Afternoons
A.N. Okay just to clear it up, Diva is in Riku form in this scene ^w^
An Angel's song whispered through the wind, gently caressing the otherworldly blue roses and servant's ears. She spoke in another language, her cries getting louder. The song darkened and the angel darkened, tinted by the atmosphere. As the song continued, a race seemed to ensue until the angel burst, the darkness of its nature rebelling. The angel fights back, but the darkness consumes its shell, until finally there is no more angel. A cried scream rings through the air as the angel is defeated, and the last piercing soprano note is sang, chilling all witnesses to the core.
A soft clap ensued, and said angel turned to the praiser.
"Bravo, Diva."
The seemingly young boy beamed, her stark white teeth sparkling.
"It was wonderful, wasn't it, Karl?" She asked inwardly, a wind picking up and tossing her short hair around her boyish features.
Karl smiled slightly, her question having an obvious answer.
"Anything and everything you do is splendid, my queen."
"Of course it is." Diva dismissed, starting to walk towards the platform in the garden where blue roses crept up the pillars. Karl watched her, hypnotized.
"Tell me," Diva questioned, her back to her chevalier as she placed a hand on one of the pillars. "Would you love my onee-sama as much as you do me if she sang like that?" Karl was taken off guard by her question and hesitated, his eyebrows raised.
Diva glanced over her shoulder, Riku's- no Diva's eyes were prodding yet playful.
"Of... Of course not my queen. An enemy of Diva's is our enemy as well, and no traits such as singing would change that." He composed himself.
The blue queen stared at him, their eyes locked.
"Karl, I need to speak with you." Amshel stepped out, his business like tone firm.
"Hai. If you'll excuse me Diva," Karl bowed to his queen and left with Amshel.
Diva stayed in the same position for a few seconds after they had left. A sneer tied itself around the young boy's mouth.
"Liar." She sang out as she twirled around the pillar, a tinkling laughter following.