While the PRINCE is all loose garments and silk curtains and a sort of odd GRACE, Riff is the complete OPPOSITE: the General stands RIGID, back STRAIGHTENED, uniform in order and expression a solid ICE that looked completely unbreakable. This, of course, betrayed the BITTERNESS and the NERVES that plagued him: he was going away from HOME, Transsexual, LAND OF NIGHT, the only place he had ever known. His chest felt tied in complicated KNOTS with worry and anxiety. Magenta, the night before, had assured him that everything would be FINE since they were going together, but still. THE UNKNOWN was laid out before him in the form of this rather BEAUTIFUL man. Riff didn’t like not knowing what to expect: he’d much rather have his cards all gathered up in front of him.
He breathed in rather sharply, and gave an equally sharp nod. It was going to be a long trip.
“– Yes, your highness. I am .. General Riff Raff. It is an honor… a privilege, really… to have been assigned to be beside you on this mission.” He affirms in a monotonous matter, not necessarily trying to hide the fact that those words were almost completely scripted. At the other’s inquiry– WHAT WAS RIFF THE GENERAL OF? WAS HE SERIOUS? – a brow is raised, but he shakes it off so as to not show any disrespect. Riff decides to brush it off, favoring the idea that Frank was only KIDDING. “She… ah.” That was a curveball. The old Queen didn’t like Riff very much, and that was a fact. But how was he supposed to respond? “No, sir, but… she must trust me enough to put you in my care, your highness.” It felt like a mess of words, but it was all Riff had just spoken. Feeling scrambled, he bows his head in APOLOGY.
Yep. It was going to be a long trip. Riff’s dignity already felt nonexistent.
‘ RIFF RAFF. excellent,’ the young furter, STUDYING the man before him, clicks his tongue. ‘ now, we are acquainted. i feel it would be terribly senseless for me to INTRODUCE MYSELF, ahem – mother mentioned you’ve a sister. an UGLY one, she told me. ’ pale, pink lips curve into a WICKEDsneer ; fortunately for the prince, general riff raff is subservient, LOYAL to his superiors. tucking a jet - black curl behind his ear, frank moves along, heels clicking with each swaying stride. ‘ i do hope she’s SWEET like you, ’ he croons poisonously, examining his surroundings : suddenly, they are more interesting than the general.
silently admiring riff raff’s SMALLNESS& hoping for similar behavior from the sister that’d been spoken of, the prince hums a single note before inquiring : ‘ where is the ship ? i was told – PROMISED – that there would be a ship. i don’t imagine we’ll be going much of ANYWHERE without one. ’ he turns on his heel, narrows emerald eyes at the general. ‘ i asked you a question, general. where is it ? have i gone ABSOLUTELY BLIND, or is it true that there is no damned SHIP in sight ?! ’
