The Kingdom of Amandla discussion
(( Hmmm... Random maids son will do so and ye. Then king will be mad XD Bro wait- what about Alexis then? ))
((She go boom boom to cell cell and Lynx go sob sob because he didn’t get enough antsy answers <3
((I’ll let you two have your little fun time, and I’ll be stalking the topic, so just say “Code Yellow” and I’ll pop in~ <3))
(( Okay, we'll figure it out bud XD
Had it been any other day, this situation would have been tense, but not absolutely traumatizing. It would have been more merciful on Prince William. He wouldn’t have newfound memories coursing through his veins, intoxicating his thoughts. Now, today, was the dreaded day for the last of the forty-nine. (Will swore he lost count at this point, with how much time he spent in his mind.)
Taking a deep, much needed breath, William bit his lip as he stared down at the unwelcoming, chained door to the dungeons. Today marked the day that he had nearly died a few months back, by his own father’s hands. The real question is, why was he going to the dungeons to see his father? Why wasn’t anyone at his side to protect him? He didn’t want anyone to shield him away like a child. Not this time; not when he was about to prove to his father he was strong.
Insistently, several guards had ran up to him, pleading to aid his side. Each time, he kindly denied, keeping his voice steady. Now, it wasn’t so easy. His blood was boiling and his nerves were blaring like sirens, encasing him into their own bubble which he could not escape. It was as though he wasn’t meant to be here. He was being warned. This was a silly thought. A curious little thing. Did his senses know? Did they recognize the signs of danger, having been put through enough trauma to now be like actual shields, to shy him away from the world?
How peculiar. The way that one tiny thought could transform into a massive train, railing its way through his mind. He thought of it as a circus. Once the show started, people finally had their interests peaked. He wondered….if this was entertaining. Did this make others laugh? Was him, laying in the infirmary for weeks, amusing to some? He thought so. There was yet but only a small doubt in his mind.
After all, who would care? They would all die one day, anyways. Even if that hadn’t been Will’s time, someone had been hoping it would. He knew that very said man, that oh so hopeful man who bore a crown. He did not know that man entirely — not like the back of his hand, so to speak, but he knew what he wanted and knew what he pledged to do at night, staring through the windows and facing towards the village with a wicked smile. There was a man, all alone and grieving about something long lost. Something that had looked him in the eyes so trustingly and full of love, before it turned its back and slapped him like a whip. William knew the feeling, and he knew what his father felt.
Yet never in his entire life did he think that it would go this far. Did his dad really hate him that much? Was it a clawing desperation, screaming in his ears and raking through the back of his mind, grasping onto his secrets like chains? Did his father think he deserved this? Will chose to listen to his mother’s words instead of letting his guilt succumb his mind, paralyzing his body. It was love, something that was to be prized, for not everyone could have such a power of adoration. Love was fragile. It was to be held gently.
Will knew that, too. He’d seen it with his own eyes. He had been apart of Cupid’s treacherous plan. He was shot with the pointed arrow straight through the heart. It was congesting, making him suffer all day and night, and yet he swooned over it. He had watched his own best friend crumble in front of him, eyes full of unsaid emotions and unspoken words. Still, Will denied.
He seemed to do that a lot. Deny things. Lie about how he felt, what he was doing, why he did what he did. He was a liar. But he was Love’s captor. He was captivated. William was in utter paradise; the kind of paradise that was set on fire. It was filled to the brim with lies. He lied about his mental health, his physical condition, how he felt his emotions were being played with…but he refused to lie to Michael. He’d done it already, and it tinkered with his mind as he replayed the scenes, the memories undoubtedly cursing him for eternity.
“I don't recall not being happy, Princey..”
“Mike Wheeler being cheesy? We’re all doomed!..”
“Two years? Hey! Why stop there? Lets make it three. Four?..”
“We’re only, like, 3 or 4 inches apart. I say that’s an achievement..”
“We don't really need reasons to feel happy, we just feel it - y'know?..”
“Very well, sir sorry-ing. Apologies for overestimating your noggin..”
“It'll...it'll be okay...”
“I love you, Michael. But you’re not mine..”
He swallowed, letting out a pathetic whimper as the thoughts whirled around his brain, destroying everything in their path like a tornado. William couldn’t let that happen, not again. His nightmares would just continue to terrorize him for the rest of his life. He was happy now. Right? Everything had changed. He was supposed to be happy. He had a boyfriend, his mom was with Tessa, and Adrian was locked up in the dungeons..
Oh.
That’s right, he was supposed to be in the dungeons. Instead of that, he was staring at the door, his cheeks scarred with tear marks. He was sure that they could be seen from a mile away, ruining his skin. With a sigh, he wiped his eyes. He could not look weak in front of his father, not when he was about to show off how great of a son he could really be. That’s all he ever wanted. He just wanted his father to look at him with a fond smile instead of pure disgust and hatred.
He just wanted to not live in this dollhouse of a castle.
After pacing around the stone door that was supported by strong iron, he stared through the bars that made some sort of window. Hardly any light filtered in to the dungeons, he could tell, so Will had been informed by a guard to bring some sort of light. Being the aesthetic kid he was, William brought a wax candle instead of a torch. It was the better option in his opinion, anyways.
Slowly, he placed his hand on the handle with hesitation. The door was unlocked. He would have to lock it when he came back. Quivering in his own leathered boots, William shoved the door open. In return, it hissed, dragging across the much prettier marble floor with an irritating scrrrape. When Will was met with the darkness of the palace dungeons, he wanted to run in fear.
But he would not. He was strong, and he was not a little boy picking dandelions anymore. (That was a lie, he always picked dandelions. Said they were one of his favorites and he’d get teased relentlessly by his sisters for it. It was now a habit, to kneel down and pick them.)
Carefully, Will trudged down the cold stone steps that twisted in a spiral. There wasn’t even a rail to hold on to, and Will swallowed hard, his stomach clenching. Despite this, he continued, fighting against his fears. His phobia of the dark was waiting to pounce, so at the twentieth step, Will lit the candle with a small match, managing to find a some-what solid grip on a piece of jutted stone.
Onward he went, until he found cell number fifty.
That was where he was met face to face with Adrian Hordan-Lancaster.
His ghost of a murderer.
A simple whisper.
Someone that never truly killed,
but had been so close to it.
“Hello, Adrian.”
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Adrian never got visitors. He just didn't. Food came three times a day. Never water. Never visitors. Nobody cared. Everyone was acting like he was the menace. The traitor. The one who deserved to be punished. He was pacing around his cell. The 15x10 rectangle room was lined with stone. Stone floors, stone walls, stone everything. Suddenly, he heard movement. Someone was coming. He heard soft footsteps coming towards him. He quickly concealed himself in the shadows, only to see William, one of the people he despised the most in the world, appear in front of his cell. He curled his lip, but didn't speak.
Will took a look around. He had been in here once….before everything happened. He remembered it clear as daylight itself. The poor younger version of himself had to deal with being shoved into a cell at the age of ten for accidentally dropping a paint bucket in the halls. He never dared enter that hallway now, and avoided it at all costs, but he sometimes wondered if the paint ever stained and they couldn’t get it out, but had no reason to refurnish the silk carpeting.
“This is ironic..” He got out, whistling shortly at the end. “Remember how this used to be one of your favorite rooms? You got to look at all your enemies from behind bars. Now it’s the other way around. I would show you what you did, make you laugh and wish you’d not hesitated to just penetrate my heart, but you don’t deserve that kind of knowledge.” Will’s voice dropped a bit to a much (surprisingly) deeper and colder tone the longer he spoke, eyes flashing coldly.
Crossing his arms, he tapped his foot, making the noise echo. He didn’t care anymore if this was an intrusion of the prisoner’s spaces. William used to feel bad, having so many people down here for doing no harsh treasons, but now he was filled with rage. Before coming down here, he had been horrified. Now he wanted to bark a laugh and dangle an overcooked mouse in front of his father’s face.
But Will was still too sweet to do such a cruel act. “Why do I even call you father, anymore? Do you know? Do you know ANYTHING about me?!”
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As William spoke, Adrian only grew angrier and angrier. The boy wasn't wrong. Adrian did love this room. He was convinced he had kept his own sister down here once before. Wait.. and she had escaped. If someone as idiotic as his own sister escaped, he definitely could! Adrian was pulled out of his thoughts by William and his yelling. Did he? Adrian thought and stepped forward, "I know you're a fag. I know you and your mother are. I know you like to paint. To be completely honest with you, I don't necessarily care about you enough to learn more than that, William."
The youngest prince could see the anger on the elder man’s face. He wanted to flinch away, open the cell and apologize for everything, to get down on his knees and beg for his sins to be washed away. He wanted to cry that he would do better, that he would engage in manly activities and study harder. But he didn’t bring himself to do it.
He could only imagine the disappointment that would cross everyone else’s faces. It sickened him, making him close to just throwing up on the spot. Biting his lower lip, he nodded. “You know what, sure. At least you care enough to spot the obvious.” Scoffing, he looked down, but still kept glaring at his father, peering into his rotten soul. “Sure, I’m a fag. What’re you gonna do about it? Stab me? Wouldn’t be the first time. Hey, should I bring a cat down here, see if you kill that one, too?” Will laughed quietly. Now he was really regretting coming down here. He swallowed the bile in his throat.
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Ignoring the boy's questions, Adrian quickly approached the bars, grabbed William by his shirt, "Why the hell are you down here, you thing?" He spat, "What the fuck do you want?"
Will stumbled a bit, but caught himself, gripping the cold metal bars like a lifeline. If Adrian hadn’t been locked up, he’s sure he would’ve actually gagged. Usually, the man smelt like pure alcohol. Not this time. Now he just smelt godawful. “I never gave you permission to speak.” Will snapped back, the courage in his heart wilting like the dandelions he had collected a while ago.
He slapped Adrian’s hand harshly, getting free from his grasp. Quickly stepping back from the bars, he swiped at the collar of his shirt, getting off some kind of invisible dirt. Adrian germs. “How about you shut it, you’re not the one asking the questions here.”
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"Then ask them, you stupid little boy. Haven't you learned in your pathetic life that to get something you have to go for for it? To just shut up and do it? I'm sure you haven't, you piece of shit," Adrian said, his voice low and steady, ignoring the fact that William was the one in power here, not him.
((LMFAO))
“With that snarky attitude, I’m not sure I will. Maybe I’ll just sit here and annoy you to death. Might have to go snatch a bottle of mom’s perfume though, it smells like a rats dive in here.” He grimaced to just add on to it, faking a sneeze. He continued to glare coldly at the man who had hated him since the second he was born. “La, la, la-“ William started, running his fingers against the metal. The sound was horrendous, like hundreds of coins scratching the walls all at once. He was sure he heard a prisoner laugh from afar, while another one growled angrily. At least some one here appreciated his wonderful tactics in being obnoxious.
That doesn’t mean that Will wasn’t careful.
If his father got out, he’d be dead in just a few seconds.
They both knew it.
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i love will but like, adrian's going to escape at some point
i can feel it))
Adrian zoned out, ignoring William and everything around him as he imagined all the things he'd do when he got out of this shithole. He'd start with William's boytoy. Ohoh, or, he would tie William up and then kill Matthew, Marcus, whatever the hell his name was. Ohohoh, and then, he'd kill Evelyn, what a pathetic person she was. Then that Tessa girl. And then, and only then, he'd kill William. Slowly and as painfully as possible.
((Uh oh…wait a minute
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oh my god i can get stanley and eddie up in this crazy lore, then...))
Will paused, seeming to notice a shift in the aura around. He slowly stopped raking his nails along the bars, turning to face his father fully. He recognized that look. It always scared him. It was something that gave him his nightmares, haunting him at every corner. “Don’t even think about escaping. I-if you get out, we’ll- we’ll have you executed, in front of the entire village. They’ll know about everything you did.” He tried to sound threatening, but his voice was faltering.
You’re a sensitive boy. Get your head out of the clouds and maybe learn how to fight. Don’t always look up to others to do shit for you. You’re a fucking mistake, he doesn’t love you. Stop trying to make him love you. He’ll never care, he hates you so much he can’t even look you in the eyes. He created you and yet he doesn’t believe it.
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who's that? xD))
Adrian pulled himself out of his daydream and laughed. Loudly. "Oh, okay, William, I'm so scared," he said mockingly, only laughing louder and louder.
((LOLEddie is a rebel scout, and Stanley is a villager. Will knew them both as kids before Eddie turned into a rebel, and Stanley keeps in contact with them both and helps them communicate in secret [since Eds and Will are on opposite sides].))
“We will! Don’t-“ He approached the bars, a scowl fitting on his expression. It just didn’t feel right. It wasn’t meant to be there, and he hated it. How could his father constantly look like this? “Don’t fucking laugh. Shut your dirty ass mouth. Didn’t I tell you to be quiet before?” He spat, rattling the bars slightly.
‘I hate this, I hate this, help, someone help, helphelphelp-’
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Smirking, Adrian silently approached the bars. He got into William's face, well, as best as he could and let out a single, loud laugh that echoed throughout the dungeon.
((Mhm))
Will almost snapped right there. He felt like it was a trap. If he raised his hand, his father would grab it before he could slap him across the face, and then he would get knocked out or something. He couldn’t let that happen. Instead, Will paused before spitting directly on his father’s forehead. “Get a taste of that faggot spit while you’re at it.” He growled before recoiling quickly, hiding his amused expression.
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Adrian jumped out the way before Will could spit on his forehead, "Nice try, if you're going to attack, or, in this case, spit in someone's face, make sure it's sudden."
Will hissed, surprised that the old man could even do anything. “Yeah, whatever. Says your shoulder. Actually, how is that? I hope it hurt, fucko.” He was close to punching something, or someone. The wall would hurt, but he couldn’t care any less. “I wonder how sensitive it is.”
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Adrian narrowed his eyes and countered, "How's your chest? I'm sure you're perfectly fine. Completely unscathed."
“I asked first.” He retorted, voice angry. Something inside of him bubbled with fury. Where was that when he actually needed it? But maybe he could actually be a man, make his father proud a bit. Right? No… just because he recovered from his wounds without really complaining didn’t mean anything. “I’m about ready to just scorch you with a rod, old hag. Bet you want to see the damage you did. Fucking slut, what’d you do when mom wasn’t here? Anything bad?”
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Adrian snorted softly, "I'm the slut? Hoho, I'm so scared of you. Remind me, what were you doing with Matthew that night? I bet you were on the bottom, weren't you, you pathetic faggot?"
“Oh really? How would you describe it? And his name isn’t Matthew.” Will snarled, kicking the ground. Perhaps it would have stung a bit more if he were in regular shoes, but he was in his boots, so all it did was make a dying echo. “Besides, even if we did, I’d have told you about it by now just to blow off your ears. Would’ve described everything. Maybe I should tell you how it feels to be overpowered but then switch positions, hm?”
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As if he actually cared about the other boy's name. Like, seriously, come on, William. "Go ahead, talk your face off, I don't care."
((If you were that desperate to see me write dirty things, you could’ve just asked, dear Allison. LOL- JKJK-…OR AM I? XDDD))
Will barked a laugh. “Okay, sure, lets test your limitations. Where should I start? They way his lips ghosted against mine, telling me it would be okay and that you are an absolute peace of shit? Hm. Oh, I could start where he trailed down my neck…or maybe start where I dominated for a hot minute. God, I’ll replay that scene for the rest of my life.” He smirked. It was all on purpose. “You would pay to do that with someone, wouldn’t you? Bet I could throw someone who’s just begging for you into your cell.”
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i'm still watching the series and this does not help because every time i saw lonnie i imagined adrian
and there were multiple scenes in s2 where i was like "kisskiss" even though i'm 100% a mileven shipper))
Adrian looked at the boy like he was stupid. Or more like for what he truly was. A dumb little boy trying to upset his daddy. At a couple points during William's speech, Adrian couldn't help but laugh. If he didn't laugh, he'd be angry. He couldn't get angry. William would win if he got angry.
It was like trying to take care of a pack of dominos. They were well-built, but could crumble so very easily. Will only smirked more, his grin widening at his father's laughter. “Do you like it? Is that why you're laughing? You want it to happen to you? Didn't know you were so eager to get away from mom. Gosh, I should tell her about this.” He nodded thoughtfully, the teasing no longer seeming like teasing, even if it remained so. “It's bad to bottle up emotions. Come on, you're a man, spit it out. Yell at me. Go on. Do it. Or are you a coward?”
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"I think I've said everything I need to say to something like you," Adrian said, grinning as he imagined what he would do to William when he got out.
“Oh, ouch, right in the heart. Something that sword couldn't do.” He cooed, putting a hand over the small scar that still remained. He was sure it would be gone in a few months...if he wasn't dead by then. “Truly, you wound me, but your words have always been your greatest weapon. Could you tell me one thing, at least?”
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Adrian sighed and went to the bars, "You want me to tell you something, William?" He lowered his voice, although keeping it steady and confident, "You will die by my hand if it is the last thing I do."
“I may die by your hand, but it is then that I will leave a curse on the land.” He replied bitterly, only having to look up a tad to meet eye contact with the man who loathed him more than anything. “I can't wait for that day to come, and I'm sure it'll be soon. But kill them and you'll kill apart of yourself. You hate them. You won't have anything left to destroy if you tear apart what you have sewn. You have my word father, I will let you. With no hesitation, I will undoubtedly let you take my life, by sword or by thy very hand.” He turned his back on the man, walking away before stopping. He did not look back. “Would you have ever been proud, if I was the kind of son you wanted? The total opposite? Or would you have kept manipulating me with your cold hands I've never dared to cut off?”
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"How could I be proud," Adrian called, "Of a cowardly boy like you?"
Will barked a laugh. “Because I am capable of things where you fail. I can love, and you can hate. We are complete opposites. Maybe you're right, and maybe I was born sick, but I wasn't raised wicked.” He looked over his shoulder. “Oh, and one last thing. Before you kill me, take a shower. That's really all I ask of you to do. Goodnight, father.”
And then, blowing out the candle that he had placed on the jutted stone near the cell, he picked it up and walked away, the room falling silent.
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When he was gone, Adrian began planning. He had to get out of here. He had to. And he would. There had to be some people with power still loyal to him. Maybe Alexander, the second in command. He'd always liked him.
Steel soled boots clicked down the long flight of spiraled steps. Unaccompanied and unannounced, Avalon descended into the dark dungeons with a mission in mind. Wrapped around her arm as he was, Ebony hissed at the sudden change in temperatures and burrowed his head into her sleeve. She couldn’t really blame him — it was cold and damp down here in the bowels of the castle. Disgusting. Avalon would make this quick, if only for the snake’s sake. As she hit the bottom step, the princess surged forward without hesitation. She wasn’t ever one to dawdle, and besides, there wasn’t much to see. Her eyes quickly adjusted to the darkness, however, and when Avalon reached the end of the way, her footsteps slowed. “Well that’s disappointing,” she remarked flatly, spying only a dark shape behind the bars. She had hoped they were wrong.
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Over the past few months, days, or weeks.. he didn't know which specifically, Adrian had been planning. Well, trying to anyways. He had gotten one of the guards to fetch him some parchment and a quill, although, all he'd gotten in return was a laugh and a shake of the head. Worth the shot. At that moment, Adrian was sitting against the wall farthest from the metal bars, staring straight ahead as he thought in the mindless void that was his head. Noise. Adrian whipped his head up at the sound of boots clicking. As the noise rose louder, Adrian knew someone was coming to him. But who? Surely it wouldn't be that William boy. The person came into the light. Avalon. His daughter. Adrian felt a million things at once, but the one thing he felt the most was hope. "Avalon," he murmured softly, standing up slowly as he made his way closer to the bars.
Avalon’s face rested in shadows, but her eyes glinted in the soft candlelight. “Hello, father. Miss me?” Her voice was innocent, though held the faintest mocking undertone. She met her father at the bars of the cell, standing close enough to touch him if she wished. She didn’t. Avalon ran a sharp gaze over him, taking in every detail as she had been taught. Adrian’s time in the dungeon had done a number on the once-proud king, and now it was all she could do not to gag at the filth. She leaves for two months and everything falls apart. Why had no one notified her? Why did it have to take a pair of gossiping servants in the hall for Avalon to know? She’d come straight here, hoping it wasn’t true. Unfortunately, it seemed to be. For lack of a better way to put it, the girl snapped, “What happened to you?”
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"Of course I did, Avalon," he replied in the same tone. "I see you're still carrying around that snake," he observed, looking at the reptile. What happened to him? Hah. Long story short, the people that were technically his family betrayed him. He told Avalon this. "Your mother. And that piece of shit that calls himself your brother," he responded, cringing at the thought of that night in the hallways. "How was your trip?"
Avalon ran a manicured nail across Ebony’s pearly scales, but didn’t stoop to give a reply. Of course he was with her. The serpent was the one comforting aspect of her upside down life. And now it looked like everything was in chaos again. She listened impassively, though a twitching finger was all that betrayed her bitter emotions. No, they weren’t her family. Not her mother, and not her brother. How could she be related to such despicable humans? “What a mess,” was the only response she gave, then ran a hand through her hair. She already felt dirty from the long trip, and being down here in the muck didn’t help things. “Tiring.” Avalon wasn’t much for socializing, and the ambassadorial trips were always a headache. At least it went well though, and she told him as much. “We’re on good terms with the sea-border kingdoms now, so at least they won’t come tearing down our doors. You’re welcome.” She spoke flippantly, as if it were any normal conversation, as if there wasn’t a row of iron bars separating them, ignoring the obvious.
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"how could she be related to such despicable humans?"
she is so adrian's daughter))
Adrian nodded approvingly. He knew that if he needed something done, Avalon was the one person that would get it done. And efficiently. "I expect nothing less, Avalon," he told her, moving his eyes from her snake to her face.
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yes she definitely is >:D]]An emotion flickered across Avalon’s face but was gone in an instant. Years of hiding in Chloe’s shadow, but at least Adrian saw her for what she was. Well, he saw what she wanted him to see, and that was good enough for her. “What a gloomy place,” the girl commented simply, spinning around to survey the surroundings. “I bet a plant or two would spruce it up a bit. Maybe a rug. Though, I’m sure a lack of metal would be a more welcome sight.” She turned towards Adrian again and met his steady gaze, letting her words hang in the silence. A subtle suggestion, or a hidden offer? “What do they plan to do with you?”
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Adrian laughed humorlessly. "The lack of metal would be nice." He responded, meeting her gaze. "I believe the traitors are planning on keeping me down here. I haven't received any information. Not that I really can, considering my temporary living quarters."
Avalon only shrugged. “Just thought you might know, considering it’s your life and all.” At least no news was good news, in this case. No set date for execution or torture or worse. Avalon was torn between being disgusted at the royal family’s weakness to finish the job, and an odd relief that they hadn’t found the guts. Curse her feelings. Life would be much easier without attachment. Sensing her mood, Ebony hissed softly and wound his way down her arm.
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He blinked at her. "I'd rather get out of here than play interior designer," he told her bluntly as her snake made its way down his daughter's body. "You know, considering it's my life and all."
Avalon’s black eyes flashed — the only real indication of her annoyance. Well, that and the snake’s agitation. Had the isolation made her father even more dense, or was this his usual? “You should’ve thought about that before getting yourself in this mess,” she countered in clipped words. Honestly, it was as if the world revolved around him. Though, maybe it did in his eyes.
