethereal and the Fae in him responds with a delight gleaming in the dark red hue of his eyes. “That’s kind of you.” She says as she comes to a halt and he merely chortles in response. He can’t think of the last time anyone had ever seen him as kind, let alone voiced it. It makes him extremely uncomfortable and so he merely dips his muzzle back into the blooms of the red petals if only to settle himself in the wake of being complimented in this way.
He doesn’t fully expect her to take his invitation but as she comes to lounge beside him, he finds that Oceane is full of unexpected surprises. First this new look, new magic. Now this. It makes him insanely curious as well as extremely wary. He doubts that the Loessian Queen had merely come out of pleasantries and when she speaks of changes he merely smirks and nods knowingly. “I suspected as much.” He says with a sigh and then waits for whatever she has come here to say. Probably something to do with Aela and her scheming or their visit to Sylva. Perhaps she had grown wise to them after all.
What he doesn’t expect is this to be a conversation about Cheri.
First Reave, now this.
He was growing sick of talking about beloved, perfect, can do no wrong Cheri.
His long tipped ears begin to twitch backward at the mention of the black and onyx mare but he catches them in time and instead swivels them pointedly towards the Queen. He means to lazily drawl that of course he remembers her, the pampered princess was infuriatingly hard to forget. But before he can, Oceane surges forward. And his words die on his tongue as he stonily stares at the opalescent mare and a swirl of bitterness, anger, and perhaps a small hint of pride begins to fill his lungs. Despite his heightened state of inebriation, dark scales begin to scatter along his smooth dark coat and he glances away from the other to the sky as his gaze turns wine-red, as if this news wasn’t annoying or anything important and the birds flying overhead were much more interesting. “Is that so?” He finally says, his tone even and indifferent despite the smattering of scales now patterned along his black and gold figure. Of course. Of course Cheri is handed a kingdom on a silver platter. He should have seen that coming, it was only fitting that the rich get richer while the rest of them struggled and suffered and toiled through a an unkind world. Admittedly he had claimed this place with infinite ease but Cheri had always had her beloved family to shelter her from the reality of the cruel world around them, had the likes of Targaryen and Oceane now to guide and protect her. The anger and bitterness in him intensifies and the snake within him begins to slither so he shoves his muzzle further into the flowers and does his best to calm himself. Not now. Anything but now.
She finally continues on, mentioning abdicating in time when Cheri was more prepared to lead on her own and as she asks for his word for his assistance in supporting her, he finally turns to look at her just as she presses her own muzzle to the flowers and begins to inhale. Full of surprises, this one. There is a darkness in his eyes that he cannot fully hide thanks to his current state of mind and body but the charming smile lingers on the corner of dark lips. “It would be foolish of me to agree so readily without consulting my own council. Or hearing how Cheri plans on operating with our best interests in mind.” He may be drunk and high and a thousand other things but Obscene had at least always been clever. A ruler was nothing without the support of its people and unfortunately for all of them, the Pampas was a subject of Loess. For now.
He can't help but ask suddenly, unexpectedly "What do you see in her that makes her fit to be Queen?" He has other questions of course, questions about her abdication and things regarding Oceane herself. But this is a nagging thought that he can't help but ask aloud. Why her? Why is it always her?
He is still despite the rising flames in his belly battling against the weight of intoxication that dulls his senses to an extent, wondering when Cheri would flaunt this new rise in her station to him. That should be exciting at least, he thinks. He’s never made a Queen cry before, it should be easy when it comes to Cheri. Better yet, perhaps Aela might have some sort of idea to one up her. Something that might benefit them all while at least making him her equal again (although being better than her for once had been so much fun). That thought alone cheers him up immensely and the scales begin to die back beneath the surface of his skin, slowly, as he waits for Oceane's response.
He doesn’t fully expect her to take his invitation but as she comes to lounge beside him, he finds that Oceane is full of unexpected surprises. First this new look, new magic. Now this. It makes him insanely curious as well as extremely wary. He doubts that the Loessian Queen had merely come out of pleasantries and when she speaks of changes he merely smirks and nods knowingly. “I suspected as much.” He says with a sigh and then waits for whatever she has come here to say. Probably something to do with Aela and her scheming or their visit to Sylva. Perhaps she had grown wise to them after all.
What he doesn’t expect is this to be a conversation about Cheri.
First Reave, now this.
He was growing sick of talking about beloved, perfect, can do no wrong Cheri.
His long tipped ears begin to twitch backward at the mention of the black and onyx mare but he catches them in time and instead swivels them pointedly towards the Queen. He means to lazily drawl that of course he remembers her, the pampered princess was infuriatingly hard to forget. But before he can, Oceane surges forward. And his words die on his tongue as he stonily stares at the opalescent mare and a swirl of bitterness, anger, and perhaps a small hint of pride begins to fill his lungs. Despite his heightened state of inebriation, dark scales begin to scatter along his smooth dark coat and he glances away from the other to the sky as his gaze turns wine-red, as if this news wasn’t annoying or anything important and the birds flying overhead were much more interesting. “Is that so?” He finally says, his tone even and indifferent despite the smattering of scales now patterned along his black and gold figure. Of course. Of course Cheri is handed a kingdom on a silver platter. He should have seen that coming, it was only fitting that the rich get richer while the rest of them struggled and suffered and toiled through a an unkind world. Admittedly he had claimed this place with infinite ease but Cheri had always had her beloved family to shelter her from the reality of the cruel world around them, had the likes of Targaryen and Oceane now to guide and protect her. The anger and bitterness in him intensifies and the snake within him begins to slither so he shoves his muzzle further into the flowers and does his best to calm himself. Not now. Anything but now.
She finally continues on, mentioning abdicating in time when Cheri was more prepared to lead on her own and as she asks for his word for his assistance in supporting her, he finally turns to look at her just as she presses her own muzzle to the flowers and begins to inhale. Full of surprises, this one. There is a darkness in his eyes that he cannot fully hide thanks to his current state of mind and body but the charming smile lingers on the corner of dark lips. “It would be foolish of me to agree so readily without consulting my own council. Or hearing how Cheri plans on operating with our best interests in mind.” He may be drunk and high and a thousand other things but Obscene had at least always been clever. A ruler was nothing without the support of its people and unfortunately for all of them, the Pampas was a subject of Loess. For now.
He can't help but ask suddenly, unexpectedly "What do you see in her that makes her fit to be Queen?" He has other questions of course, questions about her abdication and things regarding Oceane herself. But this is a nagging thought that he can't help but ask aloud. Why her? Why is it always her?
He is still despite the rising flames in his belly battling against the weight of intoxication that dulls his senses to an extent, wondering when Cheri would flaunt this new rise in her station to him. That should be exciting at least, he thinks. He’s never made a Queen cry before, it should be easy when it comes to Cheri. Better yet, perhaps Aela might have some sort of idea to one up her. Something that might benefit them all while at least making him her equal again (although being better than her for once had been so much fun). That thought alone cheers him up immensely and the scales begin to die back beneath the surface of his skin, slowly, as he waits for Oceane's response.
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