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Everyone Wants To Be Me - Pompeii - 10-26-2014 It's time, time to gaze your eyes upon the only thing I've found worthy of me. That's right. There's finally something here worthy of me, and I'm making it my own personal throne room. The cascading silk drapes have all been pulled shut now, with my own trouble having accomplished it. The simple moonlight beaming through the stained glass ahead fractures upon the actual stone floor. This is something only artisans from my empire could of created. Do the Plebians here even hold the ability to craft such beauty? If they did, then there would be more class here. I'll have to teach them about Aristotle and all the great minds, of philosophy I've learned in the past. They're gonna know how to make great things such as this, and then, there will be the most beautiful statue ever of erected of my gracious self. I will be no Julius Caesar when I can be Augustus: related to the glorious idiot himself, but not dead and still doing a lot better. I'm too great to be Caesar. Stars twinkle overhead and I crane my crown upwards to admire the constellations. I search to find what I know, replaying in my mind what Masahiko had taught me when he was still mine. In the taint of blues, green, vibrant reds, nothing is ever familiar. I can't find the northern star, groaning when my neck muscles now strain. I'm an emperor, and this doesn't happen to emperors. I'm supposed to be elite, sleek, beautiful. That's what I am, every second I spend breathing. A night bird chooses to question me. "Don't you dare ask me who! Everyone knows exactly who I am! I am Pompeii, a Goddess and an Emperor. Did you hear that? An em-per-or." I bellow, fleeing my new temple to step into disgusting snow, looking like a damn fool of myself. I'm no fool, I'm an educated bitch, and that's how it's going to stay while I find the night bird who dare declare me wrong and use every single one of those feathers for the best and absolutely useless headdress. @[Panzram] RE: Everyone Wants To Be Me - Panzram - 10-27-2014
RE: Everyone Wants To Be Me - Pompeii - 11-26-2014 Ha! Within the clutches of my fire, the rage that screams above all else that I am the supreme one as it's meant to be, scares away the nay-sayer. Amusement dipped in self-pride ignites across my beautiful features at the sound of wings flapping in the cold, night air. Someone around here is smart enough not to mess with the likes of a grand Goddess such of myself, which translates to there is really intelligence here in picking me as their new God. Yet, there's always some idiot around who wants to play with the big guns, like the ructabunde speaking to me now. Oh well, I don't mind what it takes to get my wa- Oh, why hello there. I see different now. Peasant or not, at least there is some sort of good looks in this place. Masahiko would never mind if I found myself someone to admire while he left me unhappily(and crownless, what a lousy ex-husband). Except, he was dead and gone, and while a ghost might come to stab you in the ass over finding someone else to fuck, there's nothing wrong with that. "Oh, no! It's Pei for you, Master." Master. I'd never call anyone that name, even speak the word if it wasn't beating the slaves into submission before my glorious presence. Him though. He is painted like myself, deeper in hue and the tone that laces his voice becomes liquid lust. What am I to say? Certain men just have that charm, definitely with a horn like that. Stepping forth with a sway of hips that graces females of exotic breeding such as myself, green eyes flutter with sparks of Closer to him, I can bathe in his musk, the rich scent that coats the males as if they were to roll in it daily. A deep breath gathers in it my nostrils much like a drug. My lips raise to meet his skull even though it stands far above the reach of my jaws, seductive whispers lingering atop velveteen lips. "Oh, but there is one thing. I'm no pet; I'm so much more." OOC: EXCUSE THE DELAY. |