Overlord Gizmo
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- Posted: Mon, 02 Sep 2013 08:30:33 +0000
x x x x x x x x x ✗ K o r a x Z h a d d a g h
The princess fanned a wayward feather away from her nose, as Kunal’s scrambling set them astir once more. She didn’t have a clue what he was doing, and was even more confused when he threw a pillow at her. She caught it on reflex, although it might be more accurate to say that she managed to wrap her arms around the large pillow just as it hit her. “What?” she gasped, her voice somewhat muffled by the bulk of the pillow before she managed to lower it. She was incredulous, already beginning to protest before she quieted, listening to him finish what he had to say. Her expression softened slightly as she took in his words, looking down at the feather pillow in her hands. The princess flinched involuntarily at the shattering of the glass, more out of surprise than anything else.
“I don’t really…” she started, before letting her voice trail off. Loosely hugging the pillow to herself, she considered the idea. Kora didn’t really think that it would help, but there was something that gave her pause. Her grip on the pillow tightened, her eyes finding their way to the shattered remains of the glass spread across the floor. Allowing the notion to turn in her mind, she mused silently to herself. “Zaara’s gone…” she said quietly, still looking at the broken glass as it caught the warm golden glow of oil lamps. “Doing this won’t make it any better…” she added, stubborn and oddly resigned. The thought was more for herself than for Kunal. Her fingernails dug into the pillow where she gripped it. Despite what she had said, the idea still taunted her. It was egging her on, whispering... ‘Why not?’
Kora gave an uneasy sigh, before looking at Kunal for the first time in a while. Seldom, if ever, had she seen that face wearing any expression other than rage or cold superior indifference. It was strange and slightly disorienting to see him otherwise. One could almost say he was being kind. There was something oddly sincere in his actions. It was as though he needed something... anything… to placate whatever it was that was going on in that mind of his. It was a feeling she could relate to, even if she couldn't understand it. Although she didn't really understand it all that well in herself either... Something inside of her relented, accompanied by a relaxed drop of her shoulders. She supposed that there was nothing wrong with humoring him… for just a moment...
Without really putting that much effort into it, she pulled at the edges of the pillow. The seams didn’t budge at all, so she put a little more force into the attempt. Still there was nothing. Something akin to irritation flared up inside of her. She grit her teeth and yanked as hard as she could, one thumb digging at the seams linking the edges of the fine cloth. A somewhat unladylike curse that could be mistaken for a grumble escaped just beneath her breath, as she continued to pull on the pillow, without so much as a rip. Suddenly feeling incredibly angry at the inanimate object, she sank her teeth into the fabric and tore at it with all the strength she could muster.
The princess struggled with the pillow until her teeth hurt. She was frustrated and angry about so much that had happened. About Zaara… this marriage to Reriic… the accusations against her father and the queen… and everything else… Things that for the most part she tried not to dwell on… always distracting herself if it were possible in anyway. And now this damn pillow wouldn’t even tear when she wanted it to. She struggled with it, clawing at the seams where it was supposed to come apart easily, but refused to do so. Her frustration reached a point where she could barely stand it. Without a single thought that would quell the sudden impulse, Kora cast the pillow away from her, wanting to be rid of the thing. In an unforeseen consequence, it crashed into a small table by the wall. A painted vase on the table wobbled precariously before toppling over the edge of the table and shattering.
Wide eyed and horrified, the princess started to stammer out an incomprehensible apology, but only managed to choke on the form of the words in her throat. She froze, quiet and unmoving for several moments. Eventually an unbelieving breath of a laugh accompanied a small smile. “I… suppose that was sort of the point…” she said, passing a hand through the hair on the top of her head, and laughing nervously but a little more openly.
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