"My two natures had memory in common."
40th of Vhalar, 716 Arc
- Love.
The most tragic of all emotions.
Andráska hummed as his cousin gave an explanation, the words a bit jumbled as his attention floated in and out of the story, “So,” He was trying to understand, and reiterated it all, “King is married. Doesn't like his wife. Peake Andaris has a crush on the king. King says he likes tits, not dicks. Peake is sad. King is in love with a Skyrider and finds a way to be with her...”
And of course he is betrayed... Did his cousin say how?
“Peake should kill the Skyrider,” After all, didn't everything always come with a price? “A king deserves the world, and there's nothing more tragic than being denied love. It's something you can't buy,”
In truth, Andraska doubt he would remember this critique tomorrow, but a great emotion swept him up, his cheeks burning hot, “Bad guys win too often, Tristan,” Andras turned away, fussing over his outfit and swiping up the bottle of perfume. He sprayed the air in front of him, much of the liquid splattering on the mirror in accident, and blink as it ran down the reflective surface in pink rivets. Surely that wasn't normal?
He leaned forward to smell, but gagged at the stale, grandmother like stench. No, this was far too dated for his skin, “If the Skyrider dies, then your play will feel more passionate,” How dull were the same old frilly stories often told by the theater? They needed intensity! Raw emotion. Tristan didn't deserve to be a cop out, and it was right then and there he promised to bring a little 'umph' to his performance.
“Tell Daliane to get ready,” Moving away from the vanity, Andraka, with both hands on his hips in quite the heroic pose, looked at his cousin with a bright smile, “He's going to have to deliver something special after my performance. And!” he looked around the room for something, promptly forgetting what it was, and instead hid his forgetfulness with a charming wink, “Nepotism is useful,” Perhaps great, but Tristan was perhaps one of the few to ever offer it to him, “I'm going to make sure the Gazette raves about your work. Commoners and nobles alike will be talking about your piece for seasons!”
