Prince Phobos dragged slim fingers through the spilt morcels of sand that lay over the arm of his cathedra throne, creating broken patterns as he watched scenes unfolding listlessly throughout his Metaworld. It was the curiousity of a man hoping not to think that let his Lord Cedric and Elyon Brown entertain him for a short moment. There was no point in flickering wonder at how exactly the pitiful snake intended to fix his sister's promiscuality. Perhaps he intended to hoard it from her; bleeding it out in heavy breaths if he intended to binge on her explicit youth, and Prince Phobos couldn't care less if he did, though he waved the images of the pair in a corridor away all the same. Whichever room Cedric intended to take her to, it was not his own and Phobos concealed a lack of interest with a smile. As if anyone was watching - he wouldn't want his father to think him weak.
And Elyon deserved her amour, Prince Phobos having watched her pick through the items of rare beauty that he'd have almost acknowledge her choosing as some level of taste, though she only lay them on her bed until he'd been less than stunned when she had chosen to wear the closest to beguile that had been laid rest in her provided wardrobe, in a room fit more for her dresses than she was. It hadn't even been amusing that she had childishly tied the knot of the ensemble across her chest, and he'd almost gone, just to see how she'd feel at his skepticism. But he didn't want to see her and he didn't now wish to confront Cedric - he had, after-all presented the creatured Lord with a raise of spirits by giving him full form of his sister before the man's imposing face could dare think of asking him. Besides, if Cedric was not to entertain her, possibly breaking her natures (as it would be far easier for Phobos to keep one broken than as she was on arrival), when otherwise it would be quite a waste for her to have barely dressed herself. Next time the pinkish underneath garment probably wouldn't even be there.. Today Phobos had never intended to dine breakfasts with his blood; watching her push foodstuffs in sizely mouthfuls, while outside the world was dying. No. He'd intended for her to wait. Though if Cedric needed her, he would hardly ascertain the man.
Prince Phobos breathed his smirk, closing his eyes and resting his head back as the images tried to find something, though his mind itself was not focused. He pressed his hands on the cold, heavy throne and ignored the previous tremble of his fingers - the outcome of an addict without his addiction. Without power, no man could be God. Without power, though, what was he but a man alone, with only his failure of a Kingdom shriveling around him.
Sit pater, superbi.
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Will Vandom stormed through the streets, glad not to have any reason to spend another minute with a boy who could not trust in her to stay alive. She, even she, could admit that her record was no good, but Will despised that Caleb refused to continue to help her. It was an odd notion, and one she didn't like to put in words, but it wouldn't matter anyway if he didn't wish to secure her himself anymore, and he'd made it quite clear in his 'bedroom'. He was pushing her off; telling her as though she were an extra body that she had to go stand behind Cornelia while they did their job. Cornelia.
Will pushed open her building door and dug her hand into her pocket for her key as she took the stairs two at a time; too seethed to wait for the elevator to beep. Cornelia was strong. The strongest, and by standards it could quite easily be her age, though the power itself of rocks and trees seemed even to sound the strongest, while Will could barely stay off the ground - a power that not only did everyone share, but they also tended to be much better at it; even with Taranee's fear of heights. But the power wasn't the problem, and Will didn't wish to sound selfish or even to sound judgemental, but as far as Will was concerned Cornelia was yet to capture her trust - something that none of the girls, nor Caleb truely would have in all areas, perhaps ever, but at least with Caleb she could be sure that he'd catch her. Cornelia was beautiful, and in honesty Will was too snowed to even bother being jealous, and Cornelia was funny and popular and Will valued her as much as her mother. But Will didn't much trust her mother either, so how could she be expected to stand with this girl and not be terrified.. It wasn't Caleb's right to tell her where to go, but Will's problem was the location itself rather than the demand.. But how could she tell him that..?
Will sighed, clicking the lock and pushing open the door, only to turn directly to the coat-rack and pull off a blue string-bag and stride back, slamming the door behind her. It had been too long.
Sit pater, superbi. - (Meridian, not 'Escanor') Father, be proud.