#character and not just. bland general vague man who likes the mc but like doesnt own any traits other than that.

[vampire-writes]

Fireworks

pairing: Xelef x the Crown

(Xelef is a male li from the @ataleofcrowns game. It’s really good, and I highly recommend it!) 

word count: 388

   “Can you do it for me?” he asks, with the puppiest of puppy dog eyes.

   “Absolutely not.” you counter, tone dry. “And not only that, I’m going to remove some specifically because you asked me that.”

   He gasps at this.

   “Your Imperial Majesty- I’m appalled! What heinous crime have I done to deserve this kind of treatment?” he sways, hand clutching his chest.

   You stop his display with a raise of a hand, eyes bored. You barely bite back a smile as you speak to him.

   “I’m not going to set off more fireworks for the festival because they’d ‘look cool’, Xelef. That’s a safety concern.”

   He pouts a tad. 

   “It’s perfectly safe! Besides, are you seriously going to try and tell me it wouldn’t look cool?”

   Your professional facade slips some, and you can’t bite back a grin. Ok, so maybe it would be cool. But you don’t want to roll into power and immediately say “Yeah I want more fireworks at my coronation festival. Oh don’t worry, it’s for the Pale Sword, not me.” It’d be rather rude, not including self absorbed.

   It’s one thing to be a bit rude. It’s another to be rude because your head’s up your own ass.

   “You know it would be cool, you’re grinning.” he tries to ration with you.

   You quickly drop the smile in response.

   “Whatever do you mean, my dear Xelef?” you question, voice monotonous and bored.

   “I’ve never smiled in my life, let alone grin.” your golden eyes met his, and you keep up the act. “Especially not at the prospect of such childish endeavors.” You keep your pace as cool and even as the marble floors you walk on. The heels of your shoes click gentle with every step.

   “Your Imperial Majesty.” he whines, you keep walking. He pauses.

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   “MC.” he says, tone more normal than before. Your gate barely stutters in response.

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   “My darling star.” he says, softer than silk. 

   Click.

   You freeze, and you damn near feel his grin despite having your back to him. His long strides allow him to catch up with you quickly. You allow it, which only makes him more smug.

   “Pretty please?” his lip’s back out, face drawn back into a pout.

  …

   You suppose a few extra fireworks never hurt anybody.