❛❛ You came. @villain-he . ❜❜ voice lulls, tender relief accompanying his giddy smile, a bubbling excitement that cripples his attempt to play a proper host ⸻ a proper king.
He forgets his manners, his hands reaching out to rest upon his dear friend's waist, while the other intertwine themselves along Saint's hand, holding tight in thoughtless guidance for a dance he hadn't even agreed upon. ❛❛ Look, I even practice. ❜❜ & he ushers him along into a clumsy masquerade dance, charming only because of how he glisten brilliant against the chandelier lights, gleaming proper and right, hiding away his peculiarities for a long moment. Laios could almost be a proper man.
❛❛ oops. ❜❜ He mutters, his hold tightening as his own balance teeter unreliably. Laios laughs, half-embarrassed, grinning at Saint apologetically. ❛❛ Right, I forgot. Can I have this dance ? ❜❜ Had he not dragged him off away already ? It seems to not matter to Laios at all.
⸻ ❛❛ Oh wait ! Don't say no, I want to dance with you. ❜❜
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lets play hungry hungry hippos.
◜𝑽 ◞ ⸻ ⃰ present ╱ ᴇᴀᴛ ᴏʀ ʙᴇ ᴇᴀᴛᴇɴ
◜𝑽 ◞ ⸻ ⃰ future ╱ ᴛʜᴇ ɪɴsᴀᴛɪᴀʙʟᴇ ᴋɪɴɢ
◜𝑽 ◞ ⸻ ⃰ none ╱ ɴᴜʟʟ ᴀɴᴅ ᴠᴏɪᴅ
◜𝑽 ◞ ⸻ ⃰ modern ╱ ᴀ ɴᴇᴡ ᴀᴅᴠᴇɴᴛᴜʀᴇ
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