stranger in the mirror, (c)

blood stained clothing characterized the slumped figure that strode across the bridge. his movements exuded a careless aura as he haphazardly wove around the civilians that trudged from city to city with their wares. soft murmurings followed in his wake; however, the blackette maintained an emotionless façade, forcibly keeping his pale lips curved into a slight frown and hastening his steps whenever laughter threatened to overtake his resolve. strands of hair fluttered into his eyes as he sidestepped an approaching cart, pressing his lower back into the railing and watching as the horses plodded carefully forward. obsidian hued eyes followed the movement of the unknown merchant, whom seemed to be heading toward lilla—the city of pleasure and deceit.

deceit—a wonderful term that characterized the peaceful kingdom perfectly—served as a word that the ravenette associated with himself, for he manipulated the populace’s perception of him, donning masks without a hint of remorse. pale lips quivered as he struggled to remain in control of himself, not wanting to present his true self to the plebeians that surrounded him. with amusement gleaming in the depths of onyx tinted eyes, the raven haired male pushed himself away from the railing, pivoting to face in his chosen direction and resuming his trek. tension riddled his frame as he continued his forward momentum, stepping closer and closer to his chosen destination. each step caused his expression to shift minutely, slowly easing into an emotionless countenance. to understand his actions, one needed to remember his chosen occupation as a professional liar.

with a final inhalation of blessed oxygen, the man stepped into ble, shredding his true self and donning the fabricated persona of ziyad. ziyad—forgive me for i have sinned—had been the first step on the dark haired killer’s path toward his desired future, and despite his actions, he never experienced the mind numbing guilt that people preached upon. the world paid homage to the individuals that sought their own satisfaction, translating into the male’s continued success in surviving. his entire world revolved around seeking his own entertainment, and to cure his nearly constant boredom, he decided to pretend to be his deceased brother, silently slipping into the role of an imperial guard and serving in a manner reminiscent of his hazy memories of his deceased brother.

midnight hued eyes roved over the nearby area, darting from face to face and stopping upon a male that hovered in the shadows of a nearby building. with his shoulders thrown back and a prominent frown gracing his features, he strode toward the stranger. recognition slowly dawned as he continued to observe the pale skinned male. casimir marinov, a voice within his conscious mind purred as the rumors regarding the dark haired strain and his master provided the undercover colorless king with ample amusement. his progression halted when he reached the feline strain's side, one gloved hand reaching out and hovering in the space between them. a grim expression remained painted upon his features while his voice carried a soft timbre, rumbling in his chest and aiding in his façade. pleasure to stumble upon you, azar murmured without any prompting and showing no signs of explaining himself until the other male acknowledged him.

TAGGED CASIMIR MARINOV
WORD COUNT 538
NOTES sorry for the wait. orz

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