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"So… the facade finally drops then, huh?" Replied Ivory as he watched, the grin fading slowly. No longer was he sat confidently, arms folded in triumph. No, his victorious high was short lived upon hearing the scathing words from Elior.
He wasn't surprised, simply… disappointed. For the briefest moment he did genuinely hope that 'the golden child' Prince was truly some perfect angel that could do no harm to the smallest of creature; the part of his brain that told him to run back to The Dark with his tail between his legs, wrong. If it were true; if the hundreds of years of animosity many of The Dark felt towards the royal family were all for naught? Ivory would be not only embarrassed but devastated. Those months he spent on the plan, pushing those he loved away for all of this? He'd be an asshole, plain and simple.
He would be an asshole but he was okay with that, he wasn't okay with hurting an innocent man - but luckily for Ivory, none such man sat before him.
"We live like moles because your family put us here." Ivory snapped, his voice no longer the soft and kind tone shown to those he cared about, rather instead like a blade against steel; sparks in his eyes as the metal hit the wrong edge of the rock. "I know about what your family did; I know what your people did, Elior. This - I know it isn't right to hurt those who are innocent but you aren't innocent, are you? You're just like your ancestors before you. It's disgusting, really. Kind of hilarious too, knowing you still hold that pompous attitude even down here."
The obsidian dagger rested on the very edge of the bed. Ivory's eyes moved to it before his fingers traced its edge carefully, the misshapen dagger certainly not his best work but it was still awfully nice compared to many made. He held the edge to Elior's throat, pushing just hard enough until he saw a small band of blood.
"There are three ways this can happen, I'm aware. The ideal situation is that your people leave mine alone and you no longer exploit us for nothing. We get better healthcare and medicine, you get your materials and pay the full price. Another option is that I must kill their Golden Child because my requests haven't been made. Lastly, and I'm sure it's the perfect scenario for you, my attempts to help my people fail and my head ends up on a pile in front of thaf pretty palace of yours. I don't want to hurt you, Elior - it's true, you're awfully handsome and I'm not a violent man. I just… I need to do what's right for my people. If killing you is what I need to do, then I'll do it."
He wasn't surprised, simply… disappointed. For the briefest moment he did genuinely hope that 'the golden child' Prince was truly some perfect angel that could do no harm to the smallest of creature; the part of his brain that told him to run back to The Dark with his tail between his legs, wrong. If it were true; if the hundreds of years of animosity many of The Dark felt towards the royal family were all for naught? Ivory would be not only embarrassed but devastated. Those months he spent on the plan, pushing those he loved away for all of this? He'd be an asshole, plain and simple.
He would be an asshole but he was okay with that, he wasn't okay with hurting an innocent man - but luckily for Ivory, none such man sat before him.
"We live like moles because your family put us here." Ivory snapped, his voice no longer the soft and kind tone shown to those he cared about, rather instead like a blade against steel; sparks in his eyes as the metal hit the wrong edge of the rock. "I know about what your family did; I know what your people did, Elior. This - I know it isn't right to hurt those who are innocent but you aren't innocent, are you? You're just like your ancestors before you. It's disgusting, really. Kind of hilarious too, knowing you still hold that pompous attitude even down here."
The obsidian dagger rested on the very edge of the bed. Ivory's eyes moved to it before his fingers traced its edge carefully, the misshapen dagger certainly not his best work but it was still awfully nice compared to many made. He held the edge to Elior's throat, pushing just hard enough until he saw a small band of blood.
"There are three ways this can happen, I'm aware. The ideal situation is that your people leave mine alone and you no longer exploit us for nothing. We get better healthcare and medicine, you get your materials and pay the full price. Another option is that I must kill their Golden Child because my requests haven't been made. Lastly, and I'm sure it's the perfect scenario for you, my attempts to help my people fail and my head ends up on a pile in front of thaf pretty palace of yours. I don't want to hurt you, Elior - it's true, you're awfully handsome and I'm not a violent man. I just… I need to do what's right for my people. If killing you is what I need to do, then I'll do it."