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quu ([personal profile] quu) wrote in [community profile] quumunity2013-06-01 04:01 pm

The Second.... Thingy

Welcome, outlanders, to the throne room of (presently unconscious) King Alxis of Glazingstoke. The lilac-colored eyes of the sorcerous Prince Joffrey fix with unnerving penetration upon the party of outlanders as he clasps his beloved father to his breast. Limned he is by the last of his flames; their low ebb purples the face of the slumbering king. The echoes of deep magic swirl in the room and color the sunlight that streams through the windows.

"Explain yourselves." He commands. It is the tone of someone who is used to being obeyed immediately.

Behind him, about him, a few guards are coming around from their poisonous nap. Groggy blinking; clumsy, sleep-swollen hands fumbling to check upturned helmets, or grasp weapons, or smooth ruffled feathers. A muffled "wut happnd" slurs from someone's numb lips. Two piles of black ash smoulder silently upon the dais.

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yowokomete: (うたいながら君とやり取りした言葉今でも。。。)

[personal profile] yowokomete 2013-06-02 12:44 am (UTC)(link)
Shonagon notes that indeed, Joffrey doesn't look very like his father. She tries to recall if she's heard anything of this country's queen--a prince doesn't happen without a mother, after all--but nothing comes immediately to mind.

"If it's no trouble," she says, "tea would do wonders to settle my nerves." She looks around the room, delighted by the tiled floor and the warm colors of the furniture. The striking colors of the malachite are particularly charming.
yowokomete: (ちょっと浮世で踊りませんか?)

[personal profile] yowokomete 2013-06-02 01:00 am (UTC)(link)
"Were you considering leaving him before?" Shonagon asks lightly. She makes sure not to meet the prince's gaze, lest she be taken as rude; instead she turns her eyes on his elaborate robes. The long sleeves are charming, she thinks; if he wore more layers, the prince could potentially be welcomed at her own court.