hyperparadise
08-05-2014, 12:26 PM
this is a repost.
? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? he is of a pompous demeanor, and his defensive speech only demonstrates such a fact as he presumes that his fallen kin is incompetent in the macabre art of battle -- and discards the possibility that the battle prowess of the elysius tyrant is simply greater. however, she refrains from commenting on the skill { or lack thereof } of the fallen russet queen in favor of practiced stoicism and enigmatic silence, mismatched gaze unwavering and unblinking from his own coral -- subtly defiant and frigid. she harbors no ill-will towards the albino titan despite what her exterior displays; the phantom only hopes to exhume an aura of splendor, of newfound independence that she has gained with age and through her self-imposed duty as her kin?s matriarch. though internally the deity cannot help but doubt that her former sovereign harbors even the slightest amount of respect for her or her various achievements; she cannot help but doubt that there will ever come a time where he does not think himself superior to her -- that he will never believe he does not possess her like any of his other pawns. but she is a QUEEN -- a battered soul who seeks no guidance other than that which she can offer to herself; and he is but a fragment of her past left to haunt her.
as his resonant baritones pervade the deafening silence, her jaw stiffens in vexation, outrage! yet as the albino proceeds, the tyrant surpasses such intense indignation as truth is revealed within the depths of his bitter vocals -- one did not obtain glory through the mere thieving of a crown, and the phantom knows she has yet a long journey ahead of her on her route to total infamy. had it been any other dreg of alacritia who had suggested such, the queen would have scoffed and destroyed; yet he is no dreg, nor is he plagued by negligence -- he has earned the prestige bestowed upon him for he truly had stood victorious over the quivering bodies of those who dared oppose him. so the elysius does not seek to reprimand him for such claims, nor does she challenge them for they are true. ?baby steps, isardis,? is the promise which erupts from gluttonous jaws like silk; she is diligent and he would be a fool to believe otherwise, to believe that she would find satisfaction in partial success! no -- she had only just begun.
it is when his haunches ascend from the earth that the deity deciphers their reunion has adjourned, and she, too, mimics his action, pupils still intently focused upon his own. at his final sentiment { laden with palpable arrogance }, the phantom finally allows the faintest flicker of emotion to dance across her countenance, the ghost of a bedeviled smirk tugging briefly at velveteen lips as she regards him with amusement. ?and i will look for you where the chaos unfolds,? the elysius informs him, fully understanding that, while the titan had abandoned his throne, it was highly unlikely that he had truly retired. no, her former king is not one to lurk within the shadows -- he seeks to bask in his own limelight, and she knows that he will again. as the grin ebbs away from her visage, she pivots back towards her cryptic keep, slipping through the mists with immaculate grace befitting of the crown which halos her temples and out of his proximities.
? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? he is of a pompous demeanor, and his defensive speech only demonstrates such a fact as he presumes that his fallen kin is incompetent in the macabre art of battle -- and discards the possibility that the battle prowess of the elysius tyrant is simply greater. however, she refrains from commenting on the skill { or lack thereof } of the fallen russet queen in favor of practiced stoicism and enigmatic silence, mismatched gaze unwavering and unblinking from his own coral -- subtly defiant and frigid. she harbors no ill-will towards the albino titan despite what her exterior displays; the phantom only hopes to exhume an aura of splendor, of newfound independence that she has gained with age and through her self-imposed duty as her kin?s matriarch. though internally the deity cannot help but doubt that her former sovereign harbors even the slightest amount of respect for her or her various achievements; she cannot help but doubt that there will ever come a time where he does not think himself superior to her -- that he will never believe he does not possess her like any of his other pawns. but she is a QUEEN -- a battered soul who seeks no guidance other than that which she can offer to herself; and he is but a fragment of her past left to haunt her.
as his resonant baritones pervade the deafening silence, her jaw stiffens in vexation, outrage! yet as the albino proceeds, the tyrant surpasses such intense indignation as truth is revealed within the depths of his bitter vocals -- one did not obtain glory through the mere thieving of a crown, and the phantom knows she has yet a long journey ahead of her on her route to total infamy. had it been any other dreg of alacritia who had suggested such, the queen would have scoffed and destroyed; yet he is no dreg, nor is he plagued by negligence -- he has earned the prestige bestowed upon him for he truly had stood victorious over the quivering bodies of those who dared oppose him. so the elysius does not seek to reprimand him for such claims, nor does she challenge them for they are true. ?baby steps, isardis,? is the promise which erupts from gluttonous jaws like silk; she is diligent and he would be a fool to believe otherwise, to believe that she would find satisfaction in partial success! no -- she had only just begun.
it is when his haunches ascend from the earth that the deity deciphers their reunion has adjourned, and she, too, mimics his action, pupils still intently focused upon his own. at his final sentiment { laden with palpable arrogance }, the phantom finally allows the faintest flicker of emotion to dance across her countenance, the ghost of a bedeviled smirk tugging briefly at velveteen lips as she regards him with amusement. ?and i will look for you where the chaos unfolds,? the elysius informs him, fully understanding that, while the titan had abandoned his throne, it was highly unlikely that he had truly retired. no, her former king is not one to lurk within the shadows -- he seeks to bask in his own limelight, and she knows that he will again. as the grin ebbs away from her visage, she pivots back towards her cryptic keep, slipping through the mists with immaculate grace befitting of the crown which halos her temples and out of his proximities.
--- exeunt artemis