@brainsplitter | cont. {x}
the domestic wasn’t in the utmost SURPRISED by his response, nor does she doesn’t step away when he rises from his throne, despite the fact that she KNEW that she should have held her tongue, not spoken ILL of the arrogant prince in his presence. but she was ANGRY, && she’d NEVER been good at CONCEALING it. && she knew her following words were going to garner her naught but PUNISHMENT, punishment in which she INSISTED she’d take in the place of her brother. ‘ perhaps, you should, master. ’ the final word slipped betwixt CRIMSON lips with nothing but CONTEMPT, emerald oculars holding naught but fury for the furter before her. ‘ because it doesn’t. ’
‘ – doesn’t it, ’ he all but GROWLS through clenched teeth. with each step the furter takes, drawing nearer & nearer to the rebellious little creature before him, his heels click and his cloak BILLOWS with ominous promise, with the assurance that all is absolutely NOT WELL here. an unforgivable SIN has been committed && frank will be damned if he is to ignore such a thing. he halts mere inches before the domestic. ‘ in that case, magenta, it certainly OUGHT TO. ’ snarls he, for there isn’t a doubt in the scientist’s mind that his DESIRES should be the sole priority of the universe. ‘ tell me, then. what sucked out this little OUTBURST from you ? forgive me if i’ve mistaken, but i don’t suppose it has anything at all to do with the chastisement your dear brother, riff raff, received just yesterday evening. ’