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dnangelic · 4 months ago

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" And then the champion wields the vorpal sword and slays the Red King's Jabberwocky ! Prompting the subjects to gratefully turn against their cruel ruler, and then finally returning the crown of Underland to the White Queen where it belongs. " He speaks with the air of a narrator adamant on catching the attention of crowds, even though his audience is just one fellow prince listening intently. Shou even strikes a dramatic pose while he's at it, chest puffed out, and a small dagger in place of a sword he points around aimlessly. He'd have used his real sword, but he left that back home!

But it doesn't take long for his grand story to end, and the greatness that surrounds its events deflates, just like Shou's whole being as the hand around his dagger falls to the side. " ... Or at least that's how it's supposed to go. People claim it's a prophecy, but I've always felt like it's just something they made up. " To lessen the suffering of the wait, to give themselves some sort of hope. He shrugs, not even trying to conceal his lack of enthusiasm.

" It's supposed to be in our castle, the sword, but no matter how far I've searched, I can't seem to find it. " He crosses his arms, features troubled and irritated as he looks over at Daisuke for a reaction. " Sometimes I wish this story never existed. Maybe then the people wouldn't just sit and wait for someone to come and save them. "

@espectres

who could have kept themselves from applause before such a well-acted spectacle ? it's everything it needs to be ; brave heroics and legendary artifacts and a mighty fiend that needed slaying for the sake of preserving peace and establishing order , yet it's this very thought alone that draws a poor aftertaste ; poison to the cup of wine . daisuke's hands still quietly clap for the other come the end of their soliloquy , in a timid , nervous-laugh accented flutter no different from the likes of which he politely acknowledged and promptly excused the occasional juggler , jester , and whatever joke-telling what-have-yous , put before him in an attempt to entertain if not outright impress . after which , he would always retreat alone into his silent , somewhat somber contemplations , only this time , his own audience does not bow and vanish from before him , simple as it would have been for them to do so .

' i don't think ... it's a bad story , ' he tries to confess after a while , even if he would have liked to hear more about the jabberwocky ; more about the horrible monster that supposedly went far beyond words and description , and thus the pitiful extends of human comprehension . you are too kind , his mentors had told him once , and now the words come rushing back , quick as the dagger glint he had caught in their eyes , aiming for his throat --- the cowled sneer of a plot-and-schemer who , at the very least , hadn't dared to commit any sort of treasonous ( just and righteous --- ? ) act of defiance yet . was death to always be the cost of life ? was it wrong to long to face what only should have been boldly slain ? he's too naive , too soft-hearted ; his tastes are poor and absurd to believe in otherwise , he has failed a family of usurpers and tyrants .

yet silence and all its thick , heavying darkness , the boy believed , could be far worse than even a made-up prophecy of hope and faith . a king too could indulge in a little superstition and hobby , but they would always be a king before all else , demanded action and reality no matter how many amateur , mediocre works of art and imagination they lovingly attempted to produce . for just a moment the niwa thinks that he finally sees , at the very least , the hollow space of what he was truly missing . the proud posture and radiant inspirations , the sort of charisma that could bind anyone to a cause , to the pointed stretch of nobility ... to another prince that wanted to overthrow and overcome his own father . was this the sort of ideal everyone had always expected out of him ? something about it still feels strange and painfully unlike himself ; daisuke's head gently shakes after a moment , and a grave and loathsome thought strikes him thereafter .

' it might be stupid , but i can't help but worry . ' it's a simple story ; a simple prophecy . a tale about a lock and a key , a cause and effect , a sword run through someone --- something , that thus could have been anyone , anything , like a so-called villain made out to be a martyr . ' i'm not an oracle . i only know what i think should be right and wrong , like your father ... understanding that he's being cruel , and taking things too far . ' and if he didn't come to understand any of it , then what was left ? this horror , this omen of extremes ? privy to each other's secrets and curses ; the playful , innocent boys meeting under daylight perpetually transforming into wild , terrifying things under moonlight --- the roles of their lives and thoughts of the people ever-shifted with their forms , until daisuke suddenly feels sick , his heart beating as if each pound was little by little , ripping and tearing at its very own strings .

' do you ever think ... the jabberwocky might be you ? ' were foul news ever brought to him then he'd weep senselessly for the one skinned and bled ; the peace of a country would never have been worth its prince , one perpetually out of its people's thoughts and mind , injured or slain . ' if your father knows , if it's supposed to be in the castle in the first place , then maybe he's the one who hid it . ' likewise , he too would have been the one to wield it ; to catch a grinning cat and turn it helpless wild hare . ' what if --- what if it's not trying to tell you to fight , what if it's just a warning ? ' what if nobody involved in a prophecy was actually listening to any part of it ? ' there has to be some way , somebody that can reach him . before any of this --- anything like that happens . shou-kun , i don't want to see you in danger ... '

he didn't want to imagine the bright , roaring cheers . the ensuing confusion . the sinking , far , far too late realizations ; the same sort he had imagined at the center of a blazing , hellish azumano , its skulking haunt and prized demon finally captured amidst frenzy and chaos , the foolish king who only wanted to love his people howling unrecognized at the stake . ' ... isn't there something else we can do ? shou-kun , do you really ... do you really have to keep fighting , like this ? ' losing innocence , cleaning blood off his hands before it could rust , and all by himself , at that ; this felt wrong , too . ' does your father really not ... not love you , not even a little bit ? not even enough to try --- to try to listen to you about something like this ? '

#*･ﾟ⊰ ANSWERED. ⊱#ROYAL.#espectres #daisuke who is perpetually scared out of his mind enough for at least 2 people

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chicagoeggwhisperer · 10 months ago

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If King Charles dies on or before March 25th, 2024, he will technically be the shortest-reigning king in English history.

Anyway, like to charge, reblog to cast.

#king charles #king charles iii #king edward #king edward viii #march 25 #the royal leech #royal family #britain #lmao #like to charge #reblog to cast

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nelsonakis · 10 months ago

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