the-arch-of-creation

[the-arch-of-creation]

~🔥~

"Bitch. You are infinity, so now I win. What do you usually do when you're feeling meh?" He took her hand and held it, making flames dance across her palm. The flames took on the shape of a dog chasing its own tail. He tried thinking of ways to just make her happy. While they had sex almost daily, he preferred when she was happy above all. Sometimes this happiness involved her running him over with his own car. It was an acceptable moment to see her happy.

Shadow look at Jess before looking at the boys and then at Jess. Then did the only logical thing. He pushed his wife out the window befire jumping out to elbow drop her from the top rope.

Jess watched her husband’s gaze flicker from her then their children then back at her.Fuck.What had she done now?Sure she’d come in with a rather Indecent meme but her children had seen and heard worse so she could only chalk it up to her husband’s distaste for the joke.She made a surprised whoop as she was pushed out the window.Her first reaction was to make a portal under herself so she wouldn’t hit the ground.

[the-arch-of-creation]

~🔥~

"When I call you what? Bitch you ain't pretty. Pretty is an understatement. Pretty is a one, you're a fucking twenty. We need a new word to describe how amazing you are." Shadow kissed her fingertips. "Anyway...what do you want to do today? Aside from me."

His tail wrapped around her leg and he smirked at her.

Shadow look at Jess before looking at the boys and then at Jess. Then did the only logical thing. He pushed his wife out the window befire jumping out to elbow drop her from the top rope.

Jess watched her husband’s gaze flicker from her then their children then back at her.Fuck.What had she done now?Sure she’d come in with a rather Indecent meme but her children had seen and heard worse so she could only chalk it up to her husband’s distaste for the joke.She made a surprised whoop as she was pushed out the window.Her first reaction was to make a portal under herself so she wouldn’t hit the ground.

[the-arch-of-creation]

~🔥~

"Don't blame me. Nothing is sexier than having my wife touch me. Especially with her hands around my throat. Maybe my dick...oh well. I still love you, regardless. You're the bestest woman ever. And you make a handsome man." He wrapped his arms around her.

Shadow was Jess-sexual after all. Whether or not Jess looked like a man or woman, it was still his Jess. Meaning the dick could still be sucked and Jessica could still get fucked. "My lovely Goddess."

Shadow look at Jess before looking at the boys and then at Jess. Then did the only logical thing. He pushed his wife out the window befire jumping out to elbow drop her from the top rope.

Jess watched her husband’s gaze flicker from her then their children then back at her.Fuck.What had she done now?Sure she’d come in with a rather Indecent meme but her children had seen and heard worse so she could only chalk it up to her husband’s distaste for the joke.She made a surprised whoop as she was pushed out the window.Her first reaction was to make a portal under herself so she wouldn’t hit the ground.

[the-arch-of-creation]

~🔥~

"Kinky, I'd probably be turned on if you tried strangling me. Though I'd be more than happy to burn your bones black if you did." He combed his fingers through her hair as she buried her face in his chest. "I like your blood cause I like you. Therefore it's pretty." Shadow didn't like water because of Kai, so he did his bathing in volcanoes.

Shadow snuggled his wife and smiled. She was his pride and joy in life.

Shadow look at Jess before looking at the boys and then at Jess. Then did the only logical thing. He pushed his wife out the window befire jumping out to elbow drop her from the top rope.

Jess watched her husband’s gaze flicker from her then their children then back at her.Fuck.What had she done now?Sure she’d come in with a rather Indecent meme but her children had seen and heard worse so she could only chalk it up to her husband’s distaste for the joke.She made a surprised whoop as she was pushed out the window.Her first reaction was to make a portal under herself so she wouldn’t hit the ground.

[the-arch-of-creation]

~🔥~

"I was in the mood to do it. Besides, your blood and mine are the same colors. Mine just look like the night sky with the starts in it." It was true, the arch's blood was black with twinkling white things in it. He took her other hand and kisses her bloodied nose, going to lick the blood from her nose. While his lovely wife was the Goddess of Heartbreak, it didn't seem to affect him very much. It just made her more alluring in his eyes.

At that point he wondered of he took after his father in the romance department. Most of his siblings were not very straight in the romance category. They were all a bit fucked up. But that's what made them family. "How was my surprise, wifey?"

Shadow look at Jess before looking at the boys and then at Jess. Then did the only logical thing. He pushed his wife out the window befire jumping out to elbow drop her from the top rope.

Jess watched her husband’s gaze flicker from her then their children then back at her.Fuck.What had she done now?Sure she’d come in with a rather Indecent meme but her children had seen and heard worse so she could only chalk it up to her husband’s distaste for the joke.She made a surprised whoop as she was pushed out the window.Her first reaction was to make a portal under herself so she wouldn’t hit the ground.

[the-arch-of-creation]

~🔥~

Shadow grinned as he elbow dropped her. Really there hadn't been a reason. He was just in the mood for it, the meme gave him an excuse. Really he loved when she memed. It reminded him of Azzy.

"For the record, I did this out of love. Think of how long it's been since I randomly harmed you. I love seeing you be in a bit of pain for me. Makes me feel all tingly, babe."

Shadow look at Jess before looking at the boys and then at Jess. Then did the only logical thing. He pushed his wife out the window befire jumping out to elbow drop her from the top rope.

Jess watched her husband’s gaze flicker from her then their children then back at her.Fuck.What had she done now?Sure she’d come in with a rather Indecent meme but her children had seen and heard worse so she could only chalk it up to her husband’s distaste for the joke.She made a surprised whoop as she was pushed out the window.Her first reaction was to make a portal under herself so she wouldn’t hit the ground.

[the-arch-of-creation]

~🔪~

Kai took the intruder to the dungeons of the castle.

"This should be far enough..."

Laika sneaks into the castle, on the hunt for some food to eat.

~🔪~

Kai was in the kitchen, playing with the knives in the drawer when he heard something. Seeing as how he was the only one in the building, aside from Clade. Which he wondered if it counted since Clade was the building.

[the-arch-of-creation]

~🃏~

"Only when he feels it's necessary. Other that he is a big softy. I promise that he won't bite you, or the little birb."

Diamond was looking at Destruction before stalking closer to him and giving a tentative sniff before licking one of his hands. In the eyes of the beast the other was more of an overgrown bird, or a birb as Vincent called them.

"Diamond is not exactly a very violent or complicated granted he definitely is more prone to hunt than the others. He is not fond of liars and he and can actually tell when someone lies. Comes in handy when you're trying to haggle for something."

Sweets

|| @the-arch-of-creation ||

~🔱~

It might have been weird to other kingdoms, but it was fairly normal for the King of Provocate to spend his time in the café- owning it and working, rather than just lazing around. He had a liking for food, considering himself a chef, but he was rather good at making all kinds of confectionery.

While he had slipped the last trays of the mornings batch of cakes and sweets into their places inside the glass cabinet, Destruction had wondered if this was normal. Sure, it was commonplace for the Princess to get involved with the people she ruled over. But he had never heard of the prince doing mundane tasks- neither had he heard of the queen doing such things either. Sure they had things built for the people, had things made better, but did any of them actually live like them? It wasn’t a thought he liked to dwell on.

Dusting off his hands, he gestured for one of the few workers he had aid him to man the counter, while he went out the front for a breather. The kingdom of Kalabion was known for its delicacies, for the many fine dining restaurants, sweets stalls and more. And it was all seeming a little lackluster- he didn’t want to fall into the same trap End did. So, he busied himself with taking note of visitors: who was obviously a native; who was obviously at least from Provocate; and who was obviously not from there at all.

He had to clear his throat, it wasn’t a secret to his subjects that he was quick to grow affections- especially towards male presenting beings. What could he say? It was one of his many flaws. At times it made him wish that he was as oblivious as his little sister, as confident as his little brother, as composed as his younger sister. He kept his eyes to floor before Drun Abhit nudged his side. Being a soul weapon, the humanoid scythe didn’t, even possess flesh, and that did remind non-native Provocatians that he was actually considered royalty.

It was a moment later that he realised: he definitely wasn’t from Provocate. Looked more like a member of the Soul Chasm realms than Provocate. No one wore black in the place, not really anyway. Not unless you were from Iganion, or were the owner of a high class establishment. But the clothing didn’t match the style of that kingdom one bit, or that profession.

“Are you new here?”

[the-arch-of-creation]

~🃏~

"I would rather not have to do that. If it really is necessary then I will just adjust my DNA accordingly. Besides, if my brain is working the way then I won't need to even do that."

If he closed his eyes he could practically see the creature his mind was attempting to building from nothing. Though he was trying to figure out how the creature was going to form. With his limited memories he knew of a few ways that the mist made them for him.

"King is very...aggresive in terms of where he decides to perch or sit for the time being. I'll get myself there somehow. I have a knack for getting places that I shouldn't be able to. I'll either scale it or just figure it out some other way."

He watched as the mist darkened, turning black before watching Diamond appear from it. A creature with a body similar to a panther except much larger and with a an extra set of limbs with strange tendril looking appendages.

"Feel like cutting a ten hour walk down to about one?"

He jumped onto the back on the new beast and smirked at Destruction.

Sweets

|| @the-arch-of-creation ||

~🔱~

It might have been weird to other kingdoms, but it was fairly normal for the King of Provocate to spend his time in the café- owning it and working, rather than just lazing around. He had a liking for food, considering himself a chef, but he was rather good at making all kinds of confectionery.

While he had slipped the last trays of the mornings batch of cakes and sweets into their places inside the glass cabinet, Destruction had wondered if this was normal. Sure, it was commonplace for the Princess to get involved with the people she ruled over. But he had never heard of the prince doing mundane tasks- neither had he heard of the queen doing such things either. Sure they had things built for the people, had things made better, but did any of them actually live like them? It wasn’t a thought he liked to dwell on.

Dusting off his hands, he gestured for one of the few workers he had aid him to man the counter, while he went out the front for a breather. The kingdom of Kalabion was known for its delicacies, for the many fine dining restaurants, sweets stalls and more. And it was all seeming a little lackluster- he didn’t want to fall into the same trap End did. So, he busied himself with taking note of visitors: who was obviously a native; who was obviously at least from Provocate; and who was obviously not from there at all.

He had to clear his throat, it wasn’t a secret to his subjects that he was quick to grow affections- especially towards male presenting beings. What could he say? It was one of his many flaws. At times it made him wish that he was as oblivious as his little sister, as confident as his little brother, as composed as his younger sister. He kept his eyes to floor before Drun Abhit nudged his side. Being a soul weapon, the humanoid scythe didn’t, even possess flesh, and that did remind non-native Provocatians that he was actually considered royalty.

It was a moment later that he realised: he definitely wasn’t from Provocate. Looked more like a member of the Soul Chasm realms than Provocate. No one wore black in the place, not really anyway. Not unless you were from Iganion, or were the owner of a high class establishment. But the clothing didn’t match the style of that kingdom one bit, or that profession.

“Are you new here?”

[the-arch-of-creation]

~🃏~

"I've always wanted to fly, it looked like so much fun whenever I would see other creatures flying. Admittedly I got jealous of them."

The sight of Rai made King let out a little soft screech before flying over to Vincent and going to sit on his shoulder. The small creature hissed at the crow.

"Don't be angry that you couldn't sit on someone that you don't know. You're quite demanding for something so little. What does your house look like?"

He casually scratched underneath the cats chin while looking at Destruction.

Sweets

|| @the-arch-of-creation ||

~🔱~

It might have been weird to other kingdoms, but it was fairly normal for the King of Provocate to spend his time in the café- owning it and working, rather than just lazing around. He had a liking for food, considering himself a chef, but he was rather good at making all kinds of confectionery.

While he had slipped the last trays of the mornings batch of cakes and sweets into their places inside the glass cabinet, Destruction had wondered if this was normal. Sure, it was commonplace for the Princess to get involved with the people she ruled over. But he had never heard of the prince doing mundane tasks- neither had he heard of the queen doing such things either. Sure they had things built for the people, had things made better, but did any of them actually live like them? It wasn’t a thought he liked to dwell on.

Dusting off his hands, he gestured for one of the few workers he had aid him to man the counter, while he went out the front for a breather. The kingdom of Kalabion was known for its delicacies, for the many fine dining restaurants, sweets stalls and more. And it was all seeming a little lackluster- he didn’t want to fall into the same trap End did. So, he busied himself with taking note of visitors: who was obviously a native; who was obviously at least from Provocate; and who was obviously not from there at all.

He had to clear his throat, it wasn’t a secret to his subjects that he was quick to grow affections- especially towards male presenting beings. What could he say? It was one of his many flaws. At times it made him wish that he was as oblivious as his little sister, as confident as his little brother, as composed as his younger sister. He kept his eyes to floor before Drun Abhit nudged his side. Being a soul weapon, the humanoid scythe didn’t, even possess flesh, and that did remind non-native Provocatians that he was actually considered royalty.

It was a moment later that he realised: he definitely wasn’t from Provocate. Looked more like a member of the Soul Chasm realms than Provocate. No one wore black in the place, not really anyway. Not unless you were from Iganion, or were the owner of a high class establishment. But the clothing didn’t match the style of that kingdom one bit, or that profession.

“Are you new here?”

[the-arch-of-creation]

~🃏~

"When I saw your wings I felt inspired and my imagination started doing its thing. The excitement I felt when I saw them was something I haven't felt since I birthed The Queen of Hearts."

He seemed to brimming with power, it seemed to roll of him. It was black like a mist of sorts and he grabbed at it playfully while he watched Destruction. In the distance he saw the Mahngalar. It was definitely bigger than he thought it would be. And now he couldn't wait to jump from it.

"I can't wait to jump from that, the feeling of the wind on my face and the blood drumming in my ears. Though the best part is usually the adrenaline that makes it worthwhile. What do you think, King?"

The small catlike creature emerged from the mist and looked at the tree in the distance before nuzzling Vincent. The creature blinked all four of its eyes before flying over to Destruction.

Sweets

|| @the-arch-of-creation ||

~🔱~

It might have been weird to other kingdoms, but it was fairly normal for the King of Provocate to spend his time in the café- owning it and working, rather than just lazing around. He had a liking for food, considering himself a chef, but he was rather good at making all kinds of confectionery.

While he had slipped the last trays of the mornings batch of cakes and sweets into their places inside the glass cabinet, Destruction had wondered if this was normal. Sure, it was commonplace for the Princess to get involved with the people she ruled over. But he had never heard of the prince doing mundane tasks- neither had he heard of the queen doing such things either. Sure they had things built for the people, had things made better, but did any of them actually live like them? It wasn’t a thought he liked to dwell on.

Dusting off his hands, he gestured for one of the few workers he had aid him to man the counter, while he went out the front for a breather. The kingdom of Kalabion was known for its delicacies, for the many fine dining restaurants, sweets stalls and more. And it was all seeming a little lackluster- he didn’t want to fall into the same trap End did. So, he busied himself with taking note of visitors: who was obviously a native; who was obviously at least from Provocate; and who was obviously not from there at all.

He had to clear his throat, it wasn’t a secret to his subjects that he was quick to grow affections- especially towards male presenting beings. What could he say? It was one of his many flaws. At times it made him wish that he was as oblivious as his little sister, as confident as his little brother, as composed as his younger sister. He kept his eyes to floor before Drun Abhit nudged his side. Being a soul weapon, the humanoid scythe didn’t, even possess flesh, and that did remind non-native Provocatians that he was actually considered royalty.

It was a moment later that he realised: he definitely wasn’t from Provocate. Looked more like a member of the Soul Chasm realms than Provocate. No one wore black in the place, not really anyway. Not unless you were from Iganion, or were the owner of a high class establishment. But the clothing didn’t match the style of that kingdom one bit, or that profession.

“Are you new here?”

[the-arch-of-creation]

~🃏~

"I have a really weird addiction to jumping off of tall things. Like buildings, spires, and giant trees. I can survive the impact just fine. It's sweet of you to worry about me though, Destruction."

He chuckled a bit before watching him send the message. Soul weapons were something he hadn't ever run into, sentient weapons were something he was used to seeing. Through he could tell there was something different about them.

"Plenty of species have a similar feature like that. There's probably something like that mixed into me somewhere, I just can't remember what it was. Besides, my eyes used to be brown. The same brown as chocolate. At least I think they used to be. I'll let you in on a secret, cause I trust ya. And you gave me chocolate. I am missing roughly eighty percent of my memories. I can't remember a lot of things about my past or who I am. Vaguely I recall my eyes used to be brown. Though it doesn't matter anymore. I can't remember what I used to look like before this."

Vincent gestured to himself before going to eat another sweet. He had an addiction to sweets, especially chocolates.

Sweets

|| @the-arch-of-creation ||

~🔱~

It might have been weird to other kingdoms, but it was fairly normal for the King of Provocate to spend his time in the café- owning it and working, rather than just lazing around. He had a liking for food, considering himself a chef, but he was rather good at making all kinds of confectionery.

While he had slipped the last trays of the mornings batch of cakes and sweets into their places inside the glass cabinet, Destruction had wondered if this was normal. Sure, it was commonplace for the Princess to get involved with the people she ruled over. But he had never heard of the prince doing mundane tasks- neither had he heard of the queen doing such things either. Sure they had things built for the people, had things made better, but did any of them actually live like them? It wasn’t a thought he liked to dwell on.

Dusting off his hands, he gestured for one of the few workers he had aid him to man the counter, while he went out the front for a breather. The kingdom of Kalabion was known for its delicacies, for the many fine dining restaurants, sweets stalls and more. And it was all seeming a little lackluster- he didn’t want to fall into the same trap End did. So, he busied himself with taking note of visitors: who was obviously a native; who was obviously at least from Provocate; and who was obviously not from there at all.

He had to clear his throat, it wasn’t a secret to his subjects that he was quick to grow affections- especially towards male presenting beings. What could he say? It was one of his many flaws. At times it made him wish that he was as oblivious as his little sister, as confident as his little brother, as composed as his younger sister. He kept his eyes to floor before Drun Abhit nudged his side. Being a soul weapon, the humanoid scythe didn’t, even possess flesh, and that did remind non-native Provocatians that he was actually considered royalty.

It was a moment later that he realised: he definitely wasn’t from Provocate. Looked more like a member of the Soul Chasm realms than Provocate. No one wore black in the place, not really anyway. Not unless you were from Iganion, or were the owner of a high class establishment. But the clothing didn’t match the style of that kingdom one bit, or that profession.

“Are you new here?”

[the-arch-of-creation]

Vincent frowned when he was corrected, he thought he'd gotten it right. Seeing as he was wrong made him pout. Now all he could think about was what the phobia of monsters was called. That was also the first time anyone told him that he looked like a cross between those two creatures. Though now he knew what say he was in case he really needed it.

"Maybe if you didn't spill such important information like water from a faucet then I doubt there would be much of a threat at all. Make up lies, spread them far and wide, before long you could have everyone thinking that this great tree was a family heirloom. Or it could be a family member who was cursed to turn into a tree. Or just a big ass tree. Can we at least try to see the tree? I wanna jump off of it. Unless you know something else I can take a swan dive from."

He took the box from his head and opened it, taking out one of the sweets from inside. Taking a bite of it, he grinned happily as his eyes shifted from their dark red to a chocolate brown color before returning to red.

"Its like eating heaven."

Sweets

|| @the-arch-of-creation ||

~🔱~

It might have been weird to other kingdoms, but it was fairly normal for the King of Provocate to spend his time in the café- owning it and working, rather than just lazing around. He had a liking for food, considering himself a chef, but he was rather good at making all kinds of confectionery.

While he had slipped the last trays of the mornings batch of cakes and sweets into their places inside the glass cabinet, Destruction had wondered if this was normal. Sure, it was commonplace for the Princess to get involved with the people she ruled over. But he had never heard of the prince doing mundane tasks- neither had he heard of the queen doing such things either. Sure they had things built for the people, had things made better, but did any of them actually live like them? It wasn’t a thought he liked to dwell on.

Dusting off his hands, he gestured for one of the few workers he had aid him to man the counter, while he went out the front for a breather. The kingdom of Kalabion was known for its delicacies, for the many fine dining restaurants, sweets stalls and more. And it was all seeming a little lackluster- he didn’t want to fall into the same trap End did. So, he busied himself with taking note of visitors: who was obviously a native; who was obviously at least from Provocate; and who was obviously not from there at all.

He had to clear his throat, it wasn’t a secret to his subjects that he was quick to grow affections- especially towards male presenting beings. What could he say? It was one of his many flaws. At times it made him wish that he was as oblivious as his little sister, as confident as his little brother, as composed as his younger sister. He kept his eyes to floor before Drun Abhit nudged his side. Being a soul weapon, the humanoid scythe didn’t, even possess flesh, and that did remind non-native Provocatians that he was actually considered royalty.

It was a moment later that he realised: he definitely wasn’t from Provocate. Looked more like a member of the Soul Chasm realms than Provocate. No one wore black in the place, not really anyway. Not unless you were from Iganion, or were the owner of a high class establishment. But the clothing didn’t match the style of that kingdom one bit, or that profession.

“Are you new here?”

[the-arch-of-creation]

~🃏~

"Xenophobia is overrated. Anyone who tells me that they don't like monsters is definitely not invited to my next birthday party. And can I see Mahngalar? I've never heard about it and I am curious about it."

Vincent thought about his own mother, at least he tried to. He couldn't recall a single detail about her in the slightest. So he just skipped right over it.

"The fact that there's an unspoken rule for throwing hands is quite possibly the best unspoken rule I have ever heard of."

Sweets

|| @the-arch-of-creation ||

~🔱~

It might have been weird to other kingdoms, but it was fairly normal for the King of Provocate to spend his time in the café- owning it and working, rather than just lazing around. He had a liking for food, considering himself a chef, but he was rather good at making all kinds of confectionery.

While he had slipped the last trays of the mornings batch of cakes and sweets into their places inside the glass cabinet, Destruction had wondered if this was normal. Sure, it was commonplace for the Princess to get involved with the people she ruled over. But he had never heard of the prince doing mundane tasks- neither had he heard of the queen doing such things either. Sure they had things built for the people, had things made better, but did any of them actually live like them? It wasn’t a thought he liked to dwell on.

Dusting off his hands, he gestured for one of the few workers he had aid him to man the counter, while he went out the front for a breather. The kingdom of Kalabion was known for its delicacies, for the many fine dining restaurants, sweets stalls and more. And it was all seeming a little lackluster- he didn’t want to fall into the same trap End did. So, he busied himself with taking note of visitors: who was obviously a native; who was obviously at least from Provocate; and who was obviously not from there at all.

He had to clear his throat, it wasn’t a secret to his subjects that he was quick to grow affections- especially towards male presenting beings. What could he say? It was one of his many flaws. At times it made him wish that he was as oblivious as his little sister, as confident as his little brother, as composed as his younger sister. He kept his eyes to floor before Drun Abhit nudged his side. Being a soul weapon, the humanoid scythe didn’t, even possess flesh, and that did remind non-native Provocatians that he was actually considered royalty.

It was a moment later that he realised: he definitely wasn’t from Provocate. Looked more like a member of the Soul Chasm realms than Provocate. No one wore black in the place, not really anyway. Not unless you were from Iganion, or were the owner of a high class establishment. But the clothing didn’t match the style of that kingdom one bit, or that profession.

“Are you new here?”

[the-arch-of-creation]

~🃏~

"So strange. I think it's a bit weird that everyone trusts each other so much, what did you do that gets them to trust each other so much. Most kingdoms don't have the level of trust yours does. If all of the other places you named have the same rule then I'm surprised."

This place almost seemed like a utopia of sorts. Vincent followed him, looking around as he did, really he just sought to explore everything around him. Not knowing everything but more just seeing it.

"You're going a bit too fast for me, I can only keep up with so many places at once. What's the tallest place in the kingdom?"

Sweets

|| @the-arch-of-creation ||

~🔱~

It might have been weird to other kingdoms, but it was fairly normal for the King of Provocate to spend his time in the café- owning it and working, rather than just lazing around. He had a liking for food, considering himself a chef, but he was rather good at making all kinds of confectionery.

While he had slipped the last trays of the mornings batch of cakes and sweets into their places inside the glass cabinet, Destruction had wondered if this was normal. Sure, it was commonplace for the Princess to get involved with the people she ruled over. But he had never heard of the prince doing mundane tasks- neither had he heard of the queen doing such things either. Sure they had things built for the people, had things made better, but did any of them actually live like them? It wasn’t a thought he liked to dwell on.

Dusting off his hands, he gestured for one of the few workers he had aid him to man the counter, while he went out the front for a breather. The kingdom of Kalabion was known for its delicacies, for the many fine dining restaurants, sweets stalls and more. And it was all seeming a little lackluster- he didn’t want to fall into the same trap End did. So, he busied himself with taking note of visitors: who was obviously a native; who was obviously at least from Provocate; and who was obviously not from there at all.

He had to clear his throat, it wasn’t a secret to his subjects that he was quick to grow affections- especially towards male presenting beings. What could he say? It was one of his many flaws. At times it made him wish that he was as oblivious as his little sister, as confident as his little brother, as composed as his younger sister. He kept his eyes to floor before Drun Abhit nudged his side. Being a soul weapon, the humanoid scythe didn’t, even possess flesh, and that did remind non-native Provocatians that he was actually considered royalty.

It was a moment later that he realised: he definitely wasn’t from Provocate. Looked more like a member of the Soul Chasm realms than Provocate. No one wore black in the place, not really anyway. Not unless you were from Iganion, or were the owner of a high class establishment. But the clothing didn’t match the style of that kingdom one bit, or that profession.

“Are you new here?”

[the-arch-of-creation]

~🃏~

"You leave your house open to strangers? That's...an interesting life style. I dig it."

He wasn't a big fan of portals if the place was in walking distance. Took the fun out of the adventure for him since he missed things to see. Flying however, was rather fun. Though he would settle for walking this time around.

"Walking. Portals suck the fun out of exploring, I have two perfectly good legs and I plan on using them until I don't have them. Besides, I get to see more of your awesome kingdom."

Sweets

|| @the-arch-of-creation ||

~🔱~

It might have been weird to other kingdoms, but it was fairly normal for the King of Provocate to spend his time in the café- owning it and working, rather than just lazing around. He had a liking for food, considering himself a chef, but he was rather good at making all kinds of confectionery.

While he had slipped the last trays of the mornings batch of cakes and sweets into their places inside the glass cabinet, Destruction had wondered if this was normal. Sure, it was commonplace for the Princess to get involved with the people she ruled over. But he had never heard of the prince doing mundane tasks- neither had he heard of the queen doing such things either. Sure they had things built for the people, had things made better, but did any of them actually live like them? It wasn’t a thought he liked to dwell on.

Dusting off his hands, he gestured for one of the few workers he had aid him to man the counter, while he went out the front for a breather. The kingdom of Kalabion was known for its delicacies, for the many fine dining restaurants, sweets stalls and more. And it was all seeming a little lackluster- he didn’t want to fall into the same trap End did. So, he busied himself with taking note of visitors: who was obviously a native; who was obviously at least from Provocate; and who was obviously not from there at all.

He had to clear his throat, it wasn’t a secret to his subjects that he was quick to grow affections- especially towards male presenting beings. What could he say? It was one of his many flaws. At times it made him wish that he was as oblivious as his little sister, as confident as his little brother, as composed as his younger sister. He kept his eyes to floor before Drun Abhit nudged his side. Being a soul weapon, the humanoid scythe didn’t, even possess flesh, and that did remind non-native Provocatians that he was actually considered royalty.

It was a moment later that he realised: he definitely wasn’t from Provocate. Looked more like a member of the Soul Chasm realms than Provocate. No one wore black in the place, not really anyway. Not unless you were from Iganion, or were the owner of a high class establishment. But the clothing didn’t match the style of that kingdom one bit, or that profession.

“Are you new here?”

[the-arch-of-creation]

~🃏~

"Hmm...yeah we can do that. It would make it easier to find a good place to start exploring. Although should you really be inviting strangers to your home just because they are good looking?"

Vincent glanced at Destruction, a playful smile on his face. How could he not enjoy teasing him, his blush was already in his top favorite things to see. While he had a few chances to tease him, he would refrain for now in favor of wanting to learn things about this place.

'He is quite naive, Vaati. Thinking everything will just fall right into place for him because he asks nicely.'

The memory winked out of his mind and he wondered who had told him that. He couldn't remember who they were, though he could remember they were dead. And he was the one who killed them.

Sweets

|| @the-arch-of-creation ||

~🔱~

It might have been weird to other kingdoms, but it was fairly normal for the King of Provocate to spend his time in the café- owning it and working, rather than just lazing around. He had a liking for food, considering himself a chef, but he was rather good at making all kinds of confectionery.

While he had slipped the last trays of the mornings batch of cakes and sweets into their places inside the glass cabinet, Destruction had wondered if this was normal. Sure, it was commonplace for the Princess to get involved with the people she ruled over. But he had never heard of the prince doing mundane tasks- neither had he heard of the queen doing such things either. Sure they had things built for the people, had things made better, but did any of them actually live like them? It wasn’t a thought he liked to dwell on.

Dusting off his hands, he gestured for one of the few workers he had aid him to man the counter, while he went out the front for a breather. The kingdom of Kalabion was known for its delicacies, for the many fine dining restaurants, sweets stalls and more. And it was all seeming a little lackluster- he didn’t want to fall into the same trap End did. So, he busied himself with taking note of visitors: who was obviously a native; who was obviously at least from Provocate; and who was obviously not from there at all.

He had to clear his throat, it wasn’t a secret to his subjects that he was quick to grow affections- especially towards male presenting beings. What could he say? It was one of his many flaws. At times it made him wish that he was as oblivious as his little sister, as confident as his little brother, as composed as his younger sister. He kept his eyes to floor before Drun Abhit nudged his side. Being a soul weapon, the humanoid scythe didn’t, even possess flesh, and that did remind non-native Provocatians that he was actually considered royalty.

It was a moment later that he realised: he definitely wasn’t from Provocate. Looked more like a member of the Soul Chasm realms than Provocate. No one wore black in the place, not really anyway. Not unless you were from Iganion, or were the owner of a high class establishment. But the clothing didn’t match the style of that kingdom one bit, or that profession.

“Are you new here?”