Wicked Little Thoughts
Sephiran
03-04-2024, 12:06 AM
He didn’t give a response to the elucidation of her ploys- his threat still lingering in the air with the same intensity as before, crackling and sparking in the thick mist of the moor. Despite his feelings for Kaino, and the diplomatic intelligence that ran through her - much like their uncle Rhazien - Sephiran still wasn’t convinced. And he wouldn’t be, until this scheme came to fruition. Still, he couldn’t help but subtly dull the minacious gleam in his eye- as his dream of becoming a proper Sultan was dangling just out of reach, and that, enthralled him. All he had to do now, was place his trust in Kaino and seize it.
Releasing another sigh, Sephiran pivots slightly, pulling his shoulder back to a neutral position. The boy is in her den, eating snacks, reading books… what the fuck. “You’ve not tortured him? Degraded him?” The words spilled from his mouth in disbelief- had Kaino gone soft? Or was this truly the better option? “Regardless, when we arrive to this… Norad,” The word tasted bitter in his mouth- like ashes ready to disintegrate in the wind. Because they were going to burn their kingdom to the ground. “Perhaps we deliver him in pieces?” A crude, satanic grin pulls at his lips- the thought of witnessing a distraught father sprawled across the mutilated remains of his child, is so utterly delightful he can’t help but smile at it.
Peering down at Kaino, he tries to gauge her thoughts- would she argue against his desire for bloodshed? Perhaps. And so, he offers an ultimatum- to keep his cousin on her toes. “We leave in the morning- I can’t promise his… safety, if he stays more than one night in the Moor.” Falling silent, he waits for her agreement- because his word is final. Or so his grandiosity tells him.
"Speech"
Releasing another sigh, Sephiran pivots slightly, pulling his shoulder back to a neutral position. The boy is in her den, eating snacks, reading books… what the fuck. “You’ve not tortured him? Degraded him?” The words spilled from his mouth in disbelief- had Kaino gone soft? Or was this truly the better option? “Regardless, when we arrive to this… Norad,” The word tasted bitter in his mouth- like ashes ready to disintegrate in the wind. Because they were going to burn their kingdom to the ground. “Perhaps we deliver him in pieces?” A crude, satanic grin pulls at his lips- the thought of witnessing a distraught father sprawled across the mutilated remains of his child, is so utterly delightful he can’t help but smile at it.
Peering down at Kaino, he tries to gauge her thoughts- would she argue against his desire for bloodshed? Perhaps. And so, he offers an ultimatum- to keep his cousin on her toes. “We leave in the morning- I can’t promise his… safety, if he stays more than one night in the Moor.” Falling silent, he waits for her agreement- because his word is final. Or so his grandiosity tells him.
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