"HE KNOWS WHERE," He repeats, humming as though he too is joking along. He does know. Of course he knows. They all want the same thing really and he has a chuckle amongst himself with the private joke that they're the lowbloods now. He'd be a former slave and she would be some equivalent to olive he thinks. They're here huddled wanting the sweet taste of heresy and all he wants is someway to tell her I know people what can help. I was leading them, I was.
What the fuck even is his goddamn life?
He breathes real deep, then suddenly begins to recite, "O'ere a tale of six young trolls and lo' one didst proclaim. I DREAMT TO LIVE AS OF THE MOON AND PART THIS LOWLY PLANE. Upon my tines shall hang a gold which will be naught but mine. MY ENEMIES SHALL KNEEL SO LOW, HIGH FUCHSIA I WILL SHINE. And four o' them did so agree, aspiring to this creed. BUT ONE REMAINED OF DIFFERENCE, AND SAID THAT WHICH THEY'D NOT FORSEEN. I have so lived as of the moon, not of this pining plane. UPON MY TINES I'D WORE NO GOLD, AND I BORN NO THING BUT PAIN. Of lowest rust I've kneeled so low, but green I did so shine. YOU'VE CHOSEN TO BE ONE OF CROWN AND SO YOUR FATE IS MINE. Before your eyes had lain two moons, yet one you did so see. I AM THE DEMONESS, NEW QUEEN, AND YOU'LL NOT FORGET OF ME." He stares off as he falls silent, lifts his drink to sip it, then nods. "A good tale. HIGHLY ILLEGAL, OF COURSE. But good. IT BASED UPON A MYTH THAT THE DEMONESS IS DESTINED TO HUNT THE EMPRESS. As well as that she has gone long in hiding as one of the most lowly."
Before he might have given her a pointed look, a means to say, we're still fighting here. As of now, he dares not. In fact, his hands grip the glass to hide a tremble left from his conditioning. He keeps a smile on.
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What the fuck even is his goddamn life?
He breathes real deep, then suddenly begins to recite, "O'ere a tale of six young trolls and lo' one didst proclaim. I DREAMT TO LIVE AS OF THE MOON AND PART THIS LOWLY PLANE. Upon my tines shall hang a gold which will be naught but mine. MY ENEMIES SHALL KNEEL SO LOW, HIGH FUCHSIA I WILL SHINE. And four o' them did so agree, aspiring to this creed. BUT ONE REMAINED OF DIFFERENCE, AND SAID THAT WHICH THEY'D NOT FORSEEN. I have so lived as of the moon, not of this pining plane. UPON MY TINES I'D WORE NO GOLD, AND I BORN NO THING BUT PAIN. Of lowest rust I've kneeled so low, but green I did so shine. YOU'VE CHOSEN TO BE ONE OF CROWN AND SO YOUR FATE IS MINE. Before your eyes had lain two moons, yet one you did so see. I AM THE DEMONESS, NEW QUEEN, AND YOU'LL NOT FORGET OF ME." He stares off as he falls silent, lifts his drink to sip it, then nods. "A good tale. HIGHLY ILLEGAL, OF COURSE. But good. IT BASED UPON A MYTH THAT THE DEMONESS IS DESTINED TO HUNT THE EMPRESS. As well as that she has gone long in hiding as one of the most lowly."
Before he might have given her a pointed look, a means to say, we're still fighting here. As of now, he dares not. In fact, his hands grip the glass to hide a tremble left from his conditioning. He keeps a smile on.