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Sirius by Nat
The golden man's body spoke of his submission, but not of his remorse. Itachi sent conflicting messages - While his tone and words offered some semblance of apologetic nature, his entity offered none. Perhaps he felt none; Perhaps he could feel none. Sirius wondered if that was a virtue, or a flaw, and found himself unable to decide.
His accusation was returned with soft tones, a calming sentence of logic and simplistic information that riled the monarch all over again. "I am aware of what I did!" The Revlis man snapped sharply, almost infuriated that the other thought it prudent to remind him of such a meeting. He had spoken of no allowance for the girl to remain, permanently - But nor had he prohibited such a thing. At the time, Sirius had been uncertain of the decision, uncertain of how the girl could best be utilized for his own ends.
Roused by the sharp voice, China stirred within their dwelling. Fear coursed through her as she recognized the voice - The last time she had heard the King speak, her mind had been addled with fever, and he had been demonic. She trembled, pupils swelling wide, the entirety of her attention focused on the unseen beings beyond the doorway.
Sirius had, in this time, managed to compose himself somewhat. The fire simmered still within his poisonous eyes, but when again he spoke, it was in a cold, fearsome voice. "Do you not see the flaw in my having to seek you out twice? You tempt my anger, Itachi, and do so at your own peril," Sensing movement, his eyes moved to the entrance of the other's living space, where a pair of blue eyes peered in terror back at him, "- And at the peril of the girl."
Having the full blast of those acidic eyes upon her chilled China to the bone, and yet, she was unable to refrain from staring back, transfixed. It seemed that something of great importance was taking place - Something that would change the path of Itachi's loyalty. The girl was naively unaware of her own importance within this change - All she knew was that her peaceful existence was once again to be shaken, by this terrible man with snake's eyes. Why was he here, and why was he yelling at Itachi? She continued to tremble, in silence.
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