How Did We Get Into This Mess - KOTLC Oneshots

Next Caller | An Incorrect Quote Oneshot

( Nothing ever lasts forever, everybody wants to rule the world )

Lord Adel straightened his jerkin, prepping the cameras and microphones for the interview. He set out Butterblasts, the ideal interview snack. It wasn't messy or greasy, and melted quickly in your mouth. Unlike those wretched indigoobers.

He settled into place on his armchair, crossing one leg over the other flamboyantly. His daughter let the interviewees inside.

Once they were seated, the red light flicked off, signaling they were on air. With a wink to the camera, Lord Adel turned on the charm.

"Welcome, esteemed Neverseen leaders. Thank you for taking the time to do this," the Lord stated respectfully.

"Of course," Lady Gisela responded cloyingly. Vespera fluffed her hair, the creamy pearls of her net bright against her ghostly pale skin. Fintan quite thought it was a waste of their time, opting to nod.

"Our viewers have a few questions for you," Adel informed them. "Shall we begin?"

Fintan let out an exasperated yes.

"First up, what do you think of takeout? Food?" Lady Gisela's nose wrinkled.

"A date," Fintan answered, distracted by watching flames dance across his slender fingers.

The camera moved to Vespera.

"Murder."

Then to Lady Gisela, as she scoffed.

"It can be all three if you're not a coward," she enlightened airily. Accompanied by a gentle roll of her eyes, the Lady discreetly dumped the platter of Butterblasts into her purse.

Lord Adel's eyes widened, his fingers fluttering around the glass of his tablet.

"Next caller!"

( Ok but if Lady Gisela wasn't so manipulative and calculating she would be a milf. Don't judge me, we all know it's true. Like the confidence and determination? We keep all that. Just not the sketchy stuff. Except for murder, that's kind of a turn on / hj )