Hi! It's me again, here with another update! Just wanted to let you know I've received a couple characters I like, so keep sending em' in! I still need a few more; if you would like to know what kind of characters I've got so far so you can make something different, just PM me or leave me a review asking and I'll PM you.
Oh, and for some reason the line breaks didn't show up last chapter, which made everything run together all confusing like, so I'll try to keep it from doing it this time.
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"You certainly took your sweet time." It was the first time he'd spoken to me all evening.
I pushed a sweet roll around on my plate, sliding it into a puddle of melted butter and back again.
"The dress was too tight; I'm getting fat," I lied, taking a sip of my water.
Arkiro looked skeptical, a dark eyebrow raised. "You are not. You hardly eat anything at all. It's troubling."
I opted to answer by pointedly slicing a piece of the sweet roll and shoving it in my mouth.
He sat there silently for a moment, contemplative.
"Why are you unhappy?" He said suddenly, flaunting a pale hand through the air, all the food and dishes dispersing into nothingness with a swish and the telltale tingle of magic. He used it so carelessly.
"I was eating that." I grumbled lowly.
He made a dismissive gesture with his hand, much like he did a mere moment before when he robbed me of my dessert.
"I asked you a question, Truth. I expect it to be answered."
I dropped my fork to the table, the only piece of cutlery left in the room. "What makes you think I'm unhappy?"
Arkiro was not amused. "Don't be coy. You tried to kill me yesterday."
My napkin was black, embroidered with hints of twisting silver and gold threads. Instead of looking at him, I focused on pulling them out, one delicate line at a time.
"You were attempting to leave again." He spat the words dryly, not surprised, not disappointed, not accusing- just angry and exhausted. It had not been my first attempt.
"Yes," I said simply, "I was attempting to escape again." The silver threads were gone now.
"You speak as if this were a prison."
The gold ones were sown in quite tightly.
"Isn't it though?"
Arkiro's fist came down on the table. Hard. The noise made me start violently, but I finally managed to yank the first golden line out.
"This is your home."
I didn't say anything.
"Look at me," He implored, calm once again.
I did. He looked tired.
"I don't relish hurting you. I don't like for you to be so morose. I suppose it was wrong, expecting you to be content here with only me and a handful of slaves." He stopped mid-thought, tilting his head. Birdlike, a bird of prey, "What you need are some companions."
This ensnared my attention, and the abused napkin fluttered to the floor by my feet, forgotten.
"Yes," He continued, standing from his throne-like chair at the head of the grandiose table, "That's all you need."
His stride was swift as he came to me, pulling me from my seat and to him in a few graceful movements, grinning like a Cheshire cat.
"MorganNight Manor has had Her fill of solitude; it's time She have some company."
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So, yeah, it's short. Sorry about that.
Submit a character if you like. The form is in the first chapter and on my profile.
If you wanted to envision how Truth looks, I imagine her like a long-haired Crystal Reed. I haven't found a face-claim that does Arkiro justice though, so if you know of some tall, dark, and handsome actor who has villainous intentions and charm written all over him, don't hesitate to tell me in the reviews! As for songs that remind me of him, well, there's no shortage: Control by Halsey, I'm Only Joking by KONGOS, Little Monster by Royal Blood, Blood Hands by Royal Blood, Nobody Praying for Me by Seether, Arsonists Lullaby by Hoizer, Monster by Imagine Dragons, Virgin by Manchester Orchestra, Skin to Bone by Linkin Park, Just One Yesterday by the Fall Out Boy, and sooo many more. I'm serious; I have a year's worth of songs for him.
For Truth, some songs are Take me to Church by Hoizer, Seven Devils by Florence and the Machine, Addicted by Kelly Clarkson, Her Name is Alice by Shinedown, Yellow Flicker Beat by Lorde, Can You Feel My Heart by Bring Me the Horizon, Bitter and Sick by One Two, Girl Like Me by Ladyhawke, We Must be Killers by Mikky Ekko, Mad World by Adam Lambert, and once again many more.
So, do any of you know how to make blogs? Cause' I sure don't. If you would like to make one for me and be an absolute little angel, PM me.
