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[princeofwhores]

[His Highness and supreme ruler of Tel Maran, crown prince of the Dal'Anor Empire; the Emerald Prince himself is looking.... rather terrible.

In fact, he's not been seen for quite some time, and when he's finally stepping out of his room, he looks a lot thinner. The prince appears sickly and tried, and he walks like he's in his own world, taking a break once before the stairs to catch his breath.

So how about them curses? They tend to suck.]

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[heresyandlace]

[catching sight of the prince causes an automatic shift into female form... and noting the state that he seems to be in gets her to actually approach. Wandering up behind him but hanging back, as if whatever is making him look like that is contagious]

...You don't look so good.

[princeofwhores]

[He looks up, a small smile briefly on his lips before he steadies himself against the wall once more.]

Our beautiful goddess of the night speaks the truth.

[heresyandlace]

[oh, she has missed those names and that flattery. It's enough to get her to step a little closer, head tilted in a scrutinizing way]

What's wrong with you?

[princeofwhores]

...we are fine, dark moon. This is nothing.

[Just days and days of crippling agony and pain.]

[heresyandlace]

[oh yeah, that's totally believable]

You don't think I'm a fool, do you?

[princeofwhores]

We do not. We know you are quite bright, but we are a proud man.

[He gives her an apologetic look, and then shakes his head.]

We are in pain.

[heresyandlace]

[that's more like it. she slides another step closer]

From what?

[princeofwhores]

...we are cursed.

[Majid sighs. This was always an awkward part, and his normal, carefree and hedonistic behavior really took a hit when he's in pain.]

[heresyandlace]

Cursed?

[she wanders up the rest of the way now, peering at his face. if anything, it was fascinating--enough so that her usual coy games aren't at the forefront of her attention.]

What sort of curse is it?

[were these rude questions? hmm.]

[birdsbirdsbirds]

[seeing as he's attracted to pain like a moth to a flame, it won't be all that long until this guy wanders his way. he walks past him at first, taking a couple steps up the stairs, but then turns back like he's only just noticed him.

might be true. might be an elaborate setup. either way, he looks a little surprised. and then confused. and then just raises an eyebrow.]

Huh.

[princeofwhores]

[Having been in agony most of his life - when not finding the 'cure' in the arms of lovers - Majid had a rather impressive pain tolerance by now, and what he was experiencing at the moment could make others pass out or writhe on the floor in a mess of tears.

As it was, his highness looked pale and had a hint of cold sweat at his brow, but he was still walking.

Noticing Robin, he seems a bit confused at first.]

...we are fine.

[birdsbirdsbirds]

I'd hate to sweep such a nice assurance aside, but you are far from fine.

[he will backtrack down those couple of steps, stopping next to the prince and maybe getting a little too into his personal space.]

Would you like a hand up the stairs, at least? My conscious will start gnawing at me if I let you pass out halfway up. Nasty thing.

[princeofwhores]

[He doesn't have much of a personal bubble, so Majid doesn't mind the closeness... even if the kindness was a bit unexpected.]

We would like to reach the kitchen... it has been a while since we ate.

[Two days.]

[birdsbirdsbirds]

[well, then, he will just... scoop him up into his arms. C:

which is kind of bizarrely easy for him. he looks kind of strong, yeah, but he definitely doesn't look like the kind of guy who could pick up someone else like they're nothing.]

Allow me, then.

[and he'll start... carrying him up the stairs.]

[princeofwhores]

You-!

[Well, he sure did not expect that. He's not sure if he should struggle or not, since this was more than a little awkward for a proud man.

....but in the end, he doesn't have the strength to do more than just allow the man to pick him up like a princess. How Robin could do this was beyond him - he was a tall and well-built man, after all.]

...we are grateful.

[birdsbirdsbirds]

Good. You should be.

[yep. totally casually just on the way to the kitchen.]

So what ails you, hm?

[princeofwhores]

We are slightly ill.

[Understatement of the century.]

[wingdust]

[I bet the thing that the prince really needs right now is a moth fluttering around his head, doesn't he?

because that's what he gets.]

[princeofwhores]

[Well, crap. He tries waving her away, but the movement just brings him more pain. Insects are gross =/ ]

[wingdust]

[whoooa careful there, buddy. She flutters erratically for a second, before... hey. She notices a bunch of maaaagic coming from something on his wrist.

So, after he waves at her, the moth follows the hand with the fancy bracer back to him, circling that instead. wheee~]

[princeofwhores]

[He sinks down a little against the wall and coughs, covering his mouth with his hand and making a face when it is full of black goo. Noticing that the insect is still around, annoyingly fluttering around his wrist.]

You are a fortunate pest, to not know this pain.

[wingdust]

[oh... that makes her sad.

not that this fact is really apparent, aside from the fact that she tries to come to rest, perching on his bracer]

[princeofwhores]

[He leaves her be, because even if she's a gross bug he doesn't have the strength (or heart) to swat her away.]

[wingdust]

[well, at some random point a few minutes later, that gross bug gets a whole lot bigger.

without thought or reason behind it, the moth is suddenly a moth girl, appearing out of thin air at his wrist and landing soundlessly on the ground right beside him]

[princeofwhores]

[EWW EWWW EWWWWWW... awww. She is so cute!]

What in the name of the sands...?