abyssopelagic

ᵗʰʳᵉᵉ

ᵃʳᶜ ¹ ᶜʰᵃᵖᵗᵉʳ ²

⊹ ࣪ ﹏𓊝﹏𓂁﹏⊹ ࣪

There's a moment where you entertain the faint (foolish) hope that this experience is all one over imaginative dream, yet it seems everything seems to point to the opposite of that sentiment. From the hands gripping your shoulders in thorough reverence. To the caterwaul of Grim spitting and hissing in an attempt to evade his pursuers. All the way to the overwhelming scent of crackling flames.

It seems after wrapping what was originally your ceremonial robes around his waist and consequently covering what had been singed of his bottoms, the guy decided one thank you was no where near enough. Case in point his hands now resting on your shoulders.

You open your eyes wearily greeting bright red ones, the males hood shifts, smooth black fabric catching in the moody lighting. His face no longer appears to be obscured— a bright grin settles over his expression as he releases a sweet laugh. Small strands of white hair bounce at the motion.

"Wow! You really saved me back there," You are unable to withhold the dry arch of your brow, it's highly debatable that you saved him. After all surely the poor guy would've eventually either stripped himself of the flamed cloth, or do as you instructed of his own volition. However with the way his ruby eyes seemed to glimmer in a away that implied you hung this planets moon and stars...well the notion was quickly wilting into nonexistence.

Sighing like the weight of the galaxy was laid upon your shoulders you faintly smile, in return his grows tenfold and you hold back on squinting at the sight. Almost begging at this point your head quickly shakes in refutation.

"Please." You reiterate once more. "Don't mention it— it was the least I could do..." The male nods at your logic a thoughtful purse to his lips as he finally released your shoulders. He seems to internally mull over something with the way the furrow settling over his brow serves as any indicator of such. His ruby optics widen, practically shinning like the gem of their namesake, and he's smacking the side of his fist atop his opposite hands open palm.

"Well as my savior it only makes sense to introduce ourselves! I'm Kal—"

Any other words the stranger could've said promptly died on the tip of his tongue— interrupted as one of the males that had previously been chasing the bundle of blue flames and grey fur, shouted out in vehemence.

"OFF WITH YOUR HEAD!" Your muscles tense at the pure contempt in the shout, and after a minute of internally gaping you slowly inch your body in order to turn around, surveying what the current scene consisted off. Clasped around his body and probably twice the size of his head was an ornate looking collar, though your perspective was slightly warped you're fairly confident the shape of the collar was a heart, one half red and the other back, with a pretty gold lining.

Grim's eyes popped open, smaller paws reaching up in order to pat down the metal fastened over his furry neck.

"Nygah! The heck is this?!" The redhead who had been the source of the scream glowers down at the little beast before slotting one hand at his hip and automatically reciting off the tip of his tongue.

"The Queen of Hearts' Rule 23: 'One must never bring a cat to a formal affair.' Your very presence here is a violation of order. You will vacate the premises immediately." You stare wordlessly at the exchange, blinking for a moment or two before passing your gaze over to the mirror whose porcelain summon had long since dissolved. That rule seemed oddly specific...just how many where there?