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by 七色 (the best forcystus/magnius artist ever)

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Magnius, Forcystus & Pronyma

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"Don't mistake this for caring, Yuan. I'm merely tired of your snappishness. A proper rest may fix that." That's all it is, of course. That's certainly why the half-elf is concerned, it has nothing to do with worrying about the seraphim's body failing due to it's lack of rest. Or how a slowed reaction time on the battlefield could easily mean death.

He rests his hand on his hip. The seriousness of his expression doesn't give much away.

"You need to sleep sometime."

Fingers rifled through the book in hand with a nonchalant care to them. Green eyes sliding from the page to the man’s face with a raise of the brow. That was an odd statement coming from the man, he wasn’t aware he actually cared to even tell him such a thing.

“ You shouldn’t talk like that, people might think you actually care ” He lightly commented, shutting the book and fully turning to look at the man. Granted he probably should sleep, but it’s nothing but a bore. It’s a waste of time in fact. He could be doing a multitude of other things rather than sleeping.

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SEND ME ONE OF THE FOLLOWING TO SEE HOW MY MUSE REACTS.

"Are you sure?"

"I never meant to hurt you."

"Forgive me."

"I don’t understand."

"Have you ever been afraid like this?"

"I don’t want to talk to you anymore."

"You wouldn’t understand."

"How could you do this?"

"Your...

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"I'm doubtful, but if you insist then I offer my apologies for past transgressions."

  "I could smell that swine a mile away. Don’t try to blame it on him though I know full well of his fascination with my breasts." More so, making fun of her female parts. Men, how typical.

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"That was Magnius and you know it, Pronyma." Or was it. There were some annual parties where Magnius saw fit to get him as drunk as possible to try to win out over their drinking contest.

It's never worked, though.

  "And I believe that was only due to Rodyle being up to his tricky schemes and spiking the alcohol for shits and giggles. Should I also mention the one day you were so drunk that you pressed your face against my chest and asked if they were real?"

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"Is that so? I seem to recall a certain someone passing out before Magnius did last All Angel's Day."

  "Please, I am not a child.” she rolled her eyes. “And I can hold my alcohol very well, mind you.”

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"I believe my point has been proven."

  "I was not the one with the obsession! It was all a giant misunderstanding and you asked if it was a date and I was —"

He quickly covered his face with his red gloves, which is quite humorous as his face was growing the same color as well.

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"And I've been serving you alcohol all these years." Forcystus tuts softly.

  She must be the baby cardinal indeed - well at least it spoke of how talented she was at such a young age.

"Hundred and ten." she replied coolly.

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W-well, if he looks older than 500 he must be in a truly sad state of dress.

"I'm one hundred and sixty." And a half. "And you?"

  "500." she laughed. She really had no idea but it didn’t matter, at least to her in any case.

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"Just how old do you think I am?"

  "Perhaps." she said with a smirk on her face

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"Is that meant to imply that I do?"

  "Oh, you don’t have to be jealous of my beautiful looks. At least I don’t look older than I actually am"

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"Forgive me, but I seem to recall you being the one with the obsession."

"I’m not a child, Kvar."

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lady-tatas replied to your post:"I’m not a child, Kvar."

yes you are forcy-chan

"With all due respect, Lady Pronyma, you have the childish face. That makeup does little to disguise it."

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"I'm not a child, Kvar."

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Your most important person? Then he means more to you than Lord Yggdrasill?

"They're important to me in different ways, greyface. It would be impossible to say one is more important than the other."

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There were a great many things Forcystus expected that day, but this was not one of them. A meeting with Rodyle had been scheduled to talk about Host Subject transfers, another with Pronyma to discern just how much of a threat the gathering forces of Triet were. He expected that perhaps their minor forces would mount an attack, as they often did when the monthly slave transfers occurred, and perhaps the commotion outside was his elite handling it before he had the chance to rise.

That was most certainly not the case.

The door to his office slams open. His second in command stood there, panting, the smell of fear thick in the air around him... no, that wasn't fear. That was something much more complex, much more powerful.

He needn't ask what.

The scent of pure mana rushes into the room. Forcystus feels a cool sweat break out across his forehead, a shortness to his breath that can only be attributed to a single person.

"I was not informed..." He starts, eyebrows furrowing. His second has no answers either, both casting a short side-long glance at the computer screen. It had been working, that much he was certain. They'd been placing calls and communicating all day... But, of course that didn't matter. He stands, nearly upending his chair in the process. HIs second steps aside and together they rush down the corridor. 

If there was one thing that must be said, it was that one could not mistake Lord Yggdrasill for any other. Be it his voice, his appearance, his smell. All were so distinctly his that even halfway across the compound, Forcystus' felt his hair standing on end and his eyes burn with the strength of it.

"Lord Yggdrasill."  His reaction is immediate and expected, dropping to one knee and bowing low. "What a welcome surprise."

—- ¢яυχιѕ✥⊱ 

The fuss created at the human ranch was his own doing. He had appeared there without announcing himself prior. His presence startling as it was awe inspiring. Human and half-elf alike drawn to behold their savior. For that was what he thought himself as he hovered in the midst. Form chosen with that exact intent; a gold and ivory figure with resplendent wings. Every twitch of those glimmering extremities pulled heartstrings. Many Desians chose to respectfully avert their eyes. Humbled, as they should be, trembling and witless and e x p e n d a b l e.

Some of the brighter bulbs in the box begged for his pardon and fled. Their reverence in clear conflict with their desire to be useful. He allowed them to scurry after their cardinal, where ever he was. After all it was Forcystus whom he had come to visit .

None dared to murmur despite their growing curiosity. All eyes remaining trained on him. Production at a perfect halt all because of his whim. Then, in a moment of vanity, the puppeteer turned his head to lay eyes upon a human child. Tatty, dirty and afraid, she stared wide eyed with her heart caught in her throat. The chains on her ankles proof of her lowly position. He looked upon her as if he pitied what he saw. Her gaze held until tiny brows arched, hopeful.

F o o l i s h. 

He spoke nonchalantly, his words offered to the room at large rather than the girl. The petulant undertones of his voice reminiscent of his true form. Not an angel but a child himself now all but turning up his nose.

❝How unseemly…❞

❝Is this how you greet the leader of Cruxis?❞

The soldiers around him, seemingly anticipating his will, immediately struck her down. Perhaps they were anxious to perform; he hadn’t given them any orders after all. Their own volition drove their whips, each lash accompanied by aggressive berating. A mere human slave, they said, had no right to meet the eyes of their lord. 

He could have stopped them from bleeding her if he’d wanted to. Except there was no reason to extend courtesy to the race Martel had condemned. Mercy was a facade he only granted his kin.With that in mind he continued to turn a blind eye. Private pleasure stoked by the raw screams. Titillated wings then fluttered. His heart similarly a quiver. Jealous eyes lowly lidded and content.

It did not matter to him that he had caused this by being the one to look at her. She suffered and that was entertainment enough. The sounds sure to push an already hurried Focystus to come faster still.