THE BLACK KING EMERGES
Artist: Undertale OST - Song: Your Best Friend - Word Count: 914
Thoughts. . they could be quite the cumbersome thing couldn’t they? Being stuck in this endless cycle of doubt and self loathing. It was a vicious thing, and it seemed to only propagate itself further, rising with the paranoia, growing stronger with the negativity that dwelt and fed off uncertainty and unrest. Demonica was there, and yet she wasn’t as her friend grasped the ice-cream from the vendor and began to make her way across the crowded square. Demonica moved, she walked with her, but her mind seemed to be for all intents and purposes a million miles away, somewhere distant, trapped within the machinations of her own mind. It could be seen because the demoness didn’t study her surroundings inquissically, instead she stared ahead, a befuddled expression crinkling across her normally beautiful features. It was an expression of worry that adorned her face, and it was one that lingered there.
Demonica truly didn’t pay attention to their surroundings initially, she merely let the wild roaming thoughts within her head move out of control. Let them bash against one another, piggy backing off one another to work her mind into this state of frenzy. Truly the longer they walked, the worse off that demonica’s mind seemed to be working itself out to be--until they stopped, demonica hadn’t even the faintest inkling that they had just been walking. It was only once that monotonous motion of putting one foot infront of the other ceased, that demonica seemed to break free from her revere. Ruby eyes swept the surroundings, taking in the faint sights, and the lovely fountain that glistened from the faint skylight that was above. Demonica took in the icecream, took in the secluded table and her partners mannerisms.
Demonica. . . didn’t really share what she had been through, nor did she give an explanation for her lapse in conversation, and lapse in well paying attention. She walked past the prodigy and sat silently in the chair. Her lips pursue as she accepted the offering of ice cream with both hands. Looking down at it, as if it was the most interesting and contrary thing in the world. Her nose crinkled slightly as she sniffed and took in the different scents and aromas of this delectable treat. It was like a wild animal cautiously approaching some strange scrap of meat on the ground, she was obviously intrigued by it, but it was her pride and wariness that had her testing out what it was before she actually partook in it. It would be kind of funny really to watch a being that could for all intents and purposes erase continents snif this lonely bit of frozen milk with fruit as it if was some super dangerous substance that needed to be identified. . . .
--Or, it could be that she just didn’t want to meet the eyes of the prodigy, out of embarrassment for her previous actions. Was it wrong of her, acting as if everything was strange and unknown here? Maybe, maybe it was brash and not quite as tactful as the demoness should be, but she wasn’t really worried with that thought. Rather she took her time, studying the ice cream before she hesitantly allowed her soft pink tongue to slip from beneath her lips, to run across the side of the chilled treat. She didn’t take much of it back into her mouth, but you could still see if you paid attention, a faint gleam in her eyes as she shivered in delight from the refreshing taste, and texture of the ice cream.
She was obviously not used to treats such as this, and it could be seen as she took another faint bite of it, her lips encircling a portion of the cone before she ate the icecream, her face one of bliss as she processed the different textures, almost forgetting herself for a moment before she blinked faintly and said in a soft voice. ”Sorry. . I was lost in thought it seems.”
Demonica wasn’t one to apologies for anything, and yet here she was in a setting where what she did, didn’t kill anyone--and she still was apologising to sofia. The concept of pride that demonica had, was such that the fact that she was willing to apologies was a feat on it’s own right. In their own little bubble, demonica continued to study sofia, taking in her mannerisms and her speech, her posture. Even as she continued to snack upon the frozen treat, she was still trying to figure out the why--why she was being treated so nicely. Infact when sofia said they were going to move on to the more unsavory conversations, you could almost see the faint change in demonica’s demeanor.
It was as if to her this all made sense now, as if she had been buttered up for some reason. It was most likely a misconception, which was why the demon didn’t rashly lash out, but it was obvious that demonica was weary because of that statement, momentarily stopping her munching on the cone that she had at this point almost completely devoured--ice cream and all--and stared at the prodigy, waiting for the girl to say her peace, and hoping that the girl had only invited her here to do what they where, and not to make use of her for some means.