by owl0430 » Thu Jun 15, 2023 3:16 am
If a picture can paint a thousand words, than the eyes, too, must be a picture. Each small crease near the corers of the eyes as they, just a small bit, turn downwards. The frequency of one's blinking, the position of the eyelid.
Each subtle details plays a role in forming one's expression, small, barely noticeable clues that reveals one's innermost thoughts.
As such, there could be no doubt. In the deafening silence of the room, Esmerelda's unspoken answer was certain. She would do whatever it took to prevent Lucas's untimely demise once it was time for his beloved human to depart from this world. Anything, at any cost, to ensure his survival. Even if it meant that, in his eyes, she'd appear to be no better than Orion. Even if he despised her so. 'Twas foolish to give up one's immortal life for a human. Especially one of a high-ranking pureblood at that.
"Orion wouldn't have attacked your precious little human...he'd have turned her, if only just to watch you squirm. When it comes to his personal affairs, he only ever wants the option that will provide him the most entertainment. Killing or simply attacking her would only serve to anger you. Not fun. But turning her would evoke a reaction from you, her, and the prince. All panicked, unsure of what to do, on top of your rage. That's much more exciting in his mind.
Esmerelda was grimacing, one sharp fang exposed. Whether her disgust was from Orion's selfish and thrill-seeking tendencies or Lucas's, in her opinion, incredibly idiotic plan, was unclear.
"And just how do you plan to do that? Let's pretend, for a minute, that the gap between you wasn't as far. He is, afterall, far older. Not even Orion or I know just how old he really is. But say he wasn't. Say he was precisely your age, down to the 'T'. He would still have all of his Thorns, save your grandparents, by his side. And I mean -all of them. It's hard enough for your average thorn to disobey a direct order from the progenitor- now imagine one that shared a vessel with him. Their souls, minds, and destinies intertwining in ways that very few shall ever know." Her eyes, which had sense wandered elsewhere, returned to Lucas.
"Friends are a rarity in this existence. All we really know is secrets and lies. A constant game. Could you really bring yourself to kill him if it came down to it? If it were to be between protecting that human, or killing Al...could you still go through with it?"