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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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[princeofwhores]

You believe it would not change a thing, to apologize for the pain we have given her?

[Sigh. Pet him, please.]

Perhaps we are too proud, like you say. Yet we are the one that felt her hatred. Should we not be the one to make amends?

[heresyandlace]

You can't amend that kind of hatred.

[and pet him she does--soothing, fingers eventually curling to comb gently through his locks]

Hatred like that can only be satisfied with vengeance... which, by the looks of it, she's already tried to enact.

You don't owe her a thing.

[princeofwhores]

[He closes his eyes, enjoying the soothing touch. It might not be real affection, but the placebo effect is at work, making the pain seem a bit better.]

...we don't owe her a thing.

[He mumbles, thoughtful.]

[heresyandlace]

[ah, that's a little better. She moves her hand to his face, brushing the backs of her fingers along his cheek]

It's true. The only thing that anyone owes their mother is their life, and she's already put a deadline on yours.

[princeofwhores]

[Oh, Kett. So nice to him.]

...yes.

[He places a small kiss against her fingers. Thank you, beautiful dark goddess.]

[heresyandlace]

[and, after that, she leans and ducks in to plant a light kiss against his lips]

Finish eating.

[princeofwhores]

Of course~ ♥

[This dying man will happily eat your canned soup forever.]

[heresyandlace]

[hey, don't knock that soup.

It was made with love malevolent affection.]

[princeofwhores]

[Hey, affection is all he needs, no matter what the lusty prince thinks.]