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Post by [.P.erfect.&.D.angerous.] on Jun 14, 2007 13:18:57 GMT -5
Raean's amber cat eyes opened to a gloriously sunny morning. The sun was out and shining through the panes of glass that paneled his ceiling in a mesmerizing spiral, casting fractured beams everywhere. The morning was still new, but there was nothing to be done today... Sighing, the heir pulled on his favorite navy shirt and ebony pants, dragging his fingers through his hair in a half-hearted manner. Pacing through the halls, he found the door he was looking for and pushed it open. Inside, he found an unoccupied, velvet-cushioned throne, begging him to take a seat in it. Raean knew the moment he sat in it once more that it had been made for him, or at least it felt like it. Evrey contour in the chair fit his body perfectly, flawlessly. Looking to the table beside him, Raean was surprised to find that the gold, jewel-encrusted crown was not in its place. "This can't be good..." he murmured softly. "I wonder if Father has it?"
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Post by ~~*Tyrant*~~ on Jun 14, 2007 13:24:29 GMT -5
(Do you really expect me to reply to this? I'm muse-less but all right) Crestfallen yawned placidly, just now finishing his breakfast of anything he could consume in the kitchen. He gently caressed the marble of the dining table, remembering and recalling memories, good and bad. He then took the glimmering crown from his crania, examining it with his serpentine optics and feeling it with soft hands. It's what the crown meant and represented that made him sigh. After a few moments, he paced into the throne room, seeing Raean up early, as always. "Hey!" chimed Crest playfully, as if he were still nothing but a child.
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Post by [.P.erfect.&.D.angerous.] on Jun 14, 2007 13:29:21 GMT -5
((But you were the one who wanted to RP..?))
Broken from thought, Raean jumped at his father's outburst. "Oh, hello. You're up early today... Is something the matter?" he added automatically upon seeing the crown laying neatly in Crestfallen's hands. Often, when Crest was thinking back on his past, Raean had noted that he took the crown with him. (Powerplay, srry)
((this feels so backwards! I'm not used to being the heir/heiress!))
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Post by ~~*Tyrant*~~ on Jun 14, 2007 13:33:13 GMT -5
((Gee, I told u so!! I should've been it *pouts* And also, I didn't think I was going to rp Crest >.< Do u know how weird it feels to play the Human King? Can we switch roles??)) "No, of course not," replied Crest, a restless smile playing across his lips. He fixed the crown upon his head again, though, with a fixed look on Raean. "Why do you get up so early in the morning?" he questioned amusingly, yawning broadly once more. OOC: Ack!
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Post by [.P.erfect.&.D.angerous.] on Jun 14, 2007 13:44:47 GMT -5
After thinking over his answer for a moment, Raean replied with a grin, "Why waste life in bed when you can use time to your advantage, to maybe have some fun?" With that, he darted forward out of the throne, meaning to snatch the crown from Crest's head. However, his fingertips glanced off the edge of the thin gold and it slipped from the icy tassels, plummeting to the ground.
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Post by ~~*Tyrant*~~ on Jun 14, 2007 13:47:51 GMT -5
Crest caught it warily, with one snake-like movement. "I agree," he remarked, ignoring the crown incident. "But... today is not one for fun..." sighed Crestfallen, quite feeling what his name suggested. He placed the tiara gently upon the throne and lowered his gaze.
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Post by [.P.erfect.&.D.angerous.] on Jun 14, 2007 16:00:15 GMT -5
Raean knew what was picking at Crestfallen's mind now. "You're thinking about him again, aren't you, Dad?" he asked softly, padding slowly and respectfully up to his father to put an arm around him. Draliono had been jerked suddenly away from Crest while he had only been eleven. To lose a father at that age... It had to be crushing.
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Post by ~~*Tyrant*~~ on Jun 14, 2007 16:03:48 GMT -5
"Yes..." Crestfallen uttered simply, "But... I shouldn't be. There's much more important things to do, yes?" He glanced consolingly at Raean with a faux half-smile. Emerald viper lanterns then wandered the room, nothing the way it used to be.
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Post by [.P.erfect.&.D.angerous.] on Jun 14, 2007 16:08:41 GMT -5
Letting the subject go, Raean asked, "So, what did you have planned to do today, anything?" He was on a mission to get Draliono off of his father's mind and would stick to it if it killed him--not literally speaking. "If I can, can I help?"
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Post by ~~*Tyrant*~~ on Jun 14, 2007 16:12:02 GMT -5
"Nope, nothing at all," he voiced, the memory of his father ebbing off his mind now. "I never have anything to do... it's always been boring around here..." added Crestfallen, shifting his weight dolefully. Case and point, that was the only thing that remained the same since his enthronement.
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Post by [.P.erfect.&.D.angerous.] on Jun 14, 2007 16:34:46 GMT -5
"Well.." Raean paused for a moment. "Do you want something to do today? I'm rather bored, myself." Fingering his necklace, his feline eyes caught his father's serpent onee.
((no muse...))
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Post by ~~*Tyrant*~~ on Jun 14, 2007 16:37:40 GMT -5
"Of course," uttered Crestfallen, tearing his gaze from Raean to his necklace. He then bit his lip and turned away instantaneously. "What did you have in mind?" he inquired, eyes pried away from the heir.
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Post by [.P.erfect.&.D.angerous.] on Jun 14, 2007 21:31:26 GMT -5
Try as he might, Raean could think of nothing. "Oh, I dunno," he responded casually, his finger dropping to his side. "Do we want to stay here or go out into town, or..?"
((Muse sucks, as always))
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Post by ~~*Tyrant*~~ on Jun 15, 2007 15:59:27 GMT -5
"I really don't want to go out..." said Crest, closing his eyes absently. His mind seemed so much more like a veil to himself. What happened to him? Maybe it was just the day... it had to be...
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Post by [.P.erfect.&.D.angerous.] on Jun 16, 2007 13:34:22 GMT -5
"Do you... just not want to do anything today then?" ventured Raean. His father was almost never like this. The heir could only hope that Crestfallen would soon overcome his torpor and be his old self, the fun-loving, childish man he always was.
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