The Idiotic Oracle wrote:
The Idiotic Oracle wrote:
THe Queen gasped, her small, thin arms hurt by Epona's grip. Despite her powers, she was powerless against physical strength.
Spurned, the Queen stepped back, that phantom mouth visible again on her porcelain mask, but just barely, due to her now heated emotions.
"You know not of what you speak!!" She shouted, grabbing Epona's arms, sharp nails digging through his sleeve. "Even if i desired your powers, i forsee no way of me to steal them. The prince's golden light was to be enough!"
She growled, letting go with a snap, her nails claws for the briefest moment, tearing a small slit into the Magus' sleeve. "And to think i was going to try and have a good time with such a despicable man as you. I wish i didn't need your help!"
With that she turned and stormed away to the far side of the room, summoning her crystal ball yet again, to spy on Genosi, her fury contained. For now.
Secretly, when she felt no eyes on her, she let her crystal ball shift its sight back to where and when Sir Gigsalot had played his song of lost love, and the Queen found a kinship in his loneliness.
i totally want to do an 'ALTERNATE REALITY' version of this post with stupid romance and sexual intentions.
Yesss. I think i'll write it JUST FOR FUN.
The Queen gasped, her small, thin arms hurt by Epona's grip. Despite her powers, she was powerless against physical strength.
When released, she stepped back, rubbing her arms gingerly, hurt in her usually inhuman eyes. She glared up at Epona. "You know not of which you speak, Magus.." She said quietly, her voice layered with anger, hurt. "Even if i desired your powers, i forsee no way of me to steal them. The prince's golden light was to be enough."
Then she stepped close again, and laid her hand on his arm. "it is not your magic, your power that i desire." the Queen said, her voice low, the anger replaced by.. something else. Not love. It was too dark to be love. She saved her loved for someone else. But something.
"It is you i desire."
If she her mouth were visible, it would be seen smiling flirtatiously yet again, enough so that, through the holes of her mask, the corners of her eyes crinkled. They were already low-lidded, gazing at Magus.
"I do not care if you trust me. I don't trust you." Another hand against the Magus' back, sliding up to rest on his shoulder, painted nails glinting lightly. "But i desire you, for more than just your assistance in my scheme. I want you, Magus."
Then the Queen leaned close, getting up on her tippy toes a bit, due to her height. She must've finally caught him off guard, despite all her closeness and flirting, and she pressed the mouth-area of her porcelain mask against the Magus' lips. It wasn't a true facebattle, of course. The Queen of Oracle was no longer capable of such things as facebattling.
"It's cold, isn't it..?" She whispered, the cold, smooth cheek of the mask against the warm, fleshy on of Epona's face. There was a glint in her green, once innocent eyes. That something that wasn't love was in her eyes. It was Loneliness. It was Lust.
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