Post by Eve Avana on Apr 3, 2017 17:14:35 GMT -5
The windows had been blocked out by curtains that drug against the ground, dust pooling at their feet. Behind them, rays of light poked through a hole here and there, but never really enough to illuminate the foreboding darkness that consumed the entire throne room. A single woman sat on her perch, cheek resting on the arms that had crossed over the side rest of the stone chair. To someone who's eyes were still adjusting to the darkness of the room, the yellow eyes that stared half lidded at nothing in particular would glow, but only for a few seconds. They were beacons to draw attention to where the sad queen rested.
The doors had been shut for... How long now? Month? Two? She wasn't sure. From her fear grown depression and from the depression isolation. She had never turned down any Arrancar seeking guidance, that was for sure, but the open door policy hardly seemed as welcoming when the door itself was never open.
Kionchi had been the only relief from her brooding. A visit here and there which would peel away the disinterested look in her eyes if only for those few hours he had to spend. They were both busy, but had nothing to do it seemed. Such was the fate of those in power.
Today, though she sat with a particularly deep set sense of despair, was one such day. At some point -- time was never really important to either of them -- he would knock twice on the door, wait a breath, and then open it as he always did. Light from the outside world would hit just to the left of her shoulder before widening out to shine on all of her and the back of the throne room. That was how it always went and how it would surely go today.
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The doors had been shut for... How long now? Month? Two? She wasn't sure. From her fear grown depression and from the depression isolation. She had never turned down any Arrancar seeking guidance, that was for sure, but the open door policy hardly seemed as welcoming when the door itself was never open.
Kionchi had been the only relief from her brooding. A visit here and there which would peel away the disinterested look in her eyes if only for those few hours he had to spend. They were both busy, but had nothing to do it seemed. Such was the fate of those in power.
Today, though she sat with a particularly deep set sense of despair, was one such day. At some point -- time was never really important to either of them -- he would knock twice on the door, wait a breath, and then open it as he always did. Light from the outside world would hit just to the left of her shoulder before widening out to shine on all of her and the back of the throne room. That was how it always went and how it would surely go today.
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