Sion Astal, a man who always took it upon himself to take it all upon himself. Spoken like a true king, placing himself last. Even as he thrust a few mana-infused juice boxes at her, smiling as he did and instructing her to take care of Allen before charging up those stairs, he thought only of them, and of their objective.
But you weren't her king, Sion.
No.
His conversation with the spider upstairs hardly mattered to her at this point and, holding both juice boxes in her hands, she calmly made her way toward the exorcist. She could hear his anger, splintering the ground under his left hand. She heard his sudden call to their silver-haired companion. Saw him stumble and crumple in on himself as he attempted to stand; holding out an arm, she moved to catch him before he could fall, wrapping it around his back.
(It was cold like a winter's storm, her mana, colors in chaos, practically writhing there around her. But there was something else there as well, darkness curling within the kaleidoscope of color. Anger. Deep-seeded anger.)
Taking Allen's hand, she forced one of the juice boxes into it, opening her own and downing it quickly, crushing it in her hand before letting it drop.
No. ]
I'll help you up. Help me drag that idiot king out of there.
[ Her arm still wrapped around him, both for support and an extra boost, she began to move with urgency. She'll drag him as well if she needed to. Heavens help Heer Spinnekop. ]
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Sion Astal, a man who always took it upon himself to take it all upon himself. Spoken like a true king, placing himself last. Even as he thrust a few mana-infused juice boxes at her, smiling as he did and instructing her to take care of Allen before charging up those stairs, he thought only of them, and of their objective.
But you weren't her king, Sion.
No.
His conversation with the spider upstairs hardly mattered to her at this point and, holding both juice boxes in her hands, she calmly made her way toward the exorcist. She could hear his anger, splintering the ground under his left hand. She heard his sudden call to their silver-haired companion. Saw him stumble and crumple in on himself as he attempted to stand; holding out an arm, she moved to catch him before he could fall, wrapping it around his back.
(It was cold like a winter's storm, her mana, colors in chaos, practically writhing there around her. But there was something else there as well, darkness curling within the kaleidoscope of color. Anger. Deep-seeded anger.)
Taking Allen's hand, she forced one of the juice boxes into it, opening her own and downing it quickly, crushing it in her hand before letting it drop.
No. ]
I'll help you up. Help me drag that idiot king out of there.
[ Her arm still wrapped around him, both for support and an extra boost, she began to move with urgency. She'll drag him as well if she needed to. Heavens help Heer Spinnekop. ]