Biding his time certainly hadn't been for not for it allowed him insight into a relationship he was very much keen to unravel. He found a particular joy in observing humans in this way, organically and without pretense. When he was behind his glamour, few paid him mind. Whereas his true form often elicited terrific awe. Humans were not designed to see the truth, they were only capable of seeing the small arch around them, essentially what their unconscious mind wanted them to see, protecting them from an incomprehensible reality.
It was only those he cherry picked, that he allowed to see past the glamour enough to do his bidding. He was rarely in his true form and for the simple fact that he actually needed his subjects coherent and not comatose with fear. What Eularia noticed was the very thing he put forth, a god in disguise. Seeing the realization consume her features was offered no small amount of entertainment.
His movements were slow and precise, his body pliant and easily moved by Francesco. Too easily he allowed the former king to handle him harshly, all the while staring unblinkingly at the man. He didn't try and wrench free, he simply let his arm drop like dead weight when discarded. Their eyes caught for the briefest of moments and slowly, in the silence that followed, a smile stretched across his lips. Still he stood, his eyes preternaturally focused on the only one that mattered.
With a flash of his eyes, fire consumed him, engulfing his form, flames licking his skin and tossing his hair like an old friend. Quickly the fire blossomed, wild and real radiating around them and contained in a glamour. He stepped once towards Frankie and the man was trapped within a ring of gargantuan flame burning in unnatural colors. Occasionally flares would jump inward just shy of touching Francesco, as if the fire itself was an entity of independent volition, curious to know what it was about feast upon.
It was only those he cherry picked, that he allowed to see past the glamour enough to do his bidding. He was rarely in his true form and for the simple fact that he actually needed his subjects coherent and not comatose with fear. What Eularia noticed was the very thing he put forth, a god in disguise. Seeing the realization consume her features was offered no small amount of entertainment.
His movements were slow and precise, his body pliant and easily moved by Francesco. Too easily he allowed the former king to handle him harshly, all the while staring unblinkingly at the man. He didn't try and wrench free, he simply let his arm drop like dead weight when discarded. Their eyes caught for the briefest of moments and slowly, in the silence that followed, a smile stretched across his lips. Still he stood, his eyes preternaturally focused on the only one that mattered.
Bold of you to assume my purpose, your highness.Because she wanted him to focus on her and forget what he'd seen. She was no doubt desperate. Focus still on Francesco unwaveringly, hands shoved into the folds of his quaint robes, he spoke again only this time with a darker cadence to his words.
You lied to me Crow, after all I've given you.still his eyes locked on as if to see directly through the king to the other side.
So now I think you will finally understand what a lifetime of lies will exact upon the liar.
With a flash of his eyes, fire consumed him, engulfing his form, flames licking his skin and tossing his hair like an old friend. Quickly the fire blossomed, wild and real radiating around them and contained in a glamour. He stepped once towards Frankie and the man was trapped within a ring of gargantuan flame burning in unnatural colors. Occasionally flares would jump inward just shy of touching Francesco, as if the fire itself was an entity of independent volition, curious to know what it was about feast upon.
Time to make an honest woman out of you yet.He smiled, a glint of morbid mischief in his eyes.
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