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06-14-2016, 12:24 AM
He watched Elsa. It felt… wrong to do so. But he did. He watched her, from a distance. Though he yearned to approach her, he knew it would do no good. He had already apologized, they had already traded words over the matter. But to see his Queen withdrawn, retracted from the herd and often without even Edgar’s presence… His chest chilled and tightened as he realized it was he who was the source of the Icebound’s self-imposed alienation. So, it was with sad eyes and reluctant steps that he followed Elsa and Edgar to Iona’s presence. He would have kept his distance, if not for the obvious aggravated annoyance that ruffled his black and white Specter’s frame. He had learned many things as King, and relying on those talented and skilled in their ranks was one of them. And when one of his most adept pegasus was irritated, he knew to take heed. So, glancing once towards Edgar (though Mbwene kept a continuously sad, if wary, gaze on her Zephyr friend), and giving a lingering, guilty, and morose look to his Queen, he finally fixed his attention on the Edge’s spy. “Yes, Iona, what is it?” His deep voice echoed his Queen’s question. He was careful to give space between his hulking, hot frame and her cool, slender one. Though he wanted to stand closely alongside her and lean his broad shoulder comfortingly against her own. He didn’t— couldn’t. He knew that. But knowing it didn’t stop his longing. |
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