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 Posted: Thu May 28, 2015 7:19 pm
i'm tired i can't put in as much effort for tk i'm so sorry
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Posted: Thu May 28, 2015 7:21 pm
Out of the corner of his eye he spies a flash of violet, so he turns his head toward the Great Knight. Mordred meets his eyes and he smiles politely.
TK feels his own lips curl into a smile, and his gaze trails after the man as he disappears into the Tower.
He hums, closes his eyes and walks onward.
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Posted: Thu May 28, 2015 7:23 pm
He cannot help but laugh when they come for him.
He raises an arm in greeting, the chains tied to his wrists jangling cheerily and mixing with his maniacal laughter.
Laughing, laughing still as they pin him down.
Laughing as he disappears deeper into the abyss.
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Posted: Thu May 28, 2015 7:28 pm
The library has a golden globe, and he does not question why the village possesses something so expensive and ancient. The younger him merely reaches for it with grubby hands.
Pearly white teeth. Golden eyes that glow in the darkness.
Dark, clawed hands reaching out and curling around his neck. "Good morning, child," she croons.
He falls, scrambles back, breathing hard as he runs from the library.
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Posted: Thu May 28, 2015 7:37 pm
Bones crackle and bones rattle as he rolls his neck, the joints cracking with a series of satisfying clicks.
Ivory talons tap against his skull head as he switches between the two sides of a battlefield. He whips his tail back and forth as he watches with interest; he is more of a watcher and less of an actor. He'd much rather play the peanut gallery than a player on stage.
Laughing, screaming, as tendrils wrap around his bones and pull him forward.
No fair, sweetie.
Laughing.
Where's the fun in that?
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Posted: Thu May 28, 2015 7:39 pm
He narrows his eyes as his brother's arms wrap around his neck from behind.
"Won't you be a knight for me?" He laughs in TK's ears, and TK just narrows his eyes, turns his gaze to the book in his hands. His brother tightens his hold.
"Won't you be something great, some day?"
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