“Cause it's important—“ or so it felt to him, some monumental amount of necessary and true in the way feelings always were for him. It felt important and so it was. “Cause I wanna know best how to serve you—“ And here he wasn’t sure who he meant exactly, if it was Laurelite, or Metallia, or the Negaverse as a whole? If it was either of his husbands or his team. He couldn’t bring himself to be sure.
He did want to serve though, always. To do his best in that regard. And some amount of doing exactly that required knowing where he stood both under Metallia and within the organization.
As a person.
As a Senshi.
“So — what do you think, Cerbs? Thoughts all in order — a good opening line — Yanno m’not one to typically disturb a Queen for nothing and she’s busy I’m sure! But nothings kinda what m’running on here…” His sigh longsuffering as his trek down the hall to Laurelites official chambers came to a halt and he turned to Cerberus properly. The Senshi frowning down at the upward crane of tri-tangled necks; the quasi-ethereal creatures lingering gaze gave away nothing, it's tilted heads, flickered claws exuding silence laced with just a hint of judgement.
Albite took it for what it was and twisted it into what it wasn't. His self-pep talk well received by the singular sentient audience, and with that? He proceeded to knock, the politeness to do so ingrained at this point from any number of meetups with any number of agents and sovereigns.
There was only one door he had the right to burst into and bamph in and out from at his leisure.
And this? This was not the one.
This was the sort one had to request an audience with -- and show reverence too -- and marvel at the grating, overwhelming aura of.
”xThe Space Cauldronx”
