STAR-RIDDLED SKIES

Mock ridicule swathes his speech, and the deity finds herself wholly unamused by the sentiments he offers; mismatched eyes narrowed to thin slits with palpable contempt as she sears him with the intensity of her gaze. And yet, despite his power to infuriate her, the queen is none too keen upon assaulting him { a fact she would never admit to }, for she finds herself transfixed within his presence -- and uncharacteristically so. Regardless, her indifferent facade is unyielding even as the behemoth yet again comments upon her diminutive apex, amethyst and metallic gaze flashing violently as she surpasses the urge to defend her honor against such disdainful words. ?No,? is the dangerous syllable that erupts from slackened jaws in response to his inquiry, the ghost of a smirk creeping up upon her visage as her posture straightens accordingly. ?It is a promise, Mister --? the phantom falters, the wry grin ebbing away from her features only to be replaced by a contemplative frown. ?Mister -- ?? she reiterates, a singular brow quirking upon her forehead, demandingly.