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DOMESTIC.

@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.