misterastrum

I’ve seen that look before… The King’s words were stuck on replay in your head. It was all clear. The way the emotion in his eyes changed in an instant, the way the smile on his face faded as he stared into your own (e/c) eyes. He had picked up an emotion that triggered something within himself. But what was it that he spotted? Lying on the stone floor with a sack of potatoes acting as a pillow, you stared up at the dirty ceiling of the cellar, iron bars to your right restricting you from going anywhere. Sleep sounded so nice, yet so terrifying. The emotional distress of the past day wore you down, zapped you of all your